All Chapters of The Pakhan's Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ZARYA ROGOVThe white mansion ahead of us looked like heaven on earth with all that lightning and structure, but the truth was it carried the secrets of devils and was loyal to them.His hand on my waist was a constant reminder of my cage. A shiver ran down my spine when the cold wind caressed me. I cursed myself for not bringing anything to cover up. I was just too focused on getting on his nerves. It just backfired.He stood beside me like an iron wall, unwaveringly dangerous. As I slowly looked up at him, he was giving orders to one of his men; my eyes couldn't help but caress his features. He was handsome, but that was all because from inside he was the worst monster of all.The better the outside, the worse the inside.I immediately lowered my gaze, looking everywhere but him when he looked down at me. I felt his eyes boring holes in my skull.And then he began walking with me right beside him. The guards at the door bowed to him and opened the grand door. I almost frowned when

SERGEI MOROZOV "There is no fracture but the tissues around the ankle are damaged causing swelling. The cuts on the hand aren't deep but they would take time to heal since her overall physical and mental health seems to be disturbed." The doctor said, handing over a list of medicines.I grabbed the paper."Please, take care of her, or her condition could get worse." With that said Bogdan led the doctor away. I stared down at the list before looking towards my room's door. She was breaking and for some odd reason I didn't feel like celebrating. Stepping inside my room, I looked over at her sleeping form on my master size bed. She looked so small on that mattress. Slowly walking up to her, I stared down at her. She looked pale, and her dark circles were just emphasizing her bad condition and yet, she looked like a sleeping angel.An angel, the devil put to sleep. I sat down on my master chair in the corner and stared at her.She thought she escaped from right under my nose yesterday

ZARYA ROGOV I breathed heavily when he broke the kiss."You c-claim to hate me...this isn't an ac-action of someone who hates me." I stuttered, trying to make some logic out of his words and actions.The side of his lips curved up as he gripped my hip roughly, making me gasp."This has nothing to do with my feelings for you…No one wastes a tight, virgin pussy."My teary eyes widened at his obscene words. Soon disgust took over me as I glared at him. I was shaking, not only with fear but with anger.He was objectifying me. How dare he?"You are disgusting. Pervert!" I growled, but he gave no reaction. Just simply stared down at me with that blank look. He always looked like he was suppressing something deep.I flinched when he raised my dress, his huge hand caressing my inner thigh. "W-What are you doing?" I asked, trying to struggle out of his grip, but he crashed his mouth against mine once again. This time, the kiss was rougher, hungrier, meant to imprint this sensation in my mem

ZARYA ROGOVThere was no place to hide except under the table.It was late at night, and he had just come back. I hoped he wouldn't stay here any longer. My whole body was shaking with the fear of being caught. The door creaked open as two men stepped inside.The lights were switched on.I took a deep, shaky breath and tried to remain immobile."Any news?" Sergei's voice rang in my ears."No, boss," Bogdan said.My eyes followed Sergei's shiny black shoes, and I almost cried when he settled down in front of me on his chair. My wide eyes stared at his manspread, and I tried my best not to touch his knees."What about her?" Sergei asked, his tone laced with authority.Her?"Miss Zarya has been recovering well," Bogdan answered."Okay, you can leave."Bogdan bowed at him and quietly left his study. Oh god! What kind of situation was I stuck in? If he caught me, only god knows what he would do. Not only that, but he already didn't trust me, and this would spike his suspicion.All I could

AUTHOR POV The hall was drowned in a heavy silence. The walls were painted black, and heavy black curtains draped all over the windows. The room was soundproof. The men sitting on the round table were either sweating or avoiding eye contact with him."So he's back..." Sergei whispered under his breath, taking a puff of his cigar. The old man on his right nodded, continuously wiping his sweat with a napkin despite the chilling surroundings."Y-Yes, he's o-out of jail." The old man stammered.Sergei's eyes narrowed as he stared hard at the wall in front of him. There, a huge frame of his grandfather hung proudly.He let out the smoke and leaned against his chair, slowly tilting his head as his gaze roamed around the table. The country's best lawyers and high-grade officers sat there, shaking in their boots like they didn't have the power to make minorities cry out there."He got bailed out before he could serve his punishment of five years." One of the black haired, middle-aged men spo