LOGINNatasha Malhotra was one of the highest paid model of the country, But the she wasn't highest paid because of her own self but her boyfriend, The owner of her company, Evan Ramos. But they weren't aware of the fact that Natasha was dark obsession of Evan's older brother Ethan Ramos, A mafia king and the person behind the power and money Evan held. Natasha was 22 years old, and at a very young age she gained a lot of popularity, the reason? Ramos brothers. One who controlled her as the CEO of her entertainment company and another one who was secretly making her powerful without her own knowledge. Natasha was originally borned and raised in India, but to pursue her carrier in modelling she shifted to London. Evan Ramos, The brother who pretended to be the better one, He had an entertainment company which made him on the most eligible bachelors of the city, he was 28 and already very successful, the reason? his older brother. Ethan Ramos, The older brother who was marked as the devil, A mafia and the most powerful on in the entire bloodline. He made his empire and then helped his brother persue his dream. He was 33 years old and extremely sharp and calculated. But how were there life twisted? because both the brothers wanted the same girl, But what about the girl, did she actually want any of them?
View More{Third person's pov}Ten Years Later... The Ramos mansion no longer felt like the fortress it had once been.It was a home now, a loud one, a warm one and, according to Ethan Ramos, an unnecessarily chaotic one."Dad!" A young girl's voice echoed through the hallway and Ethan looked up from his study. "What?""You promised!" He sighed. "I promised what?"A girl of ten stormed into the room, her long hair slightly messy and her schoolbag hanging from one shoulder."You promised you'd help me with my project!" Ethan glanced at the clock and then at her.Then at the stack of papers she had dropped onto his desk.n"Your project is due tomorrow.""Yes.""And you're starting today.""Yes." He raised an eyebrow. "You are definitely your mother's daughter."She smiled proudly. "Thank you.""That wasn't a compliment.""I'll take it anyway." Ethan couldn't help laughing.He pushed his chair back. "Come here."She climbed onto the chair beside him and spread her papers across the desk.For the ne
{Third person's pov}Natasha was feeding their three months old daughter when the door opened revealing Ethan.He stepped in quietly, his eyes instantly drawn to the sight of Natasha cradling their daughter, her fingers gently brushing their daughter's cheek as she fed. The late afternoon sunlight spilled over them, painting the scene in warm gold. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching, Natasha glanced up, sensing his presence and smiled. Soon their daughter fell asleep and Natasha placed her in the crib and looked at Ethan who was sitting on the couch."how was your day?" She asked as she walked towards him and sat on his lap.He wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her close, her weight was familiar and grounding. "Long," he replied gruffly, his fingers tracing mindless patterns against her hip. He shifted, adjusting her on his lap as her arms looped around his neck, her familiar scent surrounding him. It was always like this after a long day, and he
{Third person's pov}Six Months Later... The Ramos mansion had changed.The oncebquiet halls were now filled with tiny clothes, unopened packages, baby books, and a nursery that Ethan had personally inspected at least twenty times.Natasha stood in front of the nursery window, one hand resting beneath her enormous belly.She smiled softly as she felt the baby move. "You're getting impatient, aren't you?"A familiar voice came from behind her. "Talking to the baby again?"She turned and Ethan stood in the doorway, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up.Natasha smiled. "Maybe."He walked toward her and immediately placed both hands over her stomach. "Did our little one kick?""has been kicking all morning."Ethan's eyes softened. "Already causing trouble."Natasha laughed. "they gets that from you.""Absolutely not." She raised an eyebrow. "You?""Never." She laughed again. He leaned down and kissed her stomach. "Be nice to your mother."The baby kicked and Ethan immediately looked
The mansion felt different.For the first time in months, Ethan walked through its halls without checking his phone every few minutes.There were no urgent calls, no new threats, no reports waiting on his desk.No reason to wonder whether someone was watching them from across the street.Evan was finally in custody, the case was in the hands of the authorities.And for the first time in a very long time... Ethan could breathe.He entered their bedroom and found Natasha sitting by the window.She was wearing one of his oversized shirts, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders.She looked peaceful, he stood in the doorway for a moment, simply watching her.Natasha eventually noticed him. "What?"He smiled. "Nothing.""You've been staring at me.""I know." She smiled softly. "Come here."He walked toward her and Natasha reached for his hand and pulled him closer.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke and then she whispered, "It's really over, isn't it?"Ethan nodded. "Yes.""No mo
{Third person's pov}If Evan had come home angry, slammed doors, shouted, Natasha would have known exactly what it was.Instead, he smiled. He brought her coffee the next morning. He kissed her forehead before leaving.He asked how she slept. And somehow, that felt worse.But wasn't it his habit? H
{Third person's pov}Evan didn’t slow down as he walked. Natasha followed, her steps quieter against the polished floor, her awareness sharper than before. His hand brushed briefly against her back as they entered the elevator, light, controlled.“Stay close,” he said as the doors closed. Silence p
{Third person's pov}The apartment felt different when she came back.Not quieter, just… heavier.Natasha slipped off her heels near the door, the faint echo of the party still clinging to her skin, her hair, the fabric of the dress she hadn’t changed out of. The stain had dried into something dull
{Third person's pov}The party was everything Natasha expected. And everything she hated.Crystal chandeliers. Low golden lighting. Conversations that weren’t really conversations, just carefully crafted words exchanged between people who measured value in power, not sincerity.Evan fit into it eff
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