Milana Annika was really happy to see me. She jumped to hug me the moment she saw me. She was in her room, reading a book. She's so smart for her age. I moved my bags to my room and Boris left. “I'm so glad that you are here, Milana. Papa told me that you were coming today and I have been waiting for you.” She says as I follow her back into her room. Her room is so pretty, neat and coordinated. She's so neat for a six-year-old. I still can't believe that she was alone in here. “I'm glad too. And I'm going to do my best for you, Annika. I hope we get along well.” I tell her. We are already getting along and I hope that it goes on like that. “Which book were you reading?” I ask curiously, and my eyes land on the book which seems to be an English book. “It's a book that Papa got me. It's for beginners in English. I'm trying to perfect my English.” Viktor told me that. He said that I would be giving Annika English lessons. Luckily, I'm very good at English. “How good are you now in
Viktor Milana quickly wipes her tears as she sees me and then her eyes widen in horror and she begins to stammer. “Y..you're back.” She stutters and I just shrug my shoulders lightly. Obviously. I didn't mean to listen to her conversation, but my legs refused to move either when she was talking and it appeared like she had problems with her mother. Well, that shouldn't be my concern. She should sort out whatever problems that she has. “You can go to your room. Good night.” I dismiss her with a single wave of my hands. Milana opens her mouth to speak, but she closes her mouth again. She looks confused and I know that she's trying to tell me something. “Milana,” I call, my tone neutral and she abruptly turns to face me. “Sir, do you need anything.” I inhale slowly, pushing my hand into my left pocket. I don't need anything from her except her taking care of my daughter, but it seems like she requires something and is currently contemplating whether she should ask or not.
Milana I make sure to wake up early the next morning as I don't want to mess things up. I will have to do my best, but each time I think of doing my best, I get a sickening feeling at the thought of what Maksim wants me to do. I don't and can't spy on anyone. I feel so bad. Viktor might be an ass, but he literally agreed to give me an advance payment. My former boss would never do this. Once he pays me, I will send some money to Mom and save up the rest. It's best I work and save up the money to give to Maksim and get a divorce afterwards without giving him any information about Viktor and that's if he doesn't kill me before them. I freshen up quickly and go to the kitchen to cook. When I've almost gotten to the kitchen, I'm net with the aroma of food and I frown. I thought that Viktor had no workers here, so who's cooking? I decide to check it out, stepping into the kitchen. To my dismay, I meet Viktor there, with an apron tied around his neck and his cooking. I freeze, blinking
Milana After I went home for the weekend, the first notification I got on my phone was a credit alert from Viktor. He sent the money. I was so very happy, but all my happiness died down when I stepped into the house. It was a total mess. The room reeked of sex, the sitting room was unswept and the plates in the kitchen were not washed. Everywhere smelled of rotten food and to think that I was only gone for two days. Maksim never even bothered to wash the plates or clean the house, but he brought in women to fuck. I felt hot tears trickling in my eyes as I stood in the middle of the kitchen. Where was I going to start from? My so-called husband was not even home. I guessed I had to start working. I had no choice. It took me three hours before I was finally able to clean the whole house and when I finished, I was so exhausted that I went straight to bed. When I Woke up again, Maksim was not yet back and it was already 9 in the evening. I couldn't call him. Maksim would never pick up
Milana I smile the moment I approach Annika’s room, carrying a glass of milk. I stand by the door, secretly watching as she dances to the music, her little feet moving in perfect rhythm. She twirls, her eyes shining with joy, lost in the magic of ballet. A sweet smile spreads across her face as she dances, unaware of my admiring gaze.“You’re good.” I can't help but say and Annika jolts, as her eyes widen. She quickly runs to turn off the music on her phone. I go into the room, gently closing the door behind me. “Do you take ballet classes?” I can't help but ask, settling down her glass of milk. She’s lacking in a few areas, but with the perfect guidance, Annika is going to be a pro at dancing ballet. “Sadly, no.” A solemn look appears on her face. I watch as she sits at the edge of the bed, picking up her glass of milk which she takes a sip from.“Why?” I ask softly. “Papa does not approve of it.” “Oh.” I mouth. That explains everything. She was not dancing with the ballet shoes
Viktor I feel so exhausted when I get home and the only thing on my mind is going straight to bed. I dismissed Boris to his quarters along with my other guards who arrived with me.I don't go straight to my room, I go to Annika’s. I should see her first. I knock lightly on her door that's slightly open. “Anushka,” I call, pushing my head through the small opening at the entrance of the door. The moment Annika hears my voice, she drops the book that she’s reading as she excitedly jumps down from the bed. “Papa.” She calls excitedly and I open the door fully, going into her room. “How are you, princess?” I lift her off the ground and she happily wraps her little hands around my neck. “I'm fine papa. I missed you so much. Milana said you left early today. I didn't see you during breakfast.” “I'm so sorry, Anushka. I didn't want to disturb your sleep. Work came up, but I'm not leaving early tomorrow. I will make your favourite breakfast and will feed you as well.” That excites her so
Viktor “Ahh!!!!” Milana screams yet again and I just stare at her blankly. She suddenly becomes tense as she wraps her hand around her chest. I squint my eyes at her, is she being serious now? She screams again and this time, she removes her hands from her breast and uses them to cover her pussy. “Just get a fucking towel!” I bite out in anger and her eyes widen in realization. She quickly reaches out for her towel which she wraps around her body. “What are you doing here??” She yells and I glare hard at her. This is my room. I should be the one asking her that. “What are you doing here, Milana?” I ask her, anger evident in my voice. She seems to get angry at me as well and she snaps hard at me. “I was showering. I was having my bath but you came in here like a freak, watching me!!” She mutters and my brows crease. Like a freak? Is that what I am now? A freak? Does she not know whose bathroom she is in?? “Every room here has its own bathroom. Milana. What happened to yours? What
Milana I can't sleep. I have long put Annika to bed and I can't sleep. When I went back to my bathroom, I noticed that the taps started flowing and I seriously don't know how. But right now, I'm so embarrassed. I'm fucking embarrassed. My boss saw me naked and to think that he was just staring at me. I had no idea that it was his room and why would Annika send me to her father's room? I couldn't even find the heart to ask her why she did so, as there was no way that she would know that her father saw me naked. I keep tossing around the bed and I've never felt so ashamed in my life. I seriously don't want another man to tell me how much of an eye sore that I am. Viktor will probably not say it out loud, but I know that's how he feels. Maksim used to tell me that my body was so ugly and unattractive. He looked at my naked body with spite the day he accidentally walked in on me dressing up. I'm so conscious and I seriously don't want another man to think that lowly of me. Especially
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