บททั้งหมดของ The Pakhan's Bride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Was he that funny?" He took off his coat, throwing it on the couch so roughly that it had me flinching. I immediately stood up from the dressing chair and turned to look at him.A zap of shiver ran down my spine when I found him breathing heavily as if about to lose control. He ran a hand through his hair, messing the perfect slickness into rogue threads."Huh?" That was all I could manage to utter as I stared at him, shocked."You..." He slowly tilted his head to look at me. "You never even smile at me." His voice dangerously dropped, making me unconsciously take a step back."We were j-just talking." I tried to rationalize."Talking? Only talking? Or talking like you guys have known each other for years." He growled, striding up to me and banging the dressing table so aggressively that the thick oak tree carved furniture rattled like it was made of chipboard.I flinched, unconsciously raising my arms in front of my face. His hot, ragged breath burned me as he towered over me. Tears

ZARYA ROGOVThey were here to take me, and all I could do was present myself like a fine dish to be chosen and consumed.I wore a long black dress that clung perfectly to my figure with my long black hair left to rest until my hips. Black perfect for mourning.As I descended the stairs with my mother beside me, I could feel anxiety creeping up in my veins. I wanted them to reject me, but I knew if that happened, my father would make my life a living hell.My heels clanked against the hard marble as I walked towards the living room. My face was already heating up from all the inner turmoil I was feeling.The closer I got to the living room, the more I felt like running away, and when I reached it, I couldn't help but scan around the room. He was here with his parents. He sat in the middle of the couch, legs sprawled open like he already owned this house.Mannerless.My gray eyes clashed against his blue ones, and I could already feel mischievous intentions oozing out of him. Wow, fathe

ZARYA ROGOVI couldn't breathe.My fists continuously banged against the car's window, but all the fighting seemed like a child's tantrum that usually goes unnoticed. A similar feeling of being trapped and helplessness clawed at my chest.This was the worst of all.I tried to save myself from a bad situation, only to end up in worse.Men treated women like objects, but this man treated everyone like an object.Tears gushed down my eyes, and despite that, the fire in them didn't wither away.My bag, phone, money, everything were taken away from me.I sniffed as I slowed down with the banging. My arms got sore, my head throbbing with pain, and all the while the man beside me sat unfazed."You can't do this to me. You can't force me to marry you." I glared at him through my teary eyes. He raised his gaze from his phone and passed me a poker look."Oh yeah? Watch me..."I continued to glare at him, but the way his eyes ever so slowly caressed my features and settled down on my lips had me

ZARYA ROGOVThe Morozov mansion, aka the house of my destruction.As I stood on the mansion's smooth pavement, I stared at its great walls, which were built with immense power and were soaked in blood.His large hand on my lower back pushed me to keep walking towards the mansion. As I looked around, the unfamiliar faces and cold eyes of the guards made me uncomfortable. I was already hating it here, it was already hard to breathe. How was I supposed to go on like this?When we got closer to the mansion, a man standing near the door came into my line of sight.He was big enough to resemble a bear, and that vertical scar on his jaw made him look scarier. He bowed at Sergei before his blank gaze slowly moved on me, and he gave me a slight bow as well."Did you inform them?" Sergei asked. The authority in his voice always demanded obedience.The man nodded and opened the door for us.Sergei's hand moved from my lower back to my wrist. His calloused palm firmly wrapped around my flesh as h

ZARYA ROGOVWhen I got back to the room, I took a deep breath of relief. My body was still trembling, my heart was still thumping at an abnormal pace. I recalled his words, and they haunted me like a never-ending curse.I looked at the ring on my still slightly trembling hand. This ring was a seal of curse on me. "Tsk," I took it off and threw it away again, making it land in the corner.I turned to use the restroom, but then my eyes landed on the cellphone resting on the bedside table.A cell phone? Where did this come from?I immediately checked it. The cellphone was brand new, and the only contact in it was Sergei's. Oh, so this was given to me so he could call me whenever he wanted.I didn't recall any number except my own. Putting the phone back down, I used the restroom, since I didn't have clothes with me anymore. I simply took a shower, wore those dirty clothes again, and got into bed.I tried to sleep, but I couldn't.I wondered if Caesar would come and save me.Though I doub