All Chapters of Dangerous Obsessions: She’s mine to claim!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Milana I make sure to wake up early the next morning as I don't want to mess things up. I will have to do my best, but each time I think of doing my best, I get a sickening feeling at the thought of what Maksim wants me to do. I don't and can't spy on anyone. I feel so bad. Viktor might be an ass, but he literally agreed to give me an advance payment. My former boss would never do this. Once he pays me, I will send some money to Mom and save up the rest. It's best I work and save up the money to give to Maksim and get a divorce afterwards without giving him any information about Viktor and that's if he doesn't kill me before them. I freshen up quickly and go to the kitchen to cook. When I've almost gotten to the kitchen, I'm net with the aroma of food and I frown. I thought that Viktor had no workers here, so who's cooking? I decide to check it out, stepping into the kitchen. To my dismay, I meet Viktor there, with an apron tied around his neck and his cooking. I freeze, blinking

Milana I smile the moment I approach Annika’s room, carrying a glass of milk. I stand by the door, secretly watching as she dances to the music, her little feet moving in perfect rhythm. She twirls, her eyes shining with joy, lost in the magic of ballet. A sweet smile spreads across her face as she dances, unaware of my admiring gaze.“You’re good.” I can't help but say and Annika jolts, as her eyes widen. She quickly runs to turn off the music on her phone. I go into the room, gently closing the door behind me. “Do you take ballet classes?” I can't help but ask, settling down her glass of milk. She’s lacking in a few areas, but with the perfect guidance, Annika is going to be a pro at dancing ballet. “Sadly, no.” A solemn look appears on her face. I watch as she sits at the edge of the bed, picking up her glass of milk which she takes a sip from.“Why?” I ask softly. “Papa does not approve of it.” “Oh.” I mouth. That explains everything. She was not dancing with the ballet shoes

Viktor “Ahh!!!!” Milana screams yet again and I just stare at her blankly. She suddenly becomes tense as she wraps her hand around her chest. I squint my eyes at her, is she being serious now? She screams again and this time, she removes her hands from her breast and uses them to cover her pussy. “Just get a fucking towel!” I bite out in anger and her eyes widen in realization. She quickly reaches out for her towel which she wraps around her body. “What are you doing here??” She yells and I glare hard at her. This is my room. I should be the one asking her that. “What are you doing here, Milana?” I ask her, anger evident in my voice. She seems to get angry at me as well and she snaps hard at me. “I was showering. I was having my bath but you came in here like a freak, watching me!!” She mutters and my brows crease. Like a freak? Is that what I am now? A freak? Does she not know whose bathroom she is in?? “Every room here has its own bathroom. Milana. What happened to yours? What

Milana For the past three days now, I've been going back and forth, trying my utmost best to avoid Viktor and forget that whatever happened in the bathroom even happened. I've been doing so well as Viktor has been doing the same. He doesn't even reply to my greetings, but I never stop greeting him. He is still my boss. “Come on, Annika. Let's go.” I wrap my hands around Annika’s wrists and we both march out of the sitting room. She just finished having breakfast, and her father is still seated in the dining room. He feeds her basically every morning when he's home. “Are you sure that you had all your books packed and homework done? If not, we can quickly go through them in the car.” I tell her but Annika shakes her head. “I packed everything Milana. And all my homework is done. Papa helped me in doing them.” I smile at Annika and after making sure that the two pigtails I packed up for her are intact, I open the back seat for her to go in. “Good morning, Boris.” We both greet in u

Milana Throughout the ride, I am nervously picking on my fingers and Viktor never looks at me, not even once as he keeps his eyes focused on the road. He’s not driving home. I already know that due to the route that he is taking and I will not even dare to ask where he is going. So I just sit quietly in the car, glancing out the windows from time to time as I watch the busy street. He finally comes to stop in front of a huge building that looks like a warehouse and there’s a curious look on my face as I stare at the series of cars parked at the front. Expensive cars and I know that whoever might be driving them are fucking rich. I also see tons of men dressed in black, some of them holding guns. I don’t know what this place is, but it’s heavily guarded and there was a huge iron gate that we had to pass through. “Remain here. I will be back.” That’s all Viktor says and he steps down from the car, closing the door with a soft bang. I let out a deep breath the moment he leaves. His p