LOGINAdrian froze. “Already? Nat—” Natalia smirked. “Relax. Not today. Eventually.” Adrian exhaled dramatically. “You’re going to kill me.” She laughed and pulled him in for a soft kiss. MIKHAIL AND DONATELLA SUITE The night was quiet on the private island, the moonlight slipping through the curtain
“RONAN!” Valerie smacked his arm. Alexei choked on his food. “Bro—BRO—motorcycle??” “It’s a lie!” Valerie yelled, mortified. Ronan shrugged. “I have proof. Video proof.” Donatella cackled. “Show it!” “No one is seeing anything!” Valerie warned, stabbing her fork into her salad as if it was Rona
EPILOGUE – Three Years Later HAWAII, USA Three years had passed since the fall of La Mano Rojas. For the first time in what felt like forever, the Morozovs escaped the chaos of empire life and traveled together to a private Hawaiian island — just the core family: Mikhail & Donatella Alexei & A
“I—I’m pregnant for Alexei. And we’ve been together for a while.” Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence. For a full five minutes, nobody spoke. They stared at the pair as though they’d set the entire room on fire. Then Capo Ivan’s voice boomed: “What did you just say?” Ariana flinched. Ivan’
A MONTH LATER THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE The Bratva Empire glittered with gold and crystal. Tonight wasn’t just a celebration—it was a declaration. One year of Mikhail and Donatella Morozov. The grand hall overflowed with influential guests: politicians, businessmen, allies from across continents, and
“Yes,” she breathed out. He pushed inside her—slow at first, then harder. Donatella suddenly gasped. “You’ll continue… only on one condition.” He clenched his jaw. “Name it.” “I’m going with Savannah to see Nikolai. In case he tries something.” “Dona—” “Yes or no, Mik?” He pressed his mouth t
The jet door hissed open, and cool Sicilian air swept into the cabin. Donatella adjusted the belt of her silk trench coat before stepping onto the stairs. Her heels clicked against the metal as she descended with calculated grace. Five matte black SUVs were lined up at the edge of the runway, headl
Then, without warning, Mikhail bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if imprinting a vow into her skin. When he drew back, his eyes locked with hers—fierce, protective, unyielding. And then he turned, the door closing behind him with a final echo, leaving her alone once more.
“I believe Mikhail will get you out of this,” Ivan said finally, though the words sounded more like prayer than certainty. “If the Pakhan were awake, he would tell the truth. He’d reveal who tried to kill him. But now? Now no one knows when he’ll wake. This is bigger than we thought.” The family no
THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE (GUARDS QUARTER) The air in Adrian’s small quarters turned heavy, suffocating. Mikhail stood in the doorway like a shadow carved out of stone, the kind of shadow that devoured light. His gaze wasn’t scattered—wasn’t divided. No. It was locked on Adrian with such force that if lo







