Viktor I have no idea why I fucking said yes. Maybe it was because I badly wanted Milana out of my sight or that what she really said made sense. I should allow my daughter to do what she wants. I don’t have a nice history with ballet and you can say that I hate anything related to ballet. My late wife was a ballerina and her obsession for it was one of the things that got her killed. If only she listened, maybe she would—I shake my head slowly, taking in a deep breath. It’s probably best that I don’t go there. It’s all in the past now and since Annika is so adamant on doing it, I’ll allow her but I just hope that she makes no mistakes. “Really papa?” her face lights up and I slowly nod at her. She jumps in excitement and then she runs to hug me. I lift her off the ground and I hug her as well. I love seeing her happy and I would do anything to make my daughter happy. “You can do what you want, Anushka. But if your feet are hurting too much, you will get some rest and stop dancing
Viktor It's been over 20 minutes since I got back home, but I've not stepped down from my car. Right in my hands are the papers that Boris gave me in the office before I drove home. I might have asked him to run a thorough background check on Maksim Morozov. Milana’s husband. What? I might have been so curious and I guess my hands were itching to look into him, so I did. I had him followed and told Boris to get everything about him. He was not supposed to leave anything out. My car is parked in front of my house and I bring out the papers to go through the reports. He's just as useless as I thought that he would be. There is nothing special about this man. Why did Milana marry him? How was she even convinced to marry a person like him? What I've been reading about him is a big no for me. Now I know why she's having issues in her marriage. The bastard is jobless. So Milana is the breadwinner? Wow, just wow! He does not work and there is nothing special about him, he's not well-to-d
Viktor There is a puzzled look on Milana's face as I drag her straight to my office. I didn't mean to touch her, I swear I just did it on impulse and now I can feel my dick tightening against my pants. This is so fucked up. “Sir, do you need anything?” Her lashes flutter and she looks up at me in confusion. I abruptly let go of her after dragging her into my office. Yes, I do need a lot of things and one of them is Milana. “Fuck.” I curse, smacking my lips hard. It feels so awkward now that I suddenly dragged her into my office and I've never felt so awkward before in my life. What is going on?? I don't have a reasonable excuse right now to give Milana on why I dragged her here to my office. My excuse is that I hated seeing her close to other men, so I brought her here. Vion was just too close. It's Saturday and she's staying over because she decided not to go back home. “Why did you not go home?” I suddenly ask, slowly pursing my lips. I have nothing to say and that's why I aske
Milana I was so happy when I saw the alert from Viktor. He increased my salary. I already had 50k RUB with Zoya and after adding my new payment, it became 250k. I guessed that I would be leaving Maksim soon. But my joy was cut short when I tried calling Zoya and she was not picking up her calls. I just sent the money to her account and I wanted to tell her about it, but she was not picking up her calls. At first, I thought that she was busy that morning and just waited until evening. But when I called her again, she did not pick up. I sent her texts, but she was not online either. What was going on?? I hoped that she was fine. I tried calling her boyfriend, but he did not pick up either. And it got to a point where her number stopped going through. The call would just end if I tried to call her.“Oh my God,” I slowly sit on the bed, and I try to call Zoya yet again but she never but her number stops going through. Panic sets in and Immediately stand up to my feet. What if something
Viktor Milana’s eyes widen in surprise after I tell her that I'm going to help her. It's not going to be hard to catch the girl that stole her money. And I don't want to blame her too much for trusting someone with her life savings. Her husband gambles, so maybe she's trying to hide the money from him. He’s jobless, so maybe there is a high chance that he gambles with the money, and the only way of keeping her money safe is by giving it to her friend, which is a very dumb idea. “Y…you… will help me do that?” her eyes are red and puffy and she looks at me with so many expectations in her eyes. I nod, “Send me all the details about this friend of yours. Her name and where she lives. I will be able to track her down.” I was on my way to my room when I bumped into Milana and I was going to bed early today. “Thank you so much sir, thank you.” Milana breathes out and I'm about to tell her that it's okay when she suddenly hugs me. Really? My whole body stiffens when Milana wraps her han
Milana I have no idea how I managed to fall asleep last night as I was so worried, but I did. I loved how perfectly Viktor handled the situation after Annika caught the both of us hugging. I just lost it and hugged him as I was overwhelmed with so many emotions. I really appreciated his help. He has been helping me so much. And Annika? The adorable kid hugged me all through till we both fell asleep. She slept in my room and when I woke up, I smiled seeing her by my side. Sleeping soundly. I'm coming to care for Annika so much because she deserves all the love in the world as a little girl. I'm careful enough not to wake her up as I slowly get out of bed. She’s not going to school today. Picking up my phone, I slowly go to the bathroom. I'm going to call Zoya again to see if she has unblocked me. I really need a good explanation of why she did what she did. As I unlock my phone, the first message I see is an alert from my bank. I'm beyond shocked when I see that it's a credit alert
