Milana I left as I couldn't bear to stay any longer. Annika’s mother is my friend Karina. And she is dead. I've always tried to look for her but I had no idea that she died three years ago. I have been living in her house and I feel so bad each time I think about what has been going on between Viktor and me. He was Karina’s husband and we have been…. I have been having sex with him. That is not right in any way. It’s wrong. “You knew my wife?” “We were friends Viktor. Close friends. And I lost contact with her. I have no idea that she passed. I had no idea that she had a daughter. She just left and now I…i..” My voice trails off and I sniffle. “How did she even die? Karina was such a sweet soul.” one that did not deserve to die so soon and I remember Viktor saying that she was murdered. What even pushed them to kill her? She would never hurt anyone. “It is unfortunate that Karina passed and I'm sorry that you are just finding out about her death. But Milana, calm down. Stop crying
Viktor Milana suddenly excused herself and left. She was acting strange and had not come back since she left and that had been over an hour ago. I take it as if she was feeling uncomfortable. I will go and find her soon. I've already dropped the flowers that I brought and Annika has done the same. She is currently with Tatiana who is still talking with her sister and Ivan and I are standing not too far from there. “Your father did not come?” “Don't call that man's name in my presence. And it's best he does not show his face here. He's not worthy of having a person like Karina as his daughter.” Ivan says with venom. He has a strained relationship with his father and is the closest to Karina. She was the eldest child, followed by Ivan, and Tatiana was the last child. “I should spend some little time with Annika. I will stop by your place later.” I only nod. “Who was she?”“Who?” “The woman you brought with you. My sister's replacement?” Ivan scoffs and he runs his hand through his
Milana By the time it was 9 the next day, I had already gotten Annika ready. She's dressed beautifully and this time, she requested that I pack her hair in one ponytail. “Milana, you should come with us,” she says but I shake my head at her. “You and your papa are to go alone. Come with me. He's already waiting.” I know that she's bound to request that I come with her, but I'm not agreeing to that request. I cannot come with them, it's a family thing. “I will ask Papa. He will allow you to come with us.” Annika is so insistent and I seriously can't keep arguing with her. Viktor will refuse, so I don't say anything to her and just lead her down the stairs instead. We go downstairs and I meet Viktor already waiting. He's dressed in a tailored suit, looking dashing. The moment I go near him, his smell fills my nose and I'm reminded of how much I miss him. “Papa,” Annika runs to meet her father and Viktor smiles on seeing her. The next question that he asks her, shocks me. “Did you wi
Milana I remain standing by the door and I actually lose track of time. It should have been hours, but I didn't move still and waited for Viktor. The room is quiet and that should only mean that he put Annika to bed. I keep waiting and I don't move from my standing place. I hear footsteps and I look towards the door. The door opens and Viktor walks out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. “Are you guys done yet?” I ask, but I think they are. Annika should already be sleeping. “Yes. And what are you doing here, Milana?” He asks and I take a deep breath. “Go to bed, there was no need for you to wait here. Annika is sleeping, you can go.” He dismisses me but I don't leave. I want to talk to him. “Let's talk. Please,” I utter softly. He might refuse me and adding please is very necessary. Viktor stares at me for a while, but he nods and begins to walk towards his office. I quietly follow behind him. He goes into his office and while I stand in front of his table, he sits d
Milana Viktor has not been talking to me. We have not been talking to each other. I cried hard the day I ran out of his room after his reaction to me telling him about my birthday and since then we have not been talking. He left home that Friday and returned late. I did not wait for him and throughout Saturday, I saw him just once and it was just a glimpse. And he saw me as well, but he acted as if he did not and that actually hurt me so much. “Go to bed, Annika, it's late,” I tell Annika, but instead she goes to her closet. “Help me pick out a dress, Milana, and shoes. Papa and I are going to visit Mama tomorrow.” She tells me while rummaging through her closet and I freeze, blinking in shock. Mama? Since I started working here, this is the first time that Annika has mentioned her mother. Is she still alive? Then why is she not living here? What happened between her and Viktor? “Your mother?” There is confusion in my voice and Annika nods while tossing a dress aside. “Papa and
Milana I felt so much better after Viktor spoke to me yesterday. He assured me that he was not seeing someone else and I took his words for it. He also pointed out that whatever there was between us was mutual and I accepted that as well. He kissed me goodnight and left for his room. There was no sex and it was because both of us were not in the mood for it. The next morning, I went straight to the kitchen to make Amnika breakfast. I made breakfast for everyone and I woke up quite early. After breakfast, I go to wake Annika up to prepare her for school. It's Friday. “Good morning,” I smile walking into her room and as I part the curtains, Annika groans as she places her pillow over her head. “Let me sleep.” She whines but I don't leave her alone. Instead, I walk over to her bed and pull the duvet away from her. “Get up from the bed. You have to go to school. Come on, it's time to go to school.” I tell her but she groans, refusing to get up from the bed. She's not going to get up s
Viktor Fuck. Milana is crying and I watch as she runs upstairs. I really did not mean to hurt her with my words and I might have said those words in a way that made her feel insignificant. She's already suffering from low self-esteem as it is and I just made things worse.I've just been feeling a little down about Karina’s upcoming death anniversary and I overreacted. I don't leave Milana alone, instead, I go after her, but she locks her door just before I can get to her. “Milana, open the door.” I knock on the door gently as Annika's room is not too far from here and I wouldn't want to wake her up. “Milana, open up.” I knock again but I'm met with the sounds of Milana crying. I already know how sensitive she is and Milana cries even at the littlest things. “Milana, open the door, and let's talk. I did not mean my words that way. Just open the door.” She cries even more at my words. I curse under my breath and I walk away from her room. I'm not leaving her there, but I'm going to g
Milana “When will Papa be back?” Annika asks and my eyes travel to the wall clock. It's already past 8 and Viktor is not yet back. He's not picking up his calls either. “I think he's busy. I don't think he will return home early. Go to bed. You can show him your dance tomorrow.” I say to Annika and a sad look clouds her face. The book of us has been practicing a new ballet dance and Annika was dying to show it to Viktor. She refused to go to bed and decided to wait for him. But he's not yet home and I can keep her awake. “Come here, dear.” I carry her in my arms as I carry her to bed, lying her down on it. “Your papa is so busy these days. You will show him your dance tomorrow and he will love it.” I smile at Annika, slowly stroking her forehead.“Do you think that he will?” She mumbles and I nod. “He will love it. But you need to sleep for now. I will read you a bedtime story.” I offer, retrieving a book. There is a happy look on Annika’s face as I flip through the book. I begin
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