LOGINCHAPTER FOUR
Dimitri's POV
The word exploded from me like a gunshot.
"WHO?!"
Irina flinched. She wrapped her arms around herself like that could protect her from my rage. Tears streamed down her face. Her whole body shook.
"Dimitri, please…" she whispered.
"Tell me." I stepped closer. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight. "Tell me who put their hands on you. Tell me who dared touch what was mine."
"I... I cannot…"
"You will." My voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "You will tell me right now or I will tear this entire compound apart until I find them myself. I will line up every man and put a bullet in their head one by one until someone confesses."
"I am sorry," she choked out through her sobs. "I am so sorry. I did not mean for this to happen. I did not want this. I thought…"
"You thought what?" I demanded. "You thought I would not find out? You thought you could hide a pregnancy from me?"
"I thought it was you!" The words burst out of her like a dam breaking. "I swear on my life, Dimitri. I thought it was you."
The world stopped.
I stared at her, trying to process what she just said, trying to make sense of words that made no sense.
"What did you say?" My voice was barely audible.
She looked up at me through her tears. Her amber eyes were filled with pain and desperation.
"The night of the party," she whispered. "Someone came into your room. It was dark. So dark. He wore your robe. The black silk one I laid out for you. He had your height. Your build. Your hair. And I was so sure it was you. I would never… I could never…"
Understanding crashed over me like ice water.
My brother.
It had to be.
We were identical. Same face. Same body. Same hair. Only our eyes were different. And in the dark, she would not have seen his eyes.
"No," I breathed. My chest felt like it was caving in. "No, it was not…"
Before I could finish, the door slammed open with enough force to crack the frame.
Alexei stood there, breathing hard. His forest green eyes were wild.
He had found out. Someone had told him what was going on.
"Dimitri, wait…" he started.
"You." The word came out quiet, amd deadly. I turned to face him fully. "It was you."
Alexei's face went pale. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"I did not know," he said quickly. "I swear I did not know it was her. I was drunk. I could not see straight. I thought…"
"You thought what?" I took a step towards him. Then another. "You stumbled into my room. You put your hands on my woman. You took what was mine!."
"I did not know!" His voice rose. "How was I supposed to know you hid her in your room? You never told me about her. You never said anything!"
"I should not have to tell you to keep your hands off my personal maid!" I roared. "I should not have to tell you that she is off limits! That she is the one thing in this whole filthy world that belongs to me and only me!" I roared.
"I was drunk," Alexei said again, but there eas no regret in hos tone. "I do not even remember most of it. I just remembered…"
I hit him.
My fist connected with his jaw with all the force of my rage. He staggered back, blood spraying from his split lip.
"Do not," I said softly, "talk about that night. Do not you dare talk about what you did to her."
Alexei wiped the blood from his mouth. For a moment, I thought he would fight back. We had fought before. Countless times while growing up. But we always fought together, never against each other.
"Dima… if I had known…"
"But you did not know." I stepped closer. Close enough that we were almost nose to nose. "You did not know and you did not care. You just took what you wanted like you always do. Women, territory, everything. You take and take and take and never think about the consequences."
"That is not fair…"
"Fair?" I laughed. A harsh, bitter sound. "You want to talk about fair? She thought you were me, Alexei. She gave herself to you because she thought you were me. And now she is carrying your child! Your bastard! Tell me, brother, what part of that is fair?"
Alexei flinched like I had struck him again. Behind me, I heard Irina sob. The sound cut through me like a knife.
"I will fix this," Alexei said. His jaw was tight. His green eyes were hard. "I will take responsibility."
"Responsibility?" I repeated slowly. "What does that mean?"
"It means…" He took a breath. "It means she is mine now. The baby is mine. I will take care of them both."
The words hit me like bullets.
I stared at my brother. At my twin. At the other half of my soul. And I saw a stranger.
"No," I said softly.
"Dimitri…"
"No." My voice was louder now. "She is not yours. She will never be yours. This was a mistake. An accident. You do not get to claim her just because you were too drunk to know whose bed you were in."
"The baby is mine," Alexei said firmly. "That makes her mine too."
"She belongs to me," I said through clenched teeth. "She has belonged to me for four years. I found her. I bought her. I protected her. She is MINE!"
"She is carrying my child." Alexei's voice dropped. Became serious in a way I had never heard before. "That changes everything."
"It changes nothing."
"Dimitri, be reasonable…"
"Reasonable?" I was shaking now. With rage. With pain. With betrayal so deep it felt like I was drowning. "You want me to be reasonable while you stand there and claim the woman I love?"
The words hung in the air.
I had never said it out loud before. I had never admitted it even to myself. But now it was out there. Raw and impossible to take back.
Alexei's smirked. "You love her?"
"Of course I love her," I said quietly. "I have loved her since the day she walked into my life. I have loved her through every moment of every day for four years. And I never touched her. I never forced her. I waited. I wanted her to choose me freely. To come to me because she wanted to, not because she had no other choice."
"Dima…"
"And you took that from me." My voice broke. "You took her. You took her choice. You took everything."
"You know I didn't not mean to."
"But you did." I looked at my brother. "You did, and now everything is ruined."
Silence fell between us. Heavy and suffocating.
Behind me, Irina's sobs had quieted. I could feel her watching us. Waiting to see what we would decide about her life. About her future. Like she had no say in it at all.
