LOGIN“Never forget, baby” she hissed, lips inches from mine, “you’re mine. You belong to me and only me. And I don’t fucking share what’s mine.” --- Stanley is just a broke college nerd working two jobs to survive. She’s the Bratva Queen who flew across continents just to meet the boy she was promised—only to tell him he couldn’t have her. But the moment she saw him, everything changed. Now, she needs him. Wants him. Even if he fights. Even if she has to break him. And Stanley? He’s nothing but a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand… What can he do?
View MoreChapter One: Intertwined Fates
Charlie’s PoV
I’m one of those people who don’t get drunk so easily. I can hold my liquor well na madali kong natatalo ang kasama kong mga lasinggero sa bahay palagi kapag nag-iinuman kami. But this is one of those nights na I let myself really loose kasi sino naman hindi kapag nalaman mong nareject ka na naman ng lalakeng gusto mo?
Sinasabi sakin ni papa at nila kuya na mas lalake raw kasi ako sa kanila kaya nasasaktan ang ego nila at minsan hindi nakakatulong ‘yung mga ganun sa akin. Kasi ibig sabihin never akong magkakaboyfriend kung lahat ng gugustuhin ko na lang maiintimidate sa akin! Kahit simula pa lang nung bata ako kapag nagkakagusto ako sa lalake, kapag nilalapitan ko sila, nandidiri sila sakin kasi para raw akong lalakeng umasta kaya di nila ako magugustuhan. I would cry myself to sleep every night and my papa would always tell me na one day someone will accept me for who I am.
I am almost 30 years old, when will I meet that someone he always talks about? Nakailang ex na rin ako na hindi tumatagal kasi masyado raw akong– I don’t know, manly, to be taken seriously. I don’t exclude myself from the rest of the women because I, too, like guys, pero kapag lumaki na puro lalake ang kasama mo sa bahay, you’d surely adapt to whatever masculinity they show. Gusto mo rin na maangas ka just to fit in. Hindi ako umiiyak sa mga asar nila or whatever, pero kapag nareject ako ng crush ko, grabe ang hagulgol ko and they would always cheer me up in the best they could.
Gusto ko magka anak na hindi ganun kalaki ang agwat ng edad namin para mas mahabang panahon ko makakasama but you know what, I’m slowly giving up on my hopes and dreams of having a family of my own someday– that I could find someone who will love me unconditionally. Pwede ko naman magawa ‘yun ng walang lalake, di’ba? But I don’t want to grow old and die alone!
And now, I’m outside of a bar, drunk out of my arse. Kaya ko pa, my mind’s just a little hazy and my movements are all wobbly but I’m still conscious! They didn’t crown me beer king for nothing nung nag-party kami sa company at nagulat lahat ng kasamahan ko ‘run nung nakita nila kung nakailang shots ako and I’m still okay. Halos ako na nga nagmaneho sa mga katrabaho ko pauwi and that made me sober through enough na nakipag-inuman pa ako kayla papa nung makauwi na ako.
It’s my heart that can’t take it anymore. I’m so desperate to find someone na at kung may mag-propose man sakin within this week, I’ll even take it whoever they are! I have nothing against women, I have all the respect and love for them but I like men, too.
Siguro nga kasi mas pogi ako sa mga nagugustuhan ko kaya ganito sila sa akin. Natatapakan ko raw ego nila at ayaw nilang malalakas bunganga na babae. It’s not my fault I was raised like this! Sakin na rin, perhaps, na maling mga lalake nagugustuhan ko. Madali kasi ako ma-fall! Kaunting pakita lang ng interes sa akin ng lalake, I would have definitely fallen for that trap.
“Hey, going home?”
My inner monologue was interrupted by a few drunk men who were surrounding themselves around me. Paninigurado siguro nila na wala akong matatakasan. Amoy na amoy sa kanila yung baho ng alak.
I would have rejoiced about this kasi binibigyan ako ng ganitong ka attractive na mga lalake ng atensyon but not in this way. Alam ko yung tingin nila; alam ko yung binabalak nila. It’s not good and that’s what’s pissing me off right now. They don’t have clean intentions.
“Pre, sure kang babae ‘yan?” tanong pa ng isa na tinitingnan ako mula ulo hanggang paa. “Are we getting trapped here?”
Alam kong I don’t have the usual appearance of a woman– feminine, whatever you think to describe what a woman looks like. I’m taller than most women, bulkier, have a deeper voice and whatever. Pero tulad nga ng sinabi ko, I have adapted my family’s masculinity. Kung tutuusin nga talaga, mas gwapo pa ako sa kanila.
