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Meeting Up With A Past…

作者: MURRs.
last update 公開日: 2026-11-08 23:43:04

*THIRD PERSON POV.*

For the first time in twenty years, Ivan Petrov had missed a milestone inside his own home.

It was the third day of Tasya’s birthday celebrations. The main event had come and gone without him at the head of the long dining table. It wasn’t a choice he had made lightly.

A syndicate crisis had erupted in St. Petersburg where Marco was stationed which demanded Ivan’s physical presence immediately. A rising faction was trying to muscle their way into their northern shipping lane
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Nooooo, please don't make Ivan kill his own son......
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  • The Mute Bride For The Don   A Missed Opportunity…

    It wasn’t something a rich boy could simply buy. He had tried several times to get close to Ivan, even secretly taking up odd jobs without his mother’s knowledge, hoping they would give him an opportunity to get noticed. On three separate occasions, he had managed to get within sight of the man, but Ivan’s security was always too tight. He could barely get close enough to speak to him.This birthday celebration had seemed like his perfect opportunity. Andrei had gathered information about Ivan’s whereabouts, convinced that he would attend his daughter’s birthday party. When that plan failed, he refused to give up. He had deliberately spilled a drink on his shirt to gain access to the upper floors of the mansion, hoping to find Ivan there. Instead, he had encountered Sofia Petrova and managed to talk his way out of the situation.The warehouse had been his next attempt. He knew Ivan had business interests there and foolishly assumed that if he could get inside, he might eventually co

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   He Had Been In His Head…

    Ivan rubbed a thumb under his bottom lip once before he spoke, “So you snuck into my daughter’s party because of the whimsical fantasy you have of me in your little head?”“I didn’t care about the party.” His voice cracked with emotions when he realized how downhill this conversation with his hero was fast slipping. “I thought maybe if I could get inside your private annex, I could leave a message or prove that I was smart enough or…or get you to notice me. Get you to recruit me.”This time, Ivan took a second look at the kid. The boy had a fierce look in his eyes. It was the look of a stray dog that had spent years starving outside a fortress, willing to tear off its own legs just to crawl inside the gates.Ivan considered that reckless because unfortunately for the intruder, he didn’t believe a single word that fell out of his lips.Expelling a heavy breath, Ivan shook his head and grabbed a thick handful of the boy’s hair, violently wrenching his head backward to force his bloody f

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   His Blood, His Captor…

    One of the men stepped forward with a large metal bucket filled with water which was both half-boiled and foul smelling. Without warning, the enforcer heaved the bucket and emptied the near-scalding water directly over the boy’s head and torso.A violent hiss tore from the captive’s throat as his body jerked violently against the chains. The water washed most of the blood off his face, dripping from his long hair and blinding his eyes as he fought to lift his heavy head.Ivan crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the boy struggle to open his eyes.“Do I need to have them pour another bucket to help you straighten your neck?” His voice was a low rumble that bounced off the walls, frightening the kid. “Maybe that will help you open your eyes properly.”The boy squeezed his eyes shut after trying unsuccessfully to open them, wincing against the stinging heat.Slowly but painfully, he dragged his tongue across the inside of his bruised mouth to taste his own blood before he lifted

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   Meeting Up With A Past…

    *THIRD PERSON POV.*For the first time in twenty years, Ivan Petrov had missed a milestone inside his own home.It was the third day of Tasya’s birthday celebrations. The main event had come and gone without him at the head of the long dining table. It wasn’t a choice he had made lightly.A syndicate crisis had erupted in St. Petersburg where Marco was stationed which demanded Ivan’s physical presence immediately. A rising faction was trying to muscle their way into their northern shipping lanes.Even though Marco was perfectly capable of running the regional branch, the situation required the Don himself to cross state lines and remind the underworld who owned the map.Vanya had given him an earful before he packed his bags: How could he announce out of the blues that he was travelling and would miss his daughter’s birthday? What was he the Godfather for if he needed to do every single thing himself?But after two days of sorting out the chaos, he had handed the final mop-up operatio

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   If He Was There…

    He let out a soft, amused chortle, shaking his head. “No, ma'am. Definitely not a guard.”“Then are you a student from Tasya’s college?”“Who? The birthday girl?” He scoffed under his breath, a sarcastic grin playing at the corner of his mouth. “I wish. Do I look like I have a trust fund?”He gestured down at his attire, and that’s when Sofia looked closely at his outfit for the first time.He was wearing a formal white serving shirt and black trousers, though the shirt was marred by a large, dark crimson stain spreading across the left side of his chest and ribs.“Ah,” Sofia said, the pieces falling into place. “You’re part of the catering staff serving drinks downstairs.”“Glad you could tell,” he replied, his tone laced with a dry, playful irony that surprisingly didn't offend her.“Then why are you wandering around the private family quarters?” Sofia asked.The guy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in genuine frustration. “Some drunk college bum downstairs took offense to my ha

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   On That Very Day…

    The evening of Tasya’s twentieth birthday arrived. She had invited only the best of the best people from her college to grace what she pegged “the event of the year”.Indeed, there was an avalanche of them pouring in through the double doors, oohing and aahing as they took in the sprawling estate.Upstairs in her bedroom, Sofia sat near the edge of her bed, already a nervous wreck as she tried to place her feet flat against the plush carpet.Her father’s words from yesterday had done nothing but echo continuously through her mind:“Pain is a weak thought taking root in the mind... A Petrov does not bow to pain.”She grabbed the wooden side rail of her bed and pushed. She tried to force her body to bear weight, to stand upright on her own two legs as a gift to herself and to her father.But the agonizing, burning sensation of fire immediately shot straight up her calves into her spine.Her knees buckled instantly and she collapsed back into the soft cushions of her wheelchair with a qu

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   The Don Is A Liar…

    Vanya I had heard the stories. Ivan Petrov was a ruthless man, a monster every soul in Moscow feared. A man who walks in secret, kills without mercy, the world believes he’s crippled while he tightens his grip on Moscow’s underworld. No one dared to cross him, not even now, when he lost the ab

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   The Monster Between My Legs…

    Vanya.My body hurt all over, and my head ached from crying all night. I had no idea how much time had passed since I was dragged into this cold cell. There was no window or any reliable source of light.I collapsed on the floor as emotions rushed through me. Now that I was alone, I felt every wa

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   He Doesn’t Play Games…

    Ivan.I’d just scrubbed the stench of Katya’s blood off my body, yet it remained clear that people no longer valued their miserable lives.I had spent years building order out of chaos. Every living, breathing person in this estate operated according to my rules. Every guard knew his place. Every s

  • The Mute Bride For The Don   Breaking Point…

    Vanya. “Vanya!” The cold hit me first. A shock of freezing water slamming across my face and chest. I gasped, bolting upright on the thin mattress, my thin nightgown clinging to my skin like a second, shivering layer. “Vanya! Get up!” My stepmother’s voice sliced through the morning light l

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