The Bratva's Obsession : Contract Ends,The Marriage Begins

IRINA"I swear, they're having sex in the car! Oh my god, Brooklyn is going to go crazy over this," I whispered, making a phone call with Cessie.I couldn't believe my eyes. A passionate lovemaking scene unfolded before me. Miron Pavlov, the most dangerous businessman of the Century, was making passionate love to Daisy Carman, the rising poet of the season.Daisy's movements were so expert as she rode Pavlov; their facial expressions showed how immersed they were in the pleasure of sex. Don't they feel suffocated? Doing it in the car, and their bodies drenched in sweat. Somehow, they understand pleasure."Irina , you have no idea how big this is, they’re going to pay dearly for this scandal. Now get their video.""What?" I gasped. Cessie's orders felt a bit heavy.My current position was hidden behind a tree, obscured by the long bench in front of me. I didn't even understand why Brooklyn's city park was so deserted this afternoon. The sky bore witness to how passionately they made lo

IRINAI ran without shoes, the night mist slapping my body. Now and then, I looked back. No one was chasing me, so I stopped for a moment. Before I knew it, I was on Dumbo Street, an elite residential area in the city."Has he really let me go?" I'm out of breath. There was no sign of them chasing me.I only took my phone and backpack with me, and in my rush, I even left my shoes behind. The soles of my feet ached, and my hands were still trembling as I tried to turn on my phone.A message notification from Cassy appeared, and, more importantly, one from the hospital: "Oh my God, my grandmother!" My heart fluttered. I was lucky enough to see a taxi stop in front of me.Now and then, the taxi driver would glance at me anxiously, my appearance already a mess. My ginger hair was tangled, my lips pale without lipstick, my wrists flushed red from where I'd tied them."Are you okay, ma'am?" asked the taxi driver as soon as we stopped in front of the hospital."Yes, thanks," I replied, handi

IRINA"You should know, blood is thicker than water, even a stork knows how to repay a favor," my mother quipped.My grandmother was still crying, she was scared, and even covered her face with her palms. My grandmother should not be able to bear this kind of mental stress anymore. She is not mentally or physically stable."I need 100 million dollars," my mother said again."Wait, what? That's a lot of money. Mama, I don't have that much money.""Then how do you explain how you paid off your debt to that Russian loan shark? Did you sell yourself to some rich old man?" she asked.How could such a lowly insult come out of my mother's mouth? I always felt like I wasn't her biological child. I thought the hurt and resentment would subside after she remarried, but I remained her punching bag."Send the money to my account. You think I raised you with my bare hands? How much have I sacrificed for you?" she said again."Mama, please!" I whined."And don't ever try to show up at my house. Tha

IRINA“Do you believe in doppelgangers?” asked the woman who introduced herself as Ella, the head maid in this house.When Miron told me to change, I thought I just needed to put my clothes back on, but Ella led me into a room. I couldn’t believe my eyes.“How?” I muttered, transfixed by a large photograph hanging on the wall, right in the middle of the bed. It was a photo of a woman who looked exactly like me, so much so that I felt like I was looking in a mirror.“Doppelgangers aren’t a myth, at least that’s what I think,” Ella said again, as if emphasizing to me that my lifeline lies only within this boundary.I turned to her as she slid open the closet door, selecting clothes for me to wear. The problem was that none of them suited my taste. The room had a distinct, shady scent, reminiscent of the rainy season.“Do all these things belong to that woman?”“Ms. Serena Volkov, her name,” Ella emphasized. “You’d better choose quickly, because no woman has ever been allowed into this r

IRINAKilling the person you love most with your own hands was the worst possible scenario. I was done for. Miron didn't intentionally frame me, nor did he intend to force me, but I was the one who let him gain control of my trump card. I signed a contract with him.“You don’t get paid to daydream, Irina Miller,” my boss’s voice echoed, snapping me out of my thoughts.I returned to work after Miron put me through two rather difficult days. He said he'd be the one to decide when I'd resign from my position as personal asssiten. I'd become one of his pawns.Richard Oconel must have just wanted to pass by, but seeing me lost in thought, he stopped in front of me and reprimanded me. He didn't like this sort of thing. For Richard, it was normal to make things difficult for others, but I wasn't like that. I didn't like being a source of inconvenience to others."I'm sorry sir," I said.“Have you summarized the results of the meeting between the VIP team and the Marketing team?” he immediate