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Chapter 102: A MOTHER'S LESSON.
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CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON. Chapter 110: THE PRICE OF POWER (ISABELLA POV).
The rooftop terrace was open tonight, the cold, clean air a sharp contrast to the warmth inside the fortress. We stood side-by-side at the railing, looking out over the silent sprawl of the city that now, thanks to the Alliance, moved to our rhythm.Vladimir had a glass of vodka, untouched. I held my wine, feeling the cool glass against my palm. The stillness of the night invited reflection, and tonight, we needed to talk about the shadows that still lingered.“The reports from Viktor on the Balkan stabilization are satisfactory,” Vladimir commented, breaking the silence. “The new transportation hub is functioning at 98% capacity. The local leaders are compliant. Your decision to liquidate Anatoly’s junction was the final necessary surgical action.”“It felt cold,” I admitted, leaning my back against the stone railing. “I didn’t feel guilt, Volkov, which is what scares me. I just felt… correct. Like solving a complex financial equation. I dissolved a problem for the greater stability
CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON. Chapter 109: THE NEW QUEEN'S DECREE (ISABELLA POV).
The air in the small, circular meeting room was thick, heavy with years of simmering resentment. We were in the neutral zone of the compound, a purpose-built room with white walls, steel finishes, and no windows—a space designed for cold, rational decisions, not emotional outbursts.I sat at the head of the table next to Vladimir, who was utterly still, observing. The conflict itself was tedious: Anatoly, the Capo of the southern border regions, was locked in a bitter, costly dispute with Sergei, the Capo of the central transportation corridor. They were fighting over the control of a minor rail junction that had, historically, served as the primary bottleneck for illegal goods moving north.For weeks, their petty war had resulted in delayed shipments, unnecessary violence, and, most importantly to me, the introduction of instability into the new legal logistics network we had just spent months building. They were prioritizing tradition over the future.Anatoly, a heavy-set man with a
CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON. Chapter 108: THE WEDDING PLANNING (ISABELLA POV).
The rooftop terrace was encased in specialized, heated glass, offering a stunning, silent view of the snow-dusted city lights sprawling beneath the Russian night sky. It was late, almost midnight, and the house was utterly quiet. We were wrapped in thick blankets, sharing a single glass of rare, complex Italian wine.I traced the rim of the glass with my finger, feeling the deep, settled contentment that had become the normal background noise of my life. The fear was gone, replaced by the profound weight of my position: wife to Vladimir, mother to Ivan and Giovanni, and the financial backbone of an empire.“Viktor’s system for categorizing Giovanni’s favorite stuffed animals by 'predictive loyalty metrics' is causing a crisis downstairs,” I noted idly, leaning my head on Vladimir’s shoulder. “Mamma says he is confusing the nanny. I told her to just smile and nod at Viktor’s charts, because he looks genuinely happy for the first time in his life.”Vladimir chuckled, a low, rumbling sou
CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON. Chapter 107: THE FIRST STEPS (ISABELLA POV).
The Solarium was always the brightest room. It was built with enormous, reinforced glass panels that let the sun stream in, turning the plush, pale carpet into a giant, warm play mat. For the past hour, the space had been dedicated entirely to the serious, demanding business of infancy.Ivan and Giovanni were engaged in a low-speed, highly focused crawl race toward a collection of soft, non-lethal blocks. Mamma, Chiara, was sitting with me on the floor, gently supervising while attempting to teach me the proper technique for folding a fitted sheet—a task that, frankly, felt more difficult than negotiating a merger with the Russians.“Look at Ivan,” Mamma sighed, leaning back against the sofa. “He is methodical. He assesses the block stack, he calculates the distance, and he moves. He is all Volkov precision.”“He is also currently trying to eat his own foot, Mamma,” I pointed out, pulling a piece of fluff from Ivan’s mouth. “And Giovanni just body-slammed the sofa leg because he got b
CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON. IVAN AND ALEXANDER'S FUTURE (ISABELLA POV).
The Financial Command Center was meticulously organized, silent save for the hum of the servers. It was designed to feel like a chamber of absolute truth, where numbers could not lie.I stood with Vladimir at the head of the conference table, waiting. He was relaxed, a silent monument of power, but his presence was a clear signal: this meeting was not about negotiation; it was about acceptance.The doors opened, and the three brothers—Ivan (the older triplet), Alexander, and their younger brother—entered. They were dressed in functional suits, their faces sharp, efficient, and accustomed to danger. They were Vladimir’s instruments of action, the ones who turned a strategic decision into brutal reality. But lately, they had been forced to turn my complex financial plans into legal reality, which was proving to be a challenge to their mindset.“Take your seats,” Vladimir commanded, his voice deep and final.The Triplets sat down, their movements perfectly synchronized, radiating the di
CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON. Chapter 105: VIKTOR'S HAPPINESS.
The compound’s library was my favorite place to work. It was quiet, smelled faintly of old paper, and had the best view of the internal courtyard where Ivan and Giovanni took their afternoon strolls with their nanny, escorted by a rotating team of four armed guards. Balance.I was finalizing a presentation on the legal holding structures we had just established when I noticed Viktor. He was sitting at a side desk, not monitoring the firewalls or reviewing patrol schedules, but looking at a massive, complicated flowchart. It wasn't my flowchart, or Vladimir’s. It was entirely new.I watched him for a solid five minutes. He wasn't tense. He wasn't staring through the walls. He was… focused. Completely absorbed in a thick, leather-bound notebook next to the screen. His usual uniform of perfect, tailored black was pristine, but for the first time, I noticed a tiny, almost imperceptible furrow in his brow that seemed less about global threat assessment and more about mild confusion.“Vikto
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