All Chapters of Vladimir- Flame of Sin : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Your Zio has arranged your marriage with the Sokolov Bratva's Pakhan and tomorrow is your engagement,” Nico Berbeiri’s words pierced through Rose' whole existence and shook her to the soul. When she came to see her father, she thought he finally agreed to her request of joining university for further studies but instead he had fixed her marriage. “Ma..marriage with a Russian, Papa?” Rose Barbieri questioned apprehensively as she was startled by her father's sudden changed decision. What about Dante? She always thought Dante would be her husband.Nico’s eyes gleamed in excitement and happiness both as he stared at his beautiful daughter as if she was his most prized possession. “Not to any Russian but to the Bratva Pakhan himself, girl. Vladimir Sokolov! A blood oath had been signed between your uncle Frencesco and councillor Boris Sokolov in the presence of Senator Jonathan Stone to make peace between us and fight off Mexicans. The oath demands the Berbeiri's daughter's hand for

“Rose, They wouldn't have time to track us as the engagement is after a few hours from now on and by the time they realise your disappearance, they wouldn't have any choice but to put Valentina in your place. So don't stress out.” Rose nodded at Dante, she was relieved thinking she escaped from an unwanted union but her solace was short-lived. She screamed when suddenly a convoy of black SUV’s ambushed their car hard from the sides. Rose' head bumped against the window while Dante jerked ahead on the steering wheel only to be pulled back straight because of a seatbelt. “What the fuck!” Dante cursed loudly before he put the brakes and his car screeched ahead and came to an abrupt halt. “Dante, what is happening? Who…” her words were interrupted as the driver's door of the car ripped open and two men yanked Dante out of the car roughly. Rose's eyes froze in dread. “Dante!” she yelled. Her heart was pounding hard against her ribcage in fear. The door of her side ripped open too

The bride should gleam in her husband's arm during their first dance. But neither of the brides were blushing or happy while dancing with their husbands. Sila was still trying to accept the fact that she was married to an Italian, specifically the future Capo, Klaus Barbieri. While Rose was scared to death as her mind kept painting the images of the upcoming wedding night. Oh dear God! What if He was too… “Stop it!” Vladimir hissed coldly, Rose jumped, startled. “Wha..what?” She asked finally daring to look at him. “Whatever you are thinking. Stop it. You look as if you are dying!” Rose looked down. The marriage was not less than a death sentence to her. She sighed in relief when the song ended and her father took her over. While Vladimir was joined by her mother. Stephanie Barbieri’s face was void of any expression. “I beg you, please treat my daughter right. She is too innocent for this world.” Vladimir fixed his mother-in-law with a stern gaze. “I know how innoce

Klaus froze for a moment and pulled away from her. “Not a virgin!” He said with a slow disgust filled voice. His eyes blazed with sudden raw fury. His upper lip snarled. “Oh! so that’s the reason why you eagerly agreed to this marriage. He gave me a tainted good!” Klaus gritted looking at her like she was some plague. Sila clenched her jaw tightly. Even though she didn’t expect any good from him but the hateful words he was speaking broke her soul into shreds. “I told you the truth. I do not care what you think about it.”“Well you should!” He sneered, with his eyes narrowed. “You won't bleed if I fuck you. What’s the point behind it now? A ruined good you are.”She fumed at the insult. “You want these sheets tainted with my blood right?” She asked, nodding towards the neatly laid white silk bedsheet on the king sized bed. “Don't fret!” She nodded. “It will taint it with my blood,” she whispered and Klaus' eyes narrowed further when he watched her walk to the bed. But what she did

“Sila, what was it?” Boris asked tightly. “That…” “Do you want to leave Sila?” Isaac cut his father’s words. “I do not like these Italians and their filthy traditions!” “Isaac, quiet!” Vladimir ordered his younger brother. “But Brotha…” “Now!” Vladimir turned to him and whipped him with a cold stare leaving no option for argument. “Stay back!” Isaac took a step back and stood far away from them. Sila sighed and whispered. “He is a child.” “Then he must grow up!” Vladimir curtly said and fixed her with a questioning gaze. “What happened, tell me. Did he do something?” “Sila, how the sheets..” Boris asked and looked away from her. Sila knew how uncomfortable her father was right now. She knew how furious her brothers were right now. But they needed to know. “The sheets…” “...were fake Boris,” Klaus Barbeiri’s voice from behind turned their heads towards him. Vladimir's hazel eyes narrowed at his brother-in-law. Sila grabbed her brother's arm to calm him. She was well awa