Bound To The Medvedi 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

LeniPapa’s eyes flared with fury, a silent anger brewing beneath his stoic exterior. Without a word, he gestured sharply toward the illusion passage, and I obeyed, the weight of his anger made my legs heavy. The walk back was suffocating, every step dragging through the tense silence.Back in the living room of our private home, the silence was deafening. Neither of us spoke. My mind swirled, torn between talking about Elise’s birthday wish and what he many by getting married to Dusan.The sharp clap of footsteps shattered the silence. “Papa!” Elise’s voice rang out as she ran into the room, her excitement cut through the tension.She stopped beside Papa, her gaze flickered to me before lighting up. “You told him!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands like a child.“I haven’t,” I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the situation.Papa’s cold gaze shifted between us, his tone unreadable. “Tell me what?”I hesitated but forced the words out. “Elise wants to work with you—in

LeniI stared at my phone, dreading the call. Papa’s reaction was exactly what I expected: furious, then confused. He had no idea how they’d gotten to me, which was less than reassuring.Hanging up, I felt a wave of disorientation. My life had turned upside down in a matter of hours. Trading office boredom for this chaos was… not an upgrade.It was insane how much my life had changed in less than twenty-four hours. Last week, my biggest worry was getting along with my coworkers at work.“What are you thinking about, zheltofiol?” Dusan’s voice broke through my thoughts as he placed a bowl of soup in front of me. His eyes searched mine, amd I could see a bit of worry in it.“What happened to the men who tried to attack me?” I asked, avoiding his gaze as I took a cautious sip of the soup.“Are you sure you want to know, zheltofiol?” His voice was low, almost teasing. “I wouldn’t want you to lose your appetite.”“Why do you care so much? Why do you keep trying to get involved with me?”Hi

LeniThe morning light, sharp and insistent, pierced the thin blinds, a rude awakening. I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow, but the persistent rumbling in my stomach wouldn't be ignored.Damn it.I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, to avoid facing Dusan, especially after the unsettling events of the previous night. My face flushed at the memory of his words, his request for patience, and the inexplicable desire he ignited within me.Remember, Leni, I reminded myself, this marriage is fake. Can I even call it that? Dusan Nikolic is a dangerous man, and you shouldn't be feeling this way. Yet, there was an incredible pull in the danger surrounding him, an emotion that fueled my decision to pursue law as my profession.My stomach growled again, an annoying memo of how hungry I was, and I reluctantly left my bed. The house in St. Petersburg was immense, outdoing my parents' home in Florence. I wandered through a several passges, searching for the kitchen as my stomach cont

LeniI hate Dusan.I watched him, his smile had a mask of easy charm as he mingled with the other men in the room, their laughter a sharp contrast to the coldness that had settled in my heart. I was trapped in the mindset of a group of vile women, they all gave me snarky looks, they pointed at me too while laughing. I tried to mingle with the few women who didn't say anything or even notice me.“Hi, I am Leni.” I introduced myself as sweetly as I could."Who are you?" a lady asked, her voice laced with a condescending sweetness. Her eyes, narrowed and held a gleam of nasty amusement."Oh, I'm with Dusan Nikolac." My voice was steady, but inside, the anger in I was brewing.What was it with these people? They saw us walk in together, I wasn't the only woman here so why was I the center of attraction?"That wasn't my question, who are you to him?" The emphasis on "to" was a deliberate scorn, a challenge to my place in Dusan's life.I met her gaze, her smile was a fake mockery of warmth.

LeniIt had been a week since the party—a week since I last spoke to Dusan, and in that time, he had done everything short of begging for my forgiveness. Flowers, meals, books, even a library. He even adopted a kitten for me and from what I've heard, Dusan hates cats.But it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want gifts. I didn’t want pretty words or apologies wrapped in expensive gestures. I wanted the right actions. This was how my father had started with my mother. One mistake, one apology. Then another, and another, until she had nothing left of herself, just a body left for pleasure.I wouldn’t let that be me. I might have been forced into this life but I won't let this life take over my being.Milo stretched in my lap, letting out a tiny yawn as I scratched his belly. He had been the only real distraction from the storm inside my head and maybe the only gift I really loved.“Mrs. Leni, breakfast is ready,” Viktor’s voice rang through the door. That was odd, Rafaela usually calls me for