I spent the entire night researching Tatiana on the internet. From all the pictures and articles I saw of her, she was formerly a model and she was Milo's ex-wife. I would have never guessed that she was Ivan's mother. I thought she was in her mid-thirties but she was actually the same age as Milo. They were both in their early forties. In my opinion, she could pass for a woman that was younger. The good genes ran in both Milo and Tatiana. I saw photos of them on the internet and they looked so good together. They were both very attractive and closer in age than Milo and I would ever be. Tatiana was a former supermodel and she was exactly like how Irina had explained Milo liked his women. She was truly gorgeous. If I was Milo and I lost her, I would do everything possible to try and replace her as well. The only difference was that I looked nothing like Tatiana. I was short,
Viktor was in rehab and I had paid the entire thing with the money Milo had given me. Viktor cussed me and called me all sorts of names because he hated that I was forcing him to get the help he needed. However, at the end of the day, I knew that he would appreciate everything I was doing. What good was my money anyway if it didn't help the man who contributed sperm to bring me into the world? I also hadn't seen Milo in three days and I didn't make any move to text him or ask him where he had gone. That would only make me look desperate. He had made it clear that I was nothing but his mistress the last time he visited me. It was obvious that his heart still belonged to his ex-wife. Otherwise, there was no other reason he had to refuse to pursue anything with any other woman. In the meantime, I was looking for something to do. I always thought I was really good at convincing
I didn't see Milo or Maximo for the next couple of days. Milo still sent me little gifts here and there and messages to check on me. Every single day I woke up, there was always a rose on my bedside table.I would have deluded myself into thinking that he personally brought me the rose but I knew better. I doubted he had even been ten feet near the penthouse.That particular morning, I woke up to Anya making me breakfast. She had been turned into my personal chef by Milo. There were cameras in other places in the penthouse other than my bedroom.Otherwise, how would have Milo realized that I really liked Anya and I wanted her close at all times?As we were chatting in the kitchen, the elevator dinged indicating someone had come in. There weren't too many people that came into the penthouse so I went to check who it was.I found Tatiana arguing with Boris by the door. She wanted to come in and he was standing in her way. I crossed my arms against my chest and wondered what the best thi
It was humiliating standing there when I knew the women were referring to me even though they didn't know it. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me alive. "A girl that young must have some daddy issues to be with Milo. I heard she isn't even twenty yet," a woman said. "You're lucky he always comes back to you every single time. He will never replace you. He was crazy to think that he ever could."The women laughed and hauled a bunch of insults that they didn't even know I was standing right next to Tatiana. I wondered how she thought I felt when her friends said all those nasty things about me while I said nothing."Men are always replacing us with other versions of ourselves. I mean, you could have the real thing if you wanted. Why would you want to replace the original with a lesser version?"Was that what I was? Was I a lesser version of Tatiana? Was that what she had been trying to convey to me the entire time we were at the brunch?"I think I need to leave," I said to Ta
Boris didn't need to tell me he'd warned me about Tatiana for me to see it plastered on his face. He had given me a similar look before I left the house with Tatiana and I had chosen to ignore it. had taken a leap of faith and it had bitten me right in the ass. I wish I had trusted my intuition and stayed away from her. She was nothing but a vile woman whose goal had been to embarrass and humiliate me.Anya was there when I got home. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me and soothed me. I sobbed in her arms and clutched onto her. She must have known the brunch would be terrible."What happened? You can't even wear this dress again." She said, "It's permanently stained."I didn't tell her what happened because I didn't want to talk about it. Instead, I told her I needed a shower but really, that was an excuse so that I would be alone to cry as much as I could. The humiliation I felt that day was greater than I ever had felt in my entire life.I couldn't imagine a woman would want to
When I woke up, of course, Milo was gone. I wanted to be disappointed but then I realized the spot next to me on the bed was still warm.Milo had stayed the night for the first time. I couldn't fight off the smile that was slowly forming on my face. It was wiped off when I remembered the events of the brunch Tatiana had invited me to.Milo swore he wanted to know who had been harassing me but little did he know, it was the love of his life. I couldn't compete with Tatiana and I wasn't even going to try.In a somber mood, I headed out of my room and went straight to the kitchen. Imagine my shock when I saw Milo sitting there casually drinking coffee.He was dressed in a crisp suit with a jacket on this time. His tattoos were barely visible in his full suit. I could tell he was on his way to a corporate meeting even while he had bruised knuckles and cuts all over his face. I briefly wondered when he had gotten a new suit. Why didn't I hear him showering? Maybe I had been too deep in my
