All Chapters of The Pakhan's Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ZARYA ROGOV "Sergei's precious little wife."Shit, here goes nothing. All four guns were pointed at me. One wrong move, and they looked ready to fit some bullets in my body. Sweat broke down on my forehead."L-Let her go." Despite the waver in my voice, I stood firmly, my hands clenched at my sides, and my glare was now solely fixated on the man holding onto Nadia.He chuckled and slowly tilted his head. "What...if