“Yes, I’m a woman.” sagot ko na rin na nagcross-arms pa bago sila panliitan ng mata.
“Biologically?” nagtawanan sila sa tanong pa ng isa na nakikitawa na rin ako kasi akala talaga nila nakakatawa. “Wala ka ring lumalawit? Or did you have it before? Surgically removed?”
Kadiri. Minsan talaga napapaisip ako kung ano ba gusto ko sa mga lalake. “Ha, that’s so funny. You think you’re so funny and witty.” tawa ako nang tawa nun na napatahimik na rin silang lahat kahit nakangiti pa rin ako sa kanila. “What, why did we stop laughing?”
They looked at me as if I was the one who was losing their shit.
“Oi! What are you trying to do to her!?”
Out of nowhere, there was someone else trying to interfere. Humarap ang mga lalake kung saan nanggaling ang boses, kaya napatingin na rin ako na nagtaka kung bakit may hawak-hawak pa ang iniinom na beer sa kamay na halatang hindi nga kaya dalhin ang sarili. She was hiccuping.
Nagkatinginan ang mga lalake and from there I knew what they were thinking. Kaya madali akong pumagitan sa kanila at pumwesto sa harap ng babae. Even though she was a lot taller than I was, I knew I was more capable of fighting seeing her situation.
“Sabi na nga lalake, pre. Buti na lang hindi pa natin pinapatulan.”
“What? Hindi ka pa ba nakakakita ng babae na pinoprotektahan kapwa babae niya?” tanong ko pa na mas naiinis na lang din na nakalimutan ko na nga na lasing pa ako in the first place.
“What are you doing harassing a woman, ha?” tanong pa ng babae sa likod na sinusubukan pang mas i-provoke yung mga lalake na mukhang balewala lang din sa kanila ang nangyayari. “Let me give them a piece of my mind! Let’s face this man-to-man!”
They’re douchebags.
Wait- what did she say? Man-to-man?
Hindi lang ‘yung mga lalake tumingin sa babae sa likod ko, pati ako na kasi I swear she’s a woman. She’s too pretty to be a man but if she is– then I must have drank a lot to come to this point.
“Man-to-man? Nakarami ka na ata ng nainom, sweetheart.” napangiti pa ang isang lalake sa kanya though in a mocking tone. “Lalake ka ba o nababaliw ka lang?”
“Are you underestimating me?” tanong pa ng babae na inalis na ako sa harap at pagaywang-gaywang na nilapitan ang mga kausap. “I may not look like a man but I can beat you up like one!”
I worry for her. It’s obvious she’s not in the current state of mind at kung pumatol nga ‘tong mga lalake sa kanya, her pretty face will get busted up and I can’t have that happening. Not when I’m around.
Hindi ko na napigilan si Miss Girl at nauna na siyang sumuntok sa lalakeng malapit sa kanya. Madali ko rin siyang nahawakan sa baywang para pigilan siya pero ako ‘yung nagulat nung may lakas siyang hindi ko inakala. She was right, I shouldn’t underestimate her but she wasn’t winning this fight at all. Nung nabitawan ko siya na hindi ko naman sinasadya, nauna ang mukha niya sa semento at sinubukan ko siyang patayuin kaagad but I was pushed aside and the impact left me on the pavement. It did strain my ankle for the time being.
My knight and shining armour was on the streetside, getting beaten up by a bunch of drunk men. Wala akong sinasabing mahina mga babae but at this rate, she’s going to die. Tumayo na rin ako nun na inayos pa ang sarili, shaking off the dust on my shoulder bago ko hilahin ang isa na sinuntok ko kaagad sa mukha nito with all the strength I had left.
“Mga gago ba kayo!?” tanong ko pa nung maihagis ko na ang isang lalake sa gilid. “Mananakit kayo ng babae? Lalake ba talaga kayo? May mga bayag ba kayo?”
“Masyado kasi pakialamera! Ikaw din gusto mong matulad dito?”
“Babae ‘yan, mga ‘tol. Mag-isip nga kayo. O yung utak niyo nandiyan sa mga libido niyo?” inis ko pang tanong as I glanced over to the guy I handled na patayo na ulit.
Tiningnan ko ang babae na umuungol na sa sakit na nararamdaman. I felt so bad for her but there was something on the ground, kaya dali ko rin itong kinuha na nakita na wallet pa. Baka wallet nung isa sa mga lalake pero nung binuka ko at kinuha ang ID, ni wala sa kanila yung lalakeng nasa picture. And that led me to believe that the woman… who was almost unconscious…
Is a guy.
