All Chapters of The Ruthless Mafia’s Contracted Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning comes and Boris decides to go out and get breakfast. Yes, he spent the night. There’s an extra room upstairs, which he so happened to occupy because by the end of our ‘dinner’, it was just too late for him to drive to his hotel. I was the one who made the suggestion, and I saw nothing wrong with it. I still don’t. It really doesn’t mean anything. I’ve just stepped out of the shower, and my whole room smells like my shower gel—jasmine and cardamom. I get dressed quickly and go to wake the boys up. After I get them ready, we all go downstairs just as Boris is walking through the door carrying paper bags. “Morning,” he says with a vibrant smile. “I’ve brought some things.”“You didn’t have to,” I say, because it’s true. He really didn’t. “I wanted to,” he tells me, setting everything down on the counter. He takes off his coat and I move toward the kitchen. Alex and Dimitri usually only have a bowl of cereal in the morning, so that’s what I make for them. Boris is in the

We’ve been quiet since he uttered those words to me, and I have to say that they affected me more than I ever thought they would. I wish I could say that I was doing everything I could to protect them from him, but although I knew that he’d betrayed me in the worst possible way, that didn’t mean he would have been a bad father. Even so, I say to him, “I did everything I could to protect them from you.”“From me?” he asks incredulously. “Why the hell would you need to keep them safe from me? What threat did I ever pose to your life?”“You know exactly what you did!” I exclaim. “You lied to me! You lied right to my face about absolutely everything!”This makes him pause. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I was going to tell you about it.”“Right,” I say, digging my nails in my palms. “After you were going to marry me and ensure that all that money was going to be yours once that happened. You were never going to give me a choice.”“Would you have not married me if you knew

I fist his shirt in my hands, and we’re standing impossibly close to each other. Our lips are still locked, and he’s kissing me with a blend of anger and raw passion. I wonder what my mouth tastes like to him. Does he taste the bitterness the last few years left in it? Can he taste all the terrible words that are right on the tip of my tongue? Can he tell how much I hate him?Igor breaks the kiss, and his breath fans my face. “It doesn’t matter how much I hate you, or want to hate you. I’ll always want you.”His lips are back on mine and strangely enough, I have no protests. I don’t push him away. Despite the way I feel about him, I can’t seem to want this to stop, even if it goes against all common sense. I shouldn’t be here, kissing him in my own living room after the havoc he caused. This makes no sense. We’re moving backward, and before I know it, the backs of my legs hit the couch and I go down. Igor is on top of me, his hands moving from my face to my body. He caresses me

The next morning comes to a surprise for me, simply because I didn’t think that yesterday would ever come to an end. So many terrible things happened all at once. The sun is high in the sky, so I’m sure that it must be around eleven, and I’m proven right when I check my phone. I stretch my arms over my head, and then get out of bed. Usually, the boys wake me up in the morning, especially when they’re hungry. I’m surprised that they didn’t wake me up, but that can be explained by the fact that they’re not awake yet.Once again, I’m right. I lean against the doorframe and watch them for a short while. They’re usually up early during weekends, but we stayed up late last night, so it’s not a shock to me that they’re still sleeping. I knew I had to make some time for them, and we watched movies while I made dinner, and then things felt like they were back to normal. We were a happy family again, not plagued by the threat that was Igor. I hate to think of him this way; as a plague. H

The four of us are seated around the dinner table, having breakfast. After Igor and I walked back inside the house, I managed to convince the boys to keep the conversation up, and as I prepared breakfast, I listened to what they were talking about. The conversation was smoother than earlier, and Igor was asking them more questions. I tried not to feel guilt as I set the table. I did what I had to do, and I don’t take it back. I’ve lived wonderful years away from them all, and honestly, it was worth it. Would I have been patient or been a good mother if I remained in that stressful environment? These are impossible to answer. I’m just glad I never got to find out. We’re silent as we eat, but I notice that the boys keep stealing glances at Igor. I wish I could get inside their heads to find out how they’re truly coping with all this. Is it exciting for them to have a father? Are they looking forward to the experience? Alex is more suspicious about him. Dimitri is more curious, but h