Milana I have to blink repeatedly to make sure that I just heard right from Viktor. Little darling? It worked? Is he….? I can't even make a sound but my body and mind is in a mess. He called me little darling and from the way he called me, fuck. His voice was deep and raw and it felt like his eyes were staring right into me. “I…i..” The words that I wanted to form die in my throat when Viktor stands right in front of me. We are barely apart from each other. His height towers above me and he looks down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. “You keep doing things to me, Milana.” He exhales sharply and from the way he now looks at me, it feels like he's sizing me up with his eyes and may just trample upon me. “And to think you don't even know about the effects you have on me, fuck.” He lets out in a raspy voice. I'm about to say something, my lower lips trembling when he suddenly takes hold of my hand. His wrapping around my wrist. “S…i..” My words are cut short with just
Viktor Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!! I couldn't control myself, I lost control and fuck!! I run my hands through my hair and then my eyes land on Milana who is breathing heavily with flushed cheeks. Her hair is kind of ruffled, same with what she's wearing and her breathing is heavy. “Papa,” Annika’s knock comes again, her voice a little shaky like she's going to cry. I'm calm because I know how to deal with Annika. Acting out will only make her suspicious. Annika is so smart of her age.“Arrange your hair and your clothes. Stop acting like you just saw a ghost.” I straighten out my clothes before walking towards the door. Milana gasps when I open the door but I ignore her and crouch down in front of Annika. “Good morning, princess.” A small smile appears on the corner of my lips as I hug Annika who hugs me back. I know that she spent the night in Milana's room, after I asked her to hug Milana, she fell asleep and I just left her there. I came into the room in the middle of the night and
Viktor “Viktor,” I turn upon hearing my name and I keep a neutral look on my face when Yelena approaches me. There is a soft smile on her face as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knee and her straightened brunette hair stops right above her shoulders. There's heavy makeup on her face and I must say, Yelena exudes an aura wherever she goes. She is Vladimir’s daughter. “Hello.” I keep my tone professional and she finally stands in front of me. Her perfume hits my nose immediately and I almost puke. I don't like the smell of it. It's too harsh. I've gotten so used to Milana that I love her natural scent a lot. She hardly uses expensive perfumes and still smells so good. Like roses. “I'm so glad that I've been able to meet you. I came running here once Mikhail told me that the both of you came together. How have you been?? How's Annika? I guess she misses her aunty a lot.” Yelena chuckles. Annika knows Yelena and they've not met for over a year
Viktor Milana was really testing me. She actually decided to suck my dick and it felt so good that I was losing it and wanted Mikhail to leave as soon as possible. I was supposed to go meet him but I canceled all my plans after seeing the marks on Milana’s body. I already locked my door and no one will be barging in.Milana's eyes fill with tears and I smirk as I stare down at her. She looks so good having my cock in her mouth and she's going to finish what she started. Was she trying to tease me when she knew that Mikhail was here and that I could lose control when it came to her? My control snaps once it comes to Milana. I become an untamed beast. She keeps her mouth open and I fuck her mouth hard. My thrusts are violent and urgent as I feel the need to cum. In her mouth. I've not cummed in her pussy before as Milana is so intent on being careful about getting pregnant. I already got her birth control pills and I don't know if she's taking them yet. I'll ask when I'm about to fuck
Milana It's Mikhail. Viktor’s scary friend. The huge and intimidating one. They are all tall, but Mikhail and Nikolai scare me. Alexei is less intimidating and I've gotten more used and comfortable with Viktor. He no longer scares me like before. I gulp and I try not to breathe so hard. It would be so messed up if Viktor's friend catches me under his table, half-naked. I didn't even get to wear my sweater. And Viktor? I almost burst out laughing when I see his hard dick from under the table. He did not even get to tuck it inside and he's still fully hard.“Boss, I tried to stop him. He—” “Quiet Boris. I already came in. You can go.” Mikhail dismisses Boriz and I know that he leaves when I hear footsteps and the door closes. “Barging into my house and my office is rude Mikhail,” Viktor speaks for the first time, his voice dangerously low and Mikhail scoffs. “And bailing on me is disrespectful. How dare you? I waited for over an hour and you sent Boris to tell me that something cam
