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
“Oh my God, you have a gun!” Sandra gasped as Donatella reached into the glove compartment. “Bend your head!” Donatella barked, pulling out her handgun. Sandra obeyed instantly, ducking low. Bullets ripped through the car — the windshield shattered, the side mirror flew off, metal fragments scatte
Her chest tightened. If Sandra ever found out… or worse, if Mikhail did… Sandra’s trembling voice broke through her thoughts. “I trust Mikhail,” she said quietly. “Is everything okay?” Donatella blinked, startled by the question. “I should be the one asking you that,” she said, forcing a small smi
MOSCOW, RUSSIA (MIKHAIL'S PENTHOUSE) Mikhail and Donatella were wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in the quiet calm of early morning. The soft hum of the city barely reached their bedroom. Everything was still — until the sudden ringing of a phone shattered the silence. Mikhail stirred, his hand
The man dropped his gaze, saying nothing. Mikhail’s voice rose, firm and commanding. “I want this case investigated immediately. I don’t trust this. What if someone killed him?” Another man spoke up. “That’s impossible. The Pakhan’s ward has twenty-four-hour guards.” Mikhail gave a bitter laugh.







