All Chapters of Bride To Be...: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Warning: Hope you like anti heroes, if not then this stories is not for you. It’s not an everyday romance. This book is Dark with explicit content for mature audiences (18+) It may contain sensitive material that many of readers might not be comfortable with. Please take the warning seriously and proceed accordingly.SynopsisMila (Carmella)I ran away. I did it. I ran away. Left everything I knew since the time I was born so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me.But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into

Mila Not even a day and I already hated this place. There was too much cold and too much rain. Sun was like a guest from another country, only giving glimpses once in awhile. After changing into my new clothes in a public washroom I spent fifteen roubles on food, because going from place to place on foot was too much energy consuming. And no place was ready to give me a job. The first small café I had tried in for a job had told me there was no vacancy.  Another had asked for valid address, I didn’t have any presently. Another had just looked at me, asked me a question in a rapid Russian and then shook their head at me. Now I was once again back at the place from where I had started. To my right was the station and to my left was what looked like a motel. I dragged myself to the motel and grimaced when the smell of oil and fish and meat hit my nose. When I

Mila Surprisingly, Lexa didn’t just help me in selecting the outfit, she also hired a cab and accompanied me to the office building where I was supposed to work in her place. Now as I stood in front of the elevator looking at my reflection in the squeaky, clean steel doors, I cursed that homeless man and rain for ruining my blonde wig. It felt odd without a wig on my head. But I still looked different. When Lexa had suggested to curl my hair, I had denied her offer and tucked my hair into a tight bun, leaving a few strands strategically arranged around my face. Then, I had taken a coat that was a size too big to keep my figure hidden from other eyes as she had really done a good job of dressing me up but I didn’t want the attention. I had always hated the attention. And all the while when I had done something to hide beneath makeup, she had looked at me in an odd way and I wondered if she thought that I was crazy. But I couldn’t risk being found out

Jonathan I clenched my fingers around the fork as another low gasp escaped the poor girl standing to my left by my brother's side. His hand was wrapped around her waist and from here I could see how tight he was gripping her. And the look on his face told me he was doing it intentionally.“Jonathan.” My gaze went to my father’s, even though he looked better than the last time, I didn't like the cold glint that shimmered in his eyes.“Yes, father.”“We have decided to cast a vote.” I stilled at his words because I knew what was he going to say next. “Lez has showed far more interest in the family than you, and it's time that he step up for the family if you won’t.”“He's the youngest.” I said, ignoring the subtle way my brother shifted.My father's eyes honed on me. “Will you then finally step up?”“Its not my place either.” I replied, barely controlling myself from upending the whole table and put an end to this dinner. Because lik

  Mila   I walked to the sofa and sat down beside him. I started with unbuttoning his shirt, deciding to appease my conscience which wanted to make sure that he was okay. My eyes ping ponged from his closed ones to where my fingers worked his shirt open. So bold, Carmella. If only your father knew… he’d flay you open. I hadn’t given much thought before what I was going to do but now as inch by inch his chest came into view, a strange thrill took hold of me. Part of me wanted to revel in the fact that there was no more reason to be afraid of my father and another part the one that was fascinated with my boss… that part carried on. My fingers trembled and my hands faltered. I had started because there were many smudges of blood on his shirt so I wanted to patch him up but now… Now, as my eyes dropped to the widening V of his shirt which revealed the wide expanse of his chest, sparsely smattered with small hair. All I wanted t