Milana I really have no idea how things got to this point, me telling Viktor about Maksim and his abuse. I really did not want to tell him about it. It was not my intention to let him know, but Viktor had seen the marks on my body. They were so stubborn this time and refused to heal quickly. Zoya even pitied me when she was helping me to apply some ointment on them, and I had to beg her not to pick up her phone as she wanted to call the police. “Why are you angry?” I ask Viktor again, and he sucks in a deep breath. He just had forgotten that he was supposed to stop talking to me when he saw the same marks, and he just grabbed me. And I think that's a good thing as Viktor is now talking and maybe I can get the reason for his anger out of his mouth. “I'm angry because of you, Milana. You.” He replies in a stern tone that does not sound so hard, and my eyes widen. Me? What did I do to get him so angry, even to the point that he did not want to look at me or even talk to me? “Me?” I s
Viktor He does. Her husband beats her up. My answer is right in front of me. Maksim abuses Milana because what in the hell are those ugly marks on her body? I was still very angry at Milana for other reasons but I still noticed that there was a red mark at the side of her neck and that was when I decided to check what it was and I noticed red, ugly cane marks and then, the fingerprints on her face. They were barely visible but I was not stupid enough to not know that she was slapped. “Answer my question. Does your husband abuse you? Did he do this?” My voice is lower this time as a crying Milana already looks so scared. My heart cuts when she slowly nods her head and blurts out a soft yes. He does beat her up. He was the one who beat her this badly. What did she do to him that made him hit a woman this much? And the bastard used a came. I suck in a deep breath and I ask in a soft voice, “How long has this been going on? How long has he been abusing you?”“For two years now. Since w
Milana It was finally Monday, and things had just been messy for me. After running away from Maksim, I spent my weekend at Zoya’s house. When Vion was coming to pick me up, I was lucky that I had his number and directed him to come pick me up at a spot instead. That was how we both went to Annika’s school and returned home afterward. Viktor was not home when he got home, and it did not seem like he was going to return early. I had missed him so much, and I wanted to see him and hug him as I felt his warmth. I had already decided to wait for him until he came back that evening. To pass the time, I taught Amnika some ballet steps. After that, I assisted her with her assignment before she told me that she was tired. I made her dinner and sent some to Vion and Boris before taking Annika to bed. And here I am, waiting for Viktor in the sitting room. I'm waiting patiently for him to come back. He returns home just when the clock hits nine, and when I hear footsteps, I stand up to my feet
Milana My hand is shaky as I place it on the doorknob. I have come home and don't know why I feel it's a terrible idea. It is a bad idea. Returning to this house is a horrible idea, and things never end well. It takes everything within me to open the door as I walk into the house. The first person I see is my greatest nightmare—Maksim, who looks like he was just waiting for me. “I brought your money,” I utter, my voice low and shaky, but Maksim scoffs, and I watch as he abruptly stands up to his feet.“You've been growing wings Milana.” Each step he takes closer to me makes my heart race and it feels like I'm going closer to death itself. I should probably drop his money and run away, but I can't do that. Maksim always finds a way to bring me back to this house by threatening me. If only I could get the money that I'm owning me but I've not gathered up to that amount and I can't even find someone to burrow from. Something keeps telling me to tell Viktor about this. He's rich, he ca
Milana A week later and we are back to the weekend. This past week has been so unforgettable. I was given a princess treatment by Viktor throughout my period and I spent every night in his room. We did not fuck, but he took so much care of me by preparing me warm baths and making sure that I was comfortable. We also slept with Viktor cuddling me and once I finished my period by Thursday, he kept me up all through the night. The sex that night was so hot that I was not able to get out of bed the next day. I stayed at home on Friday and Viktor took Annika to school. We did not have sex Friday evening because I was still too sore and I knew that I would not be able to take him.It's Saturday and I'm not going home today. I don't want to go to that house. I don't want to meet Maksim instead or even talk to him, but it seems like I'm destined and cursed to talk to him and my phone rings the moment his thought crosses my mind. Maksim calls and I frown, before picking up the call. I would
Milana After freshening up, I go downstairs and meet Annika and Viktor having breakfast. He has already cooked. “Good morning, Milana.” Annika smiles at me, and I wave at her, muttering a good morning. Since Viktor has already cooked, I think I should go upstairs, as I'm not feeling too well. My stomach is hurting, and I need some rest. I turn to leave when Viktor's voice jolts me, and I immediately turn to face him. “Where are you going?” he asks me, and I slowly clear my throat. “I'm going upstairs. I need to rest. I'm not feeling too well.” I tell him, slowly wrapping my hands around my stomach, which is beginning to ache so much. Fuck, I need to get my pills. “Sit, " he utters, pointing at the chair near him, and my eyes widen in confusion. What is he saying? And what does he mean by “I should sit?” It's his dining table, and I'm just a nanny. I've never sat at this table, and I don't think that it's appropriate for me to sit there. “B…b…but y…yo…you..” “Sit, Milana. Join us