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CHAPTER 121 — THE APARTMENT
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2026-07-06 21:26:06
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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 41 — MASKS AND REVELATIONS
Liora VossSomething had changed.The air in the mansion felt heavier, thicker with suspicion. Heros watched me like I was a puzzle he was determined to solve—and break, if necessary. His d
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 40 — THE SCENT OF US THREE
Liora VossThe paranoia was suffocating.Heros had doubled the security again. Three black SUVs now waited across the street from Crestwood every day, men watching my every move. The rumors at sc
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 35 — EXPOSED FRAGILITY
Luther GreenThe tension in the office was thick enough to cut with a knife.We sat gathered around the large screen, analyzing every file Zedekiah had pulled from Arthur Kensington's computer. T
I Surrender to Them CHAPTER 32 — THE MERCILESS SENTENCE
Luther GreenI leaned against the wall of the office, arms crossed, eyes locked on the security footage playing across the screens. The cold blue light cast ghostly shadows over my face, but it did nothing to cool the burning rage inside me.
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