로그인Adrian 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
That morning, Mikhail sat across from Donatella in the sunlit dining room, their breakfast laid out between them. The aroma of coffee mingled with the soft sound of laughter. For a moment, everything felt normal. He joked easily, his laughter warm, though the worry in his chest never fully left him.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue dueling with hers, his hands roaming over her body, mapping every curve, every dip. His fingers traced the outline of her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples, making them pebble beneath his touch. He kissed his way down her neck, his lips brushing against her co
Donatella leaned in, her lips brushing against Mikhail’s, her breath warm and teasing. “Can we continue from where we stopped the previous time?” she murmured, her voice low and laced with mischief. Her eyes sparkled with a challenge, and she wiggled her eyebrows, a smirk playing on her full lips.
“I… I killed him,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Mikhail’s expression softened. He reached for her, pulling her close. “You did what you had to do, Zvezda,” he said quietly. “You protected your family. I’m proud of you.” But as Donatella rested her head against his shoulder, her eyes still







