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
“Mrs. Morozov,” one of them said, opening the door for her. She smiled faintly, smoothing her skirt before stepping forward. But the moment she crossed the threshold, the air changed. Her smile froze. The sight before her was a nightmare—blood, so much blood, splattered across the rich mahogany d
MOSCOW, RUSSIA (MIKHAIL'S PENTHOUSE) The first thing Donatella felt when she stirred awake was heat—solid, warm, and pressed against her side. Her lashes fluttered open, and there he was. Mikhail Morozov. His arm lay heavy across her waist, his dark hair tousled in a way that looked infuriatingly
SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (ALEXEI'S SUITE) The club haze still clung to Alexei’s skin—sweat, perfume, and the faint tang of expensive vodka. He’d been drinking since sunset, drowning in neon lights and bass that rattled his bones, but the buzz did little to drown the one thing he couldn’t get rid of
Her fingers brushed the metal tucked into her coat pocket—a pistol she’d lifted from Mikhail’s drawer earlier. The weight of it was oddly comforting. The warehouse loomed ahead, the corrugated steel walls catching the last smear of sunlight. She stepped out of the car, gun in hand, forcing her legs