MILO POV When Boris told me the person who made Emilie cry, I wanted to punch holes in the wall. That morning when I woke up and she was fast asleep, I asked Boris everything that happened and to my surprise, he told me everything.It came as a shock because, in a normal circumstance, he would avoid telling me anything. That was how much loyalty he had towards Emilie. If I was being honest, I was glad he liked her.It meant I was right about her and she was a good person who I could trust.The source of EmIlie's pain made me instantly understand why Boris was so eager to open up to me. Tatiana was the most bitter person I had ever met. She loved to cause drama and meddle in my life.That was why even after Boris told me it was her, I had to go and check the footage again to see what she had done. From the footage, she was acting friendly and nice to Emilie.That was all an act.How she had even managed to get to the penthouse was a mystery I needed to solve. I couldn't have her near
Monday couldn't have arrived sooner with the kind of weekend that I had experienced. Being humiliated by Tatiana was bad enough. Being threatened by Ivan because I refused to sleep with him was another thing altogether.I was smack in the middle of a family drama that I did not want to be a part of. I tried to rake my head for ideas to get out of the situation but I didn't get any.I was glad I had a job. Otherwise, I would spend the whole day thinking of the situation. After getting dressed, Boris and I headed to the art gallery.I was ten minutes early to my shift because I wanted to study the paintings before customers started to come in. As soon as I arrived, I realized Grace wasn't eager to greet me.Every day since I started working the job, she always made sure to greet me by the entrance and ask me how I was doing. That day, she didn't even bother to look at me.I wore my name tag and circled the gallery just admiring paintings and trying to figure out what message they convey
Zoya texted me to invite me to her birthday party. She didn't address any part of our little drama or apologize for anything. She acted like I was just another acquaintance she invited to her birthday party. I wasn't going to lie, it stung but since she had invited me, I figured it was best to attend. We were just going through a rough patch. Once we fixed our issues, she would be more mad if I didn't attend her party. I had to get her a present and pick out a dress for the party. I was still living in Milo's mansion. He was barely around and I understood it was partly due to mafia business. He always had new cuts or bruises after he disappeared for hours. A part of me was worried. However, I figured he was already used to that kind of life. I heard he took over the Bratva when he was twenty years old. He was the youngest Pakhan of the Bratva to ever live. He had been doing it for over twenty years. He must have been really good. "What are you thinking about?" Milo asked as he e
I shut my mouth and waited for what was to come. The buzzing sound grew closer and close until I felt it on my clit. I moaned loudly at the euphoric feeling that coursed through my body. Milo passed the vibrator over my clit and put two of his fingers in my mouth. He made me deepthroat his fingers as he pleasured me."Fuck, Milo!" I screamed."That feels good, doesn't it, my little slut? " I wasn't able to respond due to the spasms of pleasure coursing through me. I felt a tightening in my abdomen and started to close my thighs. He pushed them open and made sure they stayed like that as the vibrator did its magic.He turned it to a higher setting and I lifted my hips to meet his movements. He pushed them down very fast. My heart started beating faster than it was before and sweat trickled through my skin. "Don't cum, baby," he ordered.I attempted to close my thighs so I could obey him but he didn't let me. I held my breath and convulsed my muscles but the pleasure was too much for
I went back home before Milo while he remained at the office working. I wondered where he had taken a shower and gotten ready. The clothes he was wearing were different from the ones he had on the previous day.Was he avoiding me or was he usually too busy to come home every time? I decided to wash away such thoughts because there was a possibility that I was overreacting.After taking a shower and putting on casual clothes, I started exploring the estate. There were guards placed on every corner of the place. They all had huge guns and were very alert.The estate had a garden, three swimming pools, and a gazebo. There was also another jacuzzi outside with flowers planted all around it, and a short artificial waterfall. It looked magical.Since the estate was too huge to explore, I headed inside and started exploring there. There was an indoor pool and an indoor garage. Milo had too many cars to count.When I left the garage and headed to the kitchen, I overheard the maids speaking in
