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CHAPTER 119 — PROLOGUE (DARYA GREEN)
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2026-07-06 21:06:24
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I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 121 — THE APARTMENT
At night, in my apartment, I observe the wine-red dress I sketched during my visit to Maison Dumont, now hanging on the mannequin.Illusion neckline—toide microphones. A high waist—forccessing weapons. A secret pocket—foroisons.A mafiosa must always be prepared, wouldn't you agree?In the mirror, two Daryas stare back at me:On the left: Daughter of Faina Green, who knows 14 ways to kill with a hatpin.On the right: Award-winning Parsons student, who cries the first time she sees Chantilly lace.I even enrolled in a real fashion school—withxams, internships, and sleepless nights over sketches and fabrics—justo every detail of my charade would be flawless.My phone vibrates. It's Yakov."Darykins!"The nickname slips through the line like it always has, three drawn-out syllables between his teeth, where the prolonged "Kins" is our signature. Only Yakov pronounces it that way, since we were five, when he saved me from a kidnapping by pulling my ponytail and stabbing the man's eye with
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 120 — THE STORM ARRIVES
PRESENTELIZABETHPARIS, FRANCE — CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORTI enter Paris as Elizabeth Smirnov.A name that doesn't truly belong to me but carries the weight of my mother's history. Elizabeth, my middle name. Smirnov, the identity she used years ago to survive.The city lights flicker below like interrogation spotlights, but I don't blink back. Paris doesn't know who just arrived. And it's better that way.Russian blood from the Petrovs, cold as a Moscow winter, mixed with the calculating ambition of the Greens. I was born between codes of honor stained in red and raised to survive any scenario. Now, I step off the plane with a clear objective: to kill Olivier Lefèvre—the man who almost destroyed my family on my twenty-first birthday, along with my triplets, Vasily and Yakov.Maison Dumont is my entry point — the perfect disguise.To the world, I'm just a promising fashion designer. To the underworld, I'm a shadow ready to strike.My brothers, Yakov and Vasily, left me with little inf
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 119 — PROLOGUE (DARYA GREEN)
PROLOGUEPAST — 14 YEARS AGODARYA GREENNEW YORK, NY — GREEN MANSIONMy mother instituted the number system out of pure logistical necessity.Imagine five armed-to-the-teeth men responding at the same time when a child yells "Dad!" in the middle of dinner. Ever seen the chaos of five Glocks being drawn simultaneously because Yakov slipped on dried blood from training and called for help? Yeah…That's how we learned:FATHER 1 ➻ HEROESThe patriarch had heavy hands that served both to bandage scraped knees and to dislocate traitors' jaws. Our first-aid manual was him muttering, "Press here, daughter, until the bone stops creaking," while threading needles through open wounds.FATHER 2 ➻ LUTHERThe family strategist. Not the behind-the-scenes planner type—but the one who sketched tactics with empty cartridges over coffee-stained maps while his cigarette smoke veiled the most crucial details."A direct attack is predictable," he'd say, dragging his finger over an alternative route. "True
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 118 — THE HIDDEN CONNECTIONS OF OLIVIER LEFÈVRE
Faina GreenThree days after the attack, the mansion still smelled of gunpowder and dried blood.Heros was stabilized in the makeshift infirmary room in the basement—alive, but weak, with three bullets removed and an infection that Noah monitored hour by hour. I barely left his side, but the hatred wouldn’t let me sleep. Olivier Lefèvre was no longer a name from the past. He was an open wound that needed to be cauterized.That early morning, we gathered everyone in the armored office. My father had brought two of his best men from Moscow. Luther projected everything we had gathered so far onto the large screen.“Olivier Lefèvre,” Luther began, his voice cold as steel. “47 years old. Born in Marseille, raised in Corsica. Officially, owner of a luxury
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 117 — THE ATTACK ON THEIR 21ST BIRTHDAY
Faina GreenDarya stood frozen for long seconds that night, her body trembling with rage and pain. Then she dropped the suitcase to the floor with a dull thud and ran up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door hard enough to make the chandelier shake.I stayed there in the middle of the hall, feeling my chest tight.I had just saved my daughter from a monster.And in the process, I had perhaps become one to her.The following years were the hardest of our lives.Michael’s death (officially declared a “disappearance”) left a deep wound in Darya. She spent months in silence, then in open rebellion. She screamed, cried, and locked herself in her room for days. There were nights when I slep
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 116 — THE BEATING AND THE FIRE
Faina GreenI couldn’t stop it.That same night, after my last confrontation with Darya, the boys acted.Yakov and Vasily didn’t ask for permission. They simply waited for Michael to leave her room one more time—almost two in the morning—grabbed him in the back corridor, and dragged him to the old shed behind the mansion, the same place where we stored old equipment and fuel for the armored vehicles.I only found out when Heros woke me, already dressed in black, his jaw locked.“They got him,” he said, his voice low. “Your sons.”My stomach dropped.“Where?”
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 85 – NOAH, THE HEALER
Faina GreenThe mansion’s library was immersed in a cozy twilight. Only the floor lamp beside the Chesterfield sofa lit the space, casting soft shadows over the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. The scent of leather, old paper, and Noah&rsquo
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 02 — THE BASEMENT
Liora VossI woke to the constant sound of dripping water. Ploc. Ploc. Ploc. A slow, relentless rhythm echoing off the damp concrete walls, marking time like a macabre clock. The heavy smell of mold and wet earth filled my nostrils, mixed with something metallic I preferred not to identify. The dar
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 01 — THE GIRL
Heros GreenNew York, Todt Hill — 3 days laterThe air inside the office was dense, almost palpable. The scent of aged whiskey mingled with the aged leather of the furniture and the residual smoke of Cuban cigars that still lingered in the environment. I found myself seated behind the imposing dark
I Surrender to Them PROLOGUE — THE ALLEY
Liora VossMoscow, Ulitsa Arbat — Arbat StreetI waited outside the school gates for more than two hours. My phone had gone warm in my hand from calling Mackenzie—my mother—over and over again.Twenty-three times.Every call went to voicemail.Dusk bled across the city in shades of tarnished gold,
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