MasukAdrian 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
MOSCOW, RUSSIA (MIKHAIL'S PENTHOUSE) Mikhail had barely slept. He’d tossed, turned, and cursed himself for letting that kiss last as long as it had. But the taste of her—sweet, almost sinful, like strawberries plucked from a summer garden—lingered no matter how many times he tried to distract hims
The Bratva Empire – Nikolai’s Suite Savannah paused outside her husband’s office. Muffled voices seeped through the heavy oak doors—Nikolai’s voice, low and clipped, speaking urgently to someone on the phone. “…I said the job failed. The girl did it—she killed him before I could stop it. Damn it.
MOSCOW, RUSSIA (MIKHAIL'S PENTHOUSE) Mikhail didn’t say a word on the drive back. The car was silent except for the low hum of the engine, but his grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale. Beside him, Donatella sat stiff, her body still trembling from the night’s events. Her fingers
He didn’t budge—grip only tightening. “You’re hurting me,” she hissed. At that, Mikhail’s grip loosened—but only slightly. Without another word, he dragged her out of the club. ********** Adrian stood near one of the black cars, arms locked around Natalia who looked tense. When Mikhail stormed o



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