Milo wasn't there when I woke up. It looked like he hadn't come in all night. I didn't even notice him leaving. His bed was so comfortable that I slept through the night.I got out of bed and headed to the balcony in time to see the sun rising. There was a warm orange glow in the sky that was picture-perfect.The cold air hit my body. Even Milo's shirt wasn't enough to stop the cold. I hugged my body and enjoyed the scenery. In the distance, all I could see were trees, flowers, and green pastures.It was like Milo's estate was located in a forested area.A knock on the door startled me. I opened the door for Alma and two maids behind her. One was carrying breakfast and the other one was just standing there.Alma looked in her direction and she rushed inside Milo's room. I watched as she started to make the bed and clean up—not that it was dirty anyway."Good morning, Miss. Smith. Would you like to have breakfast here or in the dining room?" She asked politely.She didn't give away wha
Milo's house was about an hour's drive from the penthouse. It was located in the outskirts of Moscow where there was private property and miles of land. The entrance to his property had huge black gates. He put in the code and they opened automatically. The drive from the gate to his house was five minutes. The path leading there had been littered with lights to illuminate the area. The mansion was huge. It was the biggest one I had ever seen in my entire life. It was a vintage mansion that had a grand staircase, an elevator, and several floors. Majestic chandeliers dangled from the ceiling and added to an aura of money and power. The interior was a mix of black and gray tones. It represented Milo perfectly. "Welcome to my house," Milo said as he scratched the back of his head. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was nervous about me seeing his private space. A middle-aged woman and man appeared. "Sir, shall we have a room prepared for your guest?" The man asked. "That w
Monday couldn't have arrived sooner with the kind of weekend that I had experienced. Being humiliated by Tatiana was bad enough. Being threatened by Ivan because I refused to sleep with him was another thing altogether.I was smack in the middle of a family drama that I did not want to be a part of. I tried to rake my head for ideas to get out of the situation but I didn't get any.I was glad I had a job. Otherwise, I would spend the whole day thinking of the situation. After getting dressed, Boris and I headed to the art gallery.I was ten minutes early to my shift because I wanted to study the paintings before customers started to come in. As soon as I arrived, I realized Grace wasn't eager to greet me.Every day since I started working the job, she always made sure to greet me by the entrance and ask me how I was doing. That day, she didn't even bother to look at me.I wore my name tag and circled the gallery just admiring paintings and trying to figure out what message they convey
MILO POV When Boris told me the person who made Emilie cry, I wanted to punch holes in the wall. That morning when I woke up and she was fast asleep, I asked Boris everything that happened and to my surprise, he told me everything.It came as a shock because, in a normal circumstance, he would avoid telling me anything. That was how much loyalty he had towards Emilie. If I was being honest, I was glad he liked her.It meant I was right about her and she was a good person who I could trust.The source of EmIlie's pain made me instantly understand why Boris was so eager to open up to me. Tatiana was the most bitter person I had ever met. She loved to cause drama and meddle in my life.That was why even after Boris told me it was her, I had to go and check the footage again to see what she had done. From the footage, she was acting friendly and nice to Emilie.That was all an act.How she had even managed to get to the penthouse was a mystery I needed to solve. I couldn't have her near
When I woke up, of course, Milo was gone. I wanted to be disappointed but then I realized the spot next to me on the bed was still warm.Milo had stayed the night for the first time. I couldn't fight off the smile that was slowly forming on my face. It was wiped off when I remembered the events of the brunch Tatiana had invited me to.Milo swore he wanted to know who had been harassing me but little did he know, it was the love of his life. I couldn't compete with Tatiana and I wasn't even going to try.In a somber mood, I headed out of my room and went straight to the kitchen. Imagine my shock when I saw Milo sitting there casually drinking coffee.He was dressed in a crisp suit with a jacket on this time. His tattoos were barely visible in his full suit. I could tell he was on his way to a corporate meeting even while he had bruised knuckles and cuts all over his face. I briefly wondered when he had gotten a new suit. Why didn't I hear him showering? Maybe I had been too deep in my
Boris didn't need to tell me he'd warned me about Tatiana for me to see it plastered on his face. He had given me a similar look before I left the house with Tatiana and I had chosen to ignore it. had taken a leap of faith and it had bitten me right in the ass. I wish I had trusted my intuition and stayed away from her. She was nothing but a vile woman whose goal had been to embarrass and humiliate me.Anya was there when I got home. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me and soothed me. I sobbed in her arms and clutched onto her. She must have known the brunch would be terrible."What happened? You can't even wear this dress again." She said, "It's permanently stained."I didn't tell her what happened because I didn't want to talk about it. Instead, I told her I needed a shower but really, that was an excuse so that I would be alone to cry as much as I could. The humiliation I felt that day was greater than I ever had felt in my entire life.I couldn't imagine a woman would want to