All Chapters of DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Nikolai waited for Alvin for almost two hours in the local bar he usually frequented with his lady friends. Alvin, the man known for having all kinds of sensitive information about the underworld, the man who might give Nik something to work with so he could do something to protect Ana before time ran out. Nik needed to know whom Madam Volkova had hired to take down Anastasia. It was the only way.But there was no sign of Alvin or any of his girlfriends for the past two hours. When it came to women, the man had a peculiar taste. He liked the bad girls, the ones who were trouble and nothing but trouble. But he guessed it was also a part of the reason Alvin was so good at gathering information. Everyone loved to talk when they were drunk. Add a stunning woman in the mix who could promise to make you forget everything, and you might let out some information you weren’t supposed to.Nik had to admit that Alvin was very smart with what he chose to do, and it was working. It had always work

[ANASTASIA] My chest heaves, my stomach sinks, and my legs threaten to buckle under me as I watch Igor drive away with Ivan’s unconscious body inside the car. The door slams shut in front of me, and suddenly, I can’t breathe anymore. The walls seem to be closing in around me, squeezing the life out of me, and stealing all the air right from my chest. Blood. It’s everywhere. On my hands. On my clothes. On my skin. On the seats inside the car. On the floor. Everywhere I look, all I see is blood. I reach for the handle of the car but it snaps in my hand, preventing me from getting out. But then the door swings open, and a large figure appears in front of me, blocking the sunshine. His face is hidden from view but my mind is so jumbled up I can’t seem to recognize him. I try to scoot back inside the car away from him, but he reaches in and grabs my arm, yanking me out before slamming me against the side of the car. His eyes are black, his voice is low, his face is covered with a ma

By the time, Dimitri and Nikolai made it to Volkov’s mansion, Dimitri had grown impatient, irritable and stressed out to the point he didn’t trust himself to not shoot someone for no apparent reason.He got out of the car, slamming the door loudly shut, and only realized Nikolai’s presence behind him when he cursed for God knows what reason. But he didn’t have time to see the other man’s inconvenience. He strode straight to the first maid he spotted and practically growled at her.“Where is Tatiana? Where’s Lena?”The maid, a girl in her early twenties, with huge eyes and full lips, looked up at him in shock and stuttered. “Umm… Miss Lena went to the clinic to get baby Tati her shots. She’ll be back in an hour or so.”Dimitri had never seen anyone in his entire life look this stupid but then again, he had no patience for morons right now.“Which clinic?”“Umm… I’m not sure—?”“What do you mean you’re not sure? What clinic did Lena say she was going to?”The girl paled, looking like sh

Everything escalated between them too quickly. Not even in his dreams he could have thought something like they would ever happen with him. That he would get to kiss this woman he barely knew, or feel her hands all over him, her nails scraping at his skin or her legs wrapped around his hips. Fuck! Nothing could have prepared him for the way he was feeling right now. He kissed her harder than he should have, almost to the point it was rough and impatient and desperate. He knew she could taste the desperation in him, and somehow, she had welcomed it with open arms and a hungry mouth of her own. She didn’t just let him kiss her. She kissed him back like a starved woman. It was all teeth and tongues and her soft moans and her fingers in his hair and the way she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. He wasn’t much better either. He couldn’t k

[NADIA]Throughout my life, I always knew what I wanted: to become someone who mattered, someone who did things that mattered to others; someone who wasn’t afraid of the world; someone who lived their life on their own terms.But, as they say, you don’t always get what you want. And in my case, I hardly ever got what I wanted—what I really, really wanted.I was only five when Mom and Dad passed away in an accident. My brother, who wasn’t older than ten, took it upon himself to take care of us. Of course, he didn’t get to make all the big decisions until our uncle kicked us out of his home as soon as my brother turned eighteen. It was only after we became homeless once again that he actually got the chance to become what he really wanted.Anatoly, my brother, wasn’t even that much older than me. We were maybe five years apart. That means when he turned eighteen, I was old enough to make tea and sandwiches and pack a lunch for both of us.My brother never really got the chance to actual