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
The photo in Donatella’s hands blurred as tears welled in her eyes. One slipped down her cheek before she could stop it. Her voice was hoarse. “So she died because of me?” Luca’s jaw clenched. His voice carried remorse. “Don’t. Don’t put that on yourself. Or on her. I was the one who failed her.
Donatella’s steps slowed. Her heartbeat thudded in her ears, but her face betrayed nothing. She moved first to Ivan. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him. His whisper was low, urgent. “I’m glad you’re safe. Mikhail kept his promise.” “Yes,” she whispered back, her voice muffled agai
Mikhail Morozov drove through the stillness of Moscow, the engine of his black Mercedes growling low, predatory, as the car cut through the streets. The penthouse lights of the city fell away behind him, swallowed by the dark stretch of road leading to the Bratva’s Empire compound. The closer he cam
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