"She was mine first," I whispered, my voice deadly calm. "And you stole her from me.”
Alexei straightened his shoulders. His jaw set in that stubborn way I knew so well.
"She belongs to me now," he said. His forest green eyes were serious. Determined.
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
"I know." Alexei's voice was quiet. "But the baby changes everything. You know it does. She is carrying my child, Dima. That makes her mine. That is how our world works."
My fist tightened.
He was right.
Dimitri's POV “I cannot,” Irina whispered. “Please do not make me choose. I cannot.”“You have to,” Mikhail said firmly. “This is your life, your future, your child. You have to decide what is best for all of you.” His voice dropped. “You have seven days…”“No,” I interrupted. “She does not need to make a choice. She stays with me.” Every eye in the room turned to look at me.“Dimitri,” Mikhail started.“She stays with me,” I repeated. My voice was cold. “She is my maid. She lives in my house. She is under my protection. That doesn't change because my brother made a mistake.”“A mistake that resulted in a child,” Alexei’s voice was dangerous. It was the tone he used right before he killed someone. “She has my child. That makes her mine.”I took a step towards him. “She is not yours. She will never be yours.”“The baby inside her says differently.” He shot at me, his green eyes glistening with rage.“The baby that should have been mine.” I shot back. “The baby that only exists because
CHAPTER FIVE Irina I stood frozen, watching the two brothers face each other like wolves circling for a kill.My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. My hands trembled. My legs felt like they might give out at any moment.This was my fault.All of this was my fault.I know." Alexei's said, his voice was quiet. "But the baby changes everything. You know it does. She is carrying my child, Dima. That makes her mine. That is how our world works.”Dimitri looked at his twin with hatred, his fist tightened. At first, I thought he was going to agree."Get out," he said quietly."She is carrying my child," Alexei said, his expression firm and unyielding."We're not entirely sure about that," Dimitri whispered, his voice shaking with rage he could barely contain."Neither do you," Alexei shot back.And like that war was declared in that moment. Not with words or weapons, but with the silence that followed. The silence of brotherhood dying.I watched the two men I
CHAPTER FOURDimitri's POV The word exploded from me like a gunshot."WHO?!"Irina flinched. She wrapped her arms around herself like that could protect her from my rage. Tears streamed down her face. Her whole body shook."Dimitri, please…" she whispered."Tell me." I stepped closer. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight. "Tell me who put their hands on you. Tell me who dared touch what was mine.""I... I cannot…""You will." My voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "You will tell me right now or I will tear this entire compound apart until I find them myself. I will line up every man and put a bullet in their head one by one until someone confesses.""I am sorry," she choked out through her sobs. "I am so sorry. I did not mean for this to happen. I did not want this. I thought…""You thought what?" I demanded. "You thought I would not find out? You thought you could hide a pregnancy from me?""I thought it was you!" The words burst out of h
CHAPTER THREEIrina's POV Three weeks had passed since that night.Three weeks of waking up and wishing it had all been a terrible dream. Of avoiding mirrors because I could not stand to look at myself. Three weeks of pretending everything was fine when nothing would ever be fine again.I had not seen Alexei since that morning. He disappeared the day after the party, and I was grateful. I could not face him. I could not look into those forest green eyes without remembering.Dimitri noticed something was wrong. Of course he did. He knew me too well. But I lied and lied and lied until even I almost believed my own words.It was just a stomach bug, I told him. Just exhaustion. Just stress.But it was not.The sickness came every morning now. I threw up until there was nothing left. I stopped eating because food made it worse. I lost weight I could not afford to lose.And I knew.Deep down in a place I did not want to look, I knew what was happening to me.I was pregnant.With Alexei's
CHAPTER TWODimitri's POV Something was wrong with Irina.I noticed it the moment she entered my office that morning. She moved differently, and carefully. Like her body hurt. Like she was trying not to break.Her face was pale. Her eyes were red and swollen like she had been crying. And she would not look at me. Not directly. Not the way she usually did."Your tea, sir," she said quietly, placing the cup on my desk. Her hands shook. The cup rattled against the saucer.I frowned. "Irina.""Yes, sir?" She replied, still not looking at me."Are you well?" I asked."Yes, sir. I am fine." Her voice was flat and empty.She was lying.I leaned back in my chair and studied her. Four years I had known this girl. For four years I had watched her move through my space like light through water. I knew every expression on her face. Every tone in her voice. Every small thing that made her happy or sad or afraid.This was different. This was worse than afraid.She was broken."Did something happe
CHAPTER ONEIrina's POV The music downstairs was loud enough to rattle the windows. I pressed my pillows over my ears and tried to block out the chaos below. The laugher. The shouting. The occasional crash of breaking glass. The Volkov Bratva celebrated victories like the world was ending, and tonight they had reason to celebrate. Dimitri had secured the eastern docks, expanded his territory, and crushed his rivals without losing a single man.I should have been happy for him. I was happy for him. But I was also bone tired.Earlier, I had planned the party with the other house workers. Made sure everything was ready and well prepared to Dmitri's taste. Four years as his personal maid had taught me to read his moods better than I could read words on a page. I knew how he liked his tea. How he wanted his suits pressed. How he needed silence after violence. And tonight, he had ordered me to stay in the bedroom, away from the party, away from his men.“Stay in my room,” he had said,