(Stanley POV)“THE WHAT?!”My voice was so loud, it bounced against the cabin walls. A few of the suited men even glanced our way, though their expressions didn’t flicker.Lissa just sat there, lounging like this was the funniest thing in the world. Her lips curled up, her gaze traveling over me like I was already hers.“The marriage,” she said, like it was the most normal word in existence, which it was but not at this moment. “Our. Marriage. Didn't you somehow already know about this. So why the shock?"My chest squeezed. Yes I knew but I still hadn't come to accept the fact. Plus it didn't have to be so soon, did it? I'm just twenty two. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No, no, no. That’s insane. That’s old shit. That’s history. People don’t...nobody does that anymore.”Her smirk widened. “We do.”I gripped the armrest like it could anchor me. “Betrothal? Marriage? I’m a fucking college student, not your...”“Not my what?” she cut in, that stupid smirk never leaving her
StanleyMy throat felt dry and my head pounded. The first thing I noticed was the cold strap across my chest.Seatbelt?I blinked, trying to adjust to the low hum vibrating through the floor. My eyes landed on the plush leather seat beneath me, the scent of polish and expensive cologne thick in the air.“What the hell?” I croaked, pulling against the belt. “Where am I?”“My jet,” a voice replied smoothly.I turned my head.Lissa was sitting right next to me, elbow propped on the armrest, chin resting lazily in her palm, like she's been waiting forever for me to wake up. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, eyes glowing with amusement like a cat that'd finally cornered its favorite mouse.“Your what?”She tilted her head, lips quirking up. “My jet. You know, a plane, with wings, engines, flies in the sky? Don’t tell me you’re too much of a nerd to know what a jet is. I thought you guys were supposed to be the smart ones."“What...what are you talking about? Of course I know what a
Stanley I didn’t go to class the next morning. I couldn’t.The diary still sat heavy on my desk like it was waiting to choke me the second I touched it again.My family died because of these. My parents. And if any of grandpa's last rambling were true, it was the same for him.And they wanted me to join the same life? I'll probably be dead before I even understood it. I tried to shut the thoughts out, think of something else, but every word still echoed.You will hate me when you learn the truth.He was right.I did hate him. How could he just decide my life without my permission?How could he tie me to his world...and her?Lissa Everything just led back to her. My family’s deaths, this betrothal, even my so-called future. Tied up to a girl I didn’t even know two weeks ago.I rubbed my face hard, thinking about going to see Chloe. She had known my grandfather somehow and had given me the diary. She had also looked at me like she actually cared, so maybe she could help me. Help me
Stanley I sat on the bed, the old leather diary heavy in my hands. Opening it, I was met with faded ink, dried and old, but still readable.On the inside cover, scrawled in a handwriting I recognized all too well: PROPERTY OF SERGEI MOREAU.My grandfather...Diary of Sergei MoreauMarch 5, 1993First entry. Viktor said writing keeps the mind sharp, so here I am, scratching my thoughts into this book. I don’t know who will ever read this. Maybe no one. Maybe myself when I’m old.Anyway, I'm Sergei Moreau. A former Boyevik (enforcer) for the Orlovs, now a personal guard to the Pakhan's daughter. Alongside me is Viktor Ivanov — my brother in everything but blood. We stand outside her doors, follow her in the shadows, eat at her table when permitted, and sleep in shifts. This is the life of a guard.She is seventeen now. Getting wild, spoiled, untouchable. Beautiful too, though I dare not say it aloud. She is the Pakhan's jewel, daughter of Zhena Pakhana (the “first wife,") herself.
StanleyIt had been nearly a week since I’d…Yeah. Since that day in the bathroom when I’d jacked off to a picture of my stalker.My stalker, who I now knew was named Lissa. Mostly because instead of disappearing like any normal person would after being told to, she’d… moved in. Not officially, but
Stanley.The classroom was dead quiet except for the professor’s voice, droning on as he scribbled across the board.This was one of my strictest classes. The kind where if you so much as coughed too loud, the professor would glare at you until you shrank into your seat.Julian was sitting next to
Stanley “What happened to me?” I asked, rubbing my eyes groggily.“Morning, baby boy,” I heard a voice greet and my head snapped to the door. The girl from last night, my stalker I'd presumed was standing at the door, dressed in one of my shirts and leaning casually against the frame. Seeing her
StanleyI ignored the question, trying to focus my gaze on her instead.“This isn’t right…” My voice was barely a whisper, shaky and breathy. "I don't even know you."She didn’t care though.Her hands still smeared with Kara's blood, rested flat against my chest. Nails scraped lightly through the c
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