“Boris. I was not expecting you here today,” Stephanie Barbieri said with a forced smile to her face. She really meant what she said. After what happened a year ago, after losing her daughter in that horrible kidnapping, death of their loved ones and all, both families broke almost all ties with each other silently. She blinked seeing the cold look in Boris’s eyes. He was not the same like before he used to be. A year has passed and a lot of things have happened between them. A lot of things which shouldn't have been happening!Stephanie let out a heavy sigh as her mind stressed over the past year. Only a mother could feel the pain of her daughter's lost life. Boris shrugged. “I didn't want to come but I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to see how easily you Italians forgot my daughter.”Stephanie anxiously rubbed her thumb over her other hand as her lips set in a flat line. The accusation in his tone was clearly shown in his words and gaze. “There are things we couldn't change. You a
Lauren walked gracefully holding her father’s hand towards the man of her dreams. It was the most special day of her life and she planned it accordingly. The aisle was decorated with Scarlett blood red roses on the pristine white marble befitting the bride as the theme showcased what she did to get the man of her dreams. She spilled blood! She took the lives of people!The smile on her face as she eyed Klaus standing at the end of the aisle broadened. However, the smile held no innocence but a sense of triumph. Today, she was marrying Klaus Barbieri. The man she desired and the crown she always dreamt of wearing. Klaus stood at the altar. There was no happiness or warmth in his eyes. They were cold and calculated. He was not marrying out of emotions but it was a necessity. A necessity he couldn't ignore. He was burdened under the weight of guilt and need of the moment. It was now his responsibility to give her the protection of his name. His eyes for a moment went to her and seei
Klaus Barbieri stared at himself in the mirror. He wore tuxedos multiple times but the one he donned on his wedding day with his unwanted Russian bride, nothing can change his emotions he had on that day. His throat tightened as his mind reflected on the memories he spent with Sila. His deceased wife! Their initial days were ugly but later on when they had feelings for each other, their marriage was blissful. But the way she died…Klaus pinched his eyes, swatting away that memory and stoning his heart once again. Even though his heart tightened in his chest in hurt and regret but he wore that emotionless look on his face. It was not the time to feel that horrible feeling. No, it was the big time of his life. Regret wouldn't resolve anything. Klaus failed to save his wife. That’s the fact he couldn’t change. However there was another fact; he was the prince of the Italian mafia and it was time he became the king of it. But for that he had to fulfil that one condition of being a marri
One year later: “You look beautiful, Lauren. Truly Magnificent,” Johnathan Stone’s eyes welled with tears when he saw his daughter in the wedding dress. She was a beautiful girl, he knew that but today she looked like an angel who descended the earth. Lauren's eyes glinted in happiness. The words sounded magical to her. Her lips stretched into a huge happy smile. “Thank you, Dad. I can't tell you how happy I am today.” Johnathan's for a moment turned silent. He knew it was the happiest day for his daughter's life but the fact that her happiness was standing on the burial of someone’s grave. It pinched Johnathan wrong. Only he knew what price he paid for Lauren's happiness. “You must have been very angry with me, were you not?” He couldn't help but question his daughter. Lauren's eyebrows curled together in a soft frown. “About what, Dad?” “About Sila and Klaus' wedding arrangement?” He said and the smile on her face died. Her body tightened in anger and vision flooded with t
“NOOO!” Vladimir screamed like a wounded lion. Horrified at what He just witnessed. His wife. The woman VLADIMIR SOKOLOV came to save was now lying lifelessly infront of him. No. She can’t die! She just can’t leave him. Never! He felt like someone cut ripped his heart put of his chest. His world stopped. His Soul froze. Everything inside VLADIMIR was shattered seeing the most important woman of his life lying in the pool of her own blood. The bullets kept showering around him. The screaming, the chaos, the deaths and blood there. Everything seemed useless to him. Nothing mattered to him than the life of his wife but He couldn't save her. Her lifeless wife eyes were piercing through his soul. Vladimir couldn’t think anything except that He needed to take his wife to the hospital. “I won't let anything happen to you, Rose. I won't!” He muttered under his breath while his trembling hands touched her face. He pulled his wife’s lifeless body closer to pick her up. Just then a bullet
Vladimir entered the place like a king while his Vors shedding the blood of his enemies around him. But as soon as his eyes fell on his wife, He froze. Rose was almost naked, laying on the ground like a dead body but eyes opened with no wish to move at all or save her dignity. He felt like someone cut his heart into two when He examined her condition. The urge to shoot the bastard was very intense. Two seconds! Just two seconds would take to pierce Diego’s body with the bullets but no. Not now! It can wait. Right now his priority was to get his wife out of there safely. In an urgency to be with her, He ran towards her not caring about the showering bullets.Why was she not moving at all? His heart was in raw panic. His mind froze in fear. He was devastated at his wife's condition. Her clothes were torn. She was only in her undergarments which couldn’t hide her modesty well. Vladimir ripped off his coat and immediately covered his wife wi