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
SAINT PETERSBURG,RUSSIA (THE BRATVA’S EMPIRE) The black SUV glided to a stop at the car park. Mikhail stepped out first, buttoning his dark coat, his face unreadable. Donatella followed in silence, her heels clicking sharply on the stone steps as she took in the imposing structure before them the l
A single tear slipped down Mikhail’s cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. For the first time in years, he let himself feel. That night, he fell asleep not as the Bratva heir. But as a son—hopeful, broken, and still healing. AMSTER SHOPPING MALL, MOSCOW The soft buzz of chatter and the scent of expensi
Her tone dripped with sarcasm, but it was elegant, poised. Deadly. Mikhail’s expression shifted into something amused—like watching a lioness devour a hyena. His lips tugged into a subtle smirk, then he moved beside Donatella, slow and measured, both hands buried deep in his pockets. He stood tall
SAINT PETERSBURG, RUSSIA (THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE) The Bratva's empire was buzzing with activity as staff scurried around, preparing for Donatella's 20th birthday celebration. Amidst the chaos, the sound of heels clicking on the floor announced the arrival of Valerie and Ariana De Luca, Donatella's sis







