Lahat ng Kabanata ng Don Maxim's Plaything: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Maxim never came home the day he told me he would. I didn’t understand why he lied to me. He shouldn’t have told me to wait for him to come because I did. I was angry at him and I didn’t understand why. He kidnapped me and kept me in his house against my will. The only thing I should have felt for him was hate. However, it was the contrary. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I thought about his eyes, mysterious persona, and intense gaze. I felt things for him I wish I never felt. Whatever happened, I knew it would end badly. I was the daughter of his enemy and one of the reasons his sister was dead. He would kill me sooner than later. What I needed to do was stay away from him and hatch a plan to get away from him as soon as possible. The Bratva was no place for a former Italian mafia princess who was masquerading as an American. I couldn’t help that my anger increased every single day that Maxim didn’t come back. It had been a week. That week was very miserable. What was worse

I hated Vadim with everything I had. If it wasn’t for what he had over Nikita, he would have been dead. He was the kind of a man to stab you in the back and then wonder why you retaliated.When Nikita was a rookie assassin, he accidentally killed the wife of a Columbian Don. She was caught in the crossfire of a shoot out and it just so happened to be a bullet from Nikita’s gun that ended her life. Considering we have been getting product from them for years, we naturally hid the culprit and blamed it on someone else.The bad news was that Vadim got ahold of the tape and held it over our head. None of us knew how he got this tape, how he knew Nikita killed the Columbian queen or who he had shown the video to. He said that as long as he got a high-ranking position in the Bratva, everything would be kept secret.For three years, he kept his word. I didn’t trust him, though. I monitored everything he did. His mistake was thinking he was invincible. If he knew the information I had colle

I pretended it didn’t bother me that Livia said she hated me. Her words played over and over again in my brain. The way she had me wrapped around her little finger was something very shocking.I didn’t understand why I had such strong feelings for her when I had just met her. I used to think that feelings were overrated but I was starting to understand why people died for love.She must have done something to me to make me this obsessed. I especially hated that she told me to let her go. Did she not feel the connection she and I had? How could I let her go after that?That was damn near impossible. I knew I couldn’t live without her. Even before getting to know her, I knew I would love everything about her. No one could tell me otherwise. The next morning, she avoided me like the plague. She barely looked at me or acknowledged my presence. She acted indifferent and it killed. The worst part was that I had all that power and yet, I couldn’t make her like me.I wanted to force her to t

I may have promised myself that I wouldn’t break but I was slowly unraveling. I hated to admit that Veronika was slowly winning the one-sided war she had unleashed on me. Every day in Maxim’s house and in a foreign country and continent chipped away at me, breaking me down piece by piece.I barely slept. My body ached from exhaustion, and the bruises decorating my skin were fresh reminders that I was at the mercy of monsters. Polina and Veronika were the devil’s incarnate. They hurt me as a source of entertainment. And everyday, they grew old with the new tricks and came up with new ones. They got more cruel and creative with their means. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. I needed to get out of there. I didn’t know when Maxim would come back and even if he did, I wasn’t sure he would defend me. I couldn’t wait for some knight in shining armor to come and save me. I already knew that he wouldn’t. But I knew one thing—I had to get my hands on a phone.I didn’t know how

The moment my phone buzzed in my pocket, I almost ignored it. Business in Europe was taking longer than expected, and I was in no mood for another disruption. All I wanted to do was hurry up and go back home so I could see Livia. And to do that, I required no disruption. But when I saw Mikhail’s name flashing on the screen, a gut instinct told me to answer. He never called unless it was an emergency. He was just as capable of handling things at home as I was. I pressed the phone to my ear. “Mikhail?” “You should’ve never let Veronika near Livia,” he said, sounding breathless. His voice was tight, edged with something I rarely heard from him—anger. He was always the happy one between the three of us–me, Nikita, Mikhail. Very few things fazed a man as composed as Mikhail. My grip on the phone tightened. “What the hell happened?” “I think Veronika has been physically abusing Livia ever since you left. Things aren’t how you left them, Maxim. That woman—she’s destroying your lit