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
He was hard behind her—so hard—and the solid length pressing against her made her eyes widen in silent shock. If that was going inside her soon… she wasn’t sure she was ready. His right hand began to trail lower, slow and deliberate, until he cupped the heat between her thighs. Her knees weakened.
“For the last time, what do you want, Vera?” His tone dropped, harsh and razor-edged. Vera’s smirk faded into something colder. “An alliance.” She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. “We both want the same thing—Mikhail and Donatella gone.” Her hand clenched into a fist, trembling slightly. “Tha
“I… thought they might be dead,” she admitted, her voice low. “Or… I don’t know. But where are they?” “You guessed right,” he said softly. “Except… only my father is gone. My mother…” His voice faltered, and she saw something flicker in his eyes—something unguarded. “She’s barely alive. She’s been
Her fingers slid into his hair, combing through the thick strands until her fingertips met his scalp. She massaged slowly, almost absently, but the effect on him was instant. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing, the tension in his jaw easing. He would never admit it out loud, but God—he loved



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