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CHAPTER 120 — THE STORM ARRIVES
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2026-07-06 21:18:54
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I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 124 — THE STORM EYES
PIERRE DUMONTPARIS, FRANCE — LE BARONEndless meetings at a business lunch, investors sucking every drop of patience I have left, and that damn autumn collection that refuses to come together on paper. Antoine, my department director and best friend since childhood, is on edge — I can see it in the small tics that only I know, the ones he hides from the rest of the world."We need a drink." He growls, rubbing his face with his hands, the impeccable cuffs of his shirt now disheveled.We leave the meeting exhausted, but my mind can't stop thinking about the blonde I bumped into earlier at Maison. She was so unique, so… different. So much so that before I even walked through the Maison doors to meet Antoine for today's meeting, as soon as I finished my call, I'd already asked one of my men to locate her.And now, thanks to the dossier I just received as we left the restaurant, I know everything about Elizabeth Taylor Smirnov.The complete dossier on her weighs in my hands like a sentenc
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 123 — THE STORM UNLEASHED
PRESENTELIZABETHMy mother settles into the wine-red velvet sofa like a queen on her throne, while my sisters scatter across the room like cats sniffing new territory. The apartment still smells of fresh paint and polished wood — an elegant disguise for the bulletproof walls Yakov installed."Daryushka, tell me everything." Mom murmurs, sinking her black-painted fingers into a crystal glass filled with vodka. Her green eyes gleam with the same predatory curiosity from when we were children and she'd interrogate me about stolen candy.I take a deep breath as I describe Maison Dumont: the hallways are wide as runways, the scent of Italian leather and Turkish coffee, the way the older designers watched me as if I were an intruder—which, technically, I am."And this Pierre Dumont?" Alicia interrupts, sharpening a nail with the tip of her stylus. "Is he as charming as they say?"Before I can answer, Mom lets out that low laugh that makes even the furniture tremble. Her high heels rest on
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 122 — THE STORM BREWS
PAST — 13 YEARS AGODARYA GREENNEW YORK, NY — GREEN MANSIONOne year.Twelve months since Michael walked into my life like a storm of charm and secrets. Now, when I hear his footsteps in the hallway, my heart races in a way I can't control.The door opens, and he appears with a smile that illuminates even the darkest corners of the mansion."Darya." My name on his lips is like music — sweet and soft — and I catch myself smiling before I even realize it.I pretend to keep reading, but my eyes betray me, searching for his. But he knows the effect he has on me and loves it."I was thinking about you." He leans in, gently taking the book from my hands. His fingers brush against mine, and a shiver runs through my body."It must have been a very short thought, then." I reply, trying to keep my tone playful, but my voice falters when he moves closer.He laughs, low, and the sound makes my stomach flutter."You talk as if you don't notice the way I spend hours watching you." His eyes gleam w
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 66 — THE TRUTH REVEALED
Heros GreenEmotions were running high when we finally reached the building where my brothers were. But before we could do anything, I spotted them. My heart raced at the sight of Luther and Lohan being carried by several men, unconscious, and loaded into a car. Adrenaline surged through
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 65 — WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?
Faina PetrovFuck. The weight of the situation crushed me like an invisible hand around my throat. I didn’t want to have to shoot my father’s men. Goddamn it. If it weren’t for Luther's and Lohan’s endless questions, we could have already slipped out the back without
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 64 — REVELATIONS
Heros GreenMoscow, Ulitsa Arbat (Arbat Street)The cold wind cut through the air like invisible blades while Noah, Zedekiah, and I positioned ourselves in an abandoned building a few blocks from the warehouse where Luther and Lohan had infiltrated.
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 53 — THE IMPENDING BETRAYAL
Heros GreenThe chaos before us as we arrived at the school was a surreal spectacle. Police cars surrounded the area, their blue and red lights flashing hypnotically, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with tension,
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