All Chapters of Vladimir- Flame of Sin : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The moment they sat in the car, Vladimir closed the privacy window between them and the driver. Rose' breathing turned erratic at his action. The atmosphere of the car turned warm and fluttery. Her belly was full of butterflies right now. She didn't know why she was happy but she was. And the moment Vladimir held her arm and pulled her into his chest for a side hug. She melted like a brick of butter on the fire. Vladimir felt whole again. He felt alive again. He missed her presence, He missed her warmth. None of them was speaking but their heart beats together. Even their chests were rising and falling together. When Vladimir's hand started caressing her hair, she felt thousands of butterflies dancing inside her body. Although no words were shared between them till now, the silent conversation they were holding with their bodies joined together in an unspoken comfort. It was way beyond any verbal communication. The car felt like a warm cocoon to Rose. She felt safe and h

“I don't understand, you said we were married. I feel comfortable in your home. Comfortable and familiar both. I can feel our connection then why did my mother stop me from meeting you. Why did she always ask me to create a distance from you?” Rose asked when they entered the living room of his mansion and they sat there enjoying the warm environment of the place. The night outside was cold and still, the kind that feels like the world was holding its breath.Rose sat beside her husband on the soft velvety sofa, enjoying the warmth of his masculine body along with the blanket draped around her shoulders. Vladimir's hand, holding the glass of whisky, ceased an inch away from his lips hearing her question. His eyes darkened recalling the cheap trick Stephanie played on him and kept him away from Rose. His body went tight with tension. Rose looked at him as she suddenly felt the shift in his composure. “Vladimir…” Vladimir rested the glass on the table in front of him, got to his fee

“Oh dear God. Where are you both?” Stephanie muttered under her breath anxiously as both her daughters refused to accept her phone call. She was getting triggers of the past. What if something like that happened again. What if her daughter's life was once again in danger. For god sake, who would save Rose and Mia if something happened to them. She turned around when she heard the sound of footsteps from behind. “Oh Nico,” she ran towards her husband with hope in her eyes. “Please do something. Rose and Mia both are not picking my calls. Mia went to meet Isaac and he sent back her guard. I tried calling both of them but their phones are turned off.” She cried out, holding onto his arm. “And Rose, I am most worried about her. She went to the Irishhead. I don't care whether Vladimir is with her or not. My daughter's life and safety is at risk, Nico!”Nico fumed at her dramatic words. He grabbed her hands and pushed her away from himself. “Leave me!” He sneered. “My mind is already bur

The phone rang as the sun was beginning to rise behind the glass towers of the Sokolov mansion. Rose woke up early in the morning with a peaceful mind and a lazy smile plastered over her face. And that smile widened further when her gaze landed on the man sleeping beside her without a shirt. His masculine back, his body cut. Everything about him was just magnificent, over the top. He was too much for her yet He was everything. Just as she was about to get out of the bed Vladimir grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. Rose gasped. “You are awake?” She asked and He laughed at the amazement on her face. “Do you think I would miss the first morning of us together?” He asked, pushing her brown strand behind her ear and gave her a teasing but content look. “I love you, Babochka. And now I do not wish to miss a single second of us together.”Blood filled her cheeks as Rose smiled shyly. She looked down. Her breathing turned heavy with need as suddenly a pulse between her legs started to b

Klaus stared at himself in the mirror. Klaus Berbieri. The man who, in a few minutes, was going to be the new Don of the Italian Mafia. Upon inspecting deep into his soul, he found himself, alone and sad. The girl who filled his life with love was no longer with him. However, her shadow was lurking closer to him. He thought he would never see her again but she was there. “Capo. She will come.” John informed him. Klaus sighed and nodded. “She has to. Afterall, I cannot take my oath without my wife standing beside me.” John swallowed the tight lump in his throat. He was Klaus' right hand man. He knew what was running in his mind. He wanted to say that what he was planning was not right. It could lead into a bloody war. But Capo's eyes were telling him that it was of no use. “And the Russians?” Klaus demanded fixing John with a tight gaze. John nodded in answer. “Yes. The Pakhan is coming along with his family.” Klaus' eyes flashed at that. For a whole year he listened