"Girl, he what?!" One of my best friends, Andrea exclaims. So far she's been the only one actually saying any words. Sophie and Kim are still dumbfounded just like I was last week.
I called the girls out for lunch mostly because it was high time we had our monthly meetup. We're seated on the roof top of an exquisite restaurant having lunch and catching up on life like we usually do monthly. It has been six months since we all graduated from college, and because everyone has real life things going on in our lives, meeting up has been a little bit difficult. It's either I and Andrea are present in New York when Sophie and Kim aren't or it's vice versa. On occasions like that, whoever isn't physically present, joins us virtually. Currently Kim isn't present so she's on a video call having lunch on the other end."Please tell me you have a picture." Sophie looks at me."And risk my phone being contaminated? No, thank you." I reply seriously."His name then?" Kim asks from over the phone, getting ready to stalk him."Ivan Dmitry." I laugh and wait for what comes next. Frankly speaking, It didn't occur to me to look him up on the Internet when i flew back into New York. I was just too pissed.I take another fork of my pasta, while the others except Kim dig into their meals too. Kim is typing away furiously when all of a sudden she stops."This is the Ivan you're getting married to?" Kim swoons from over the phone. "I honestly don't know why you're complaining.""What did you find on him?" Andrea and Sophie ask almost at the same time. She's now looking at something behind us so we follow suit and sitting all pretty on a rolex ad billboard is Ivan Dmitry. He looks as handsome as he does in real life. It's a shame that he's a dick too.No wonder I thought he looked familiar when I saw him fastening his rolex last week. Ivan's an ambassador to the brand which only means he has a huge following and an even greater social network.I start laughing. I don't know why, but it's definitely not out of amusement. How is it possible for a man of his caliber to blend perfectly in both worlds?One thing I know for sure is that Ivan Dmitry isn't just anyone. He isn't just a mafia lord or what the people of my world… well, former world thinks he is. He is so much more and that scares me a lot.A knock on my office door pulls me out of my fumbled thoughts. I mutter a "come in" and Nikolai, my personal guard and trusted man walks in with Pavel, another of my most trusted men, and my younger brother, Lev, right behind him. “Did he talk yet?” I inquire from Nikolai and Pavel as Lev walks to the window with a blunt between his lips, indicating how stressed he must be. We're both alike in more ways than we'd like to admit. "Not yet, boss. Whoever he works for sure pays him well." "Doesn't look like he can hold on much longer, though." Pavel chips in. "See if you can push harder, if not just finish him off and dump him where you left the other two last week." They both nod and exit my office while I think about the next line of action to take. Just over a month ago, four consignments of valuable goods were stolen from the port upon arrival. Those goods cost millions to purchase and ship from South Africa. When I heard that my goods went missing I drove down there to confirm it
This morning Antonio told me we'll be having dinner with the Dmitry's later today. I don't know what he and dad has with keeping me up to speed on instances like this. Already done with my makeup, I begin raiding my closet looking for what to wear. I was going to wear this really cute sundress I got from shein but when I saw the restaurant that was picked out, I changed my mind. I eventually settle for a moss green coloured, zip front corset dress that has a halter neck. I pair it with my gold heels, a matching purse, jewelries and style my jet black hair in a low bun. I'm aiming for a simple yet classy look and looking at myself in the mirror, I can't help but to feel like I've done a great job. Especially as the dress hugs my curves so well, it accentuates how thin my waist is. The sound of my phone's notification goes off and I go to see if it's my driver. Instead I see a text from Antonio. Antonio: John won't be driving you today. Expect Ivan in a few minutes. O My God! I don
I would be lying if I said I didn't expect Lucia to head out without me, especially since Antonio gave me a heads up that it can be really difficult for her to take instructions. I imagine being a spoilt brat, she thinks she's above taking orders, but in a world like ours where nothing is as it seems, a single mistake can send you to your early grave. It won't be long before the news about my marriage spreads like wildfire, which a lot of people won't be happy about because my hold on the city and Russia will only become stronger after the wedding. Eventually, more trouble will come, and if i lose my guard for one second, I could lose a lot. Including my wife to be.Which was why I told Antonio to inform her that I would be picking her up for dinner today. I intended to use the opportunity to make up for my rude behaviour the other day, but her disobedience only reinforced why I shouldn't have considered acting nice to her at all.I had Pavel keep an eye out in front of her apartment
The next two months goes by in a flash. Like literally. One moment we were having dinner and then the next I'm going wedding gown shopping with my girls. I know the groom isn't really supposed to be around when shopping for a wedding gown, but isn't he supposed to be present for the cake tasting and the other things?I honestly didn't even know what to expect since all Olga told me was that everything concerning the marriage preparations are already being planned out and that all I had to do was to show up looking pretty. I didn't know if I was to be flattered or not on hearing that.Olga's been doing all she can to make up for Ivan's absence over the past two months. She came with me for the cake tasting, and for the first gown shopping; I told her she could just let me and the girls pick out something the next day since we couldn't come to an agreement that day because she kept suggesting archaic looking gowns. I don't know why they would even still have gowns like that in this mode
It's at days like this that I wish my mother hadn't passed away, so she could see the beauty she brought into the world. I can't stop staring at myself in the mirror. When the bridal stylist delivered my gown to my apartment yesterday, I was awestruck. I don't know what was done to the dress, but it was ten times better than it looked the last time I saw it. My wedding dress, a masterpiece, hugs my body with an impeccable fit. The tulle veil gracefully drapes over my head, flowing gently behind, framing me in an ethereal aura. The gown boasts spangle sequins adorning the sleeves and the body, catching the light with a subtle sparkle. The sleeves, extending gracefully to my knuckles, add a touch of sophistication.The Queen Anne neckline adds regal allure, framing my collarbone with timeless grace. Every detail harmonizes to create a dress that embodies the essence of romance and refinement.My hair isn't left out of the equation as it has been styled to complement the elegance of my
An hour into the wedding reception, I'm very sure I look like I'd rather be anywhere else than at my own reception party. I don't think I'm at fault here because the man who's supposed to be my husband has been very dismissive towards me since the church wedding. He hasn't complemented nor said a single word to me at all and that just makes me feel downright miserable. Naturally, today's supposed to be the best day of my life but this is infact far worse than the day I found out I was a mafia princess.It's time for the couple dance so as I have my arms around Ivan's neck, I don't expect the words that comes out of his mouth."you look beautiful." That raw, manly voice whispers in my ears. I look up into his eyes for a while, trying to decipher this man called Ivan, before i give up. His brown eyes don't hold any emotions. My plan is to ignore his comment but then I think better of the idea, reflecting further. If we're going to continue playing whatever game this is for however lo
Words can't begin to describe how exhausting the past two months have been. I had men stationed at the port to alert me or my men of any suspicious movements related to my stolen shipments. The lead Nikolai had the other day at the restaurant led us to a warehouse down in Manhattan, which we've been closely monitoring for a long time now. The only person reported to be seen coming in and out frequently was a woman. Even the man who led us there hasn't been seen. Well, that was over a month ago. I had a few men keep an eye out just in case something came up, and then I left New York for my oath taking ceremony in Moscow, which lasted for two weeks.I swirl my special ring of authority between my fingers before placing it in the safe box of my home office and taking a seat to get some work done. My phone rings, and seeing Lev's name pop up on the screen, I think I might have an idea of why he's calling. "Yeah?" "Hello to you too, brother. Shouldn't you be in bed with your bride by n
I wake up the following morning filled with confusion when I search for my water bottle on my bedside table and I'm unable to locate neither the water bottle nor table itself which is usually on the right side of my bed.With a huff, I grab my phone from beneath my pillow to check for the time. On seeing it's just 4:01 a.m., I turn on my flashlight to figure out what's going on. The first odd thing I see is the white wall paints on the wall, that's when the events of yesterday come rushing back in like a whirlwind, and I realize that I'm not at my apartment.I look at the diamond wedding ring on my finger, which should normally be a symbol of love towards my partner. With a sigh, I find the bedside table at the left and roll over to that side of the bed to drink water and go back to bed. ♧♧♧When I'm up later in the morning, it's to a breath of stale air fanning over my face.What the…With a jerk, I'm up in an instant, sitting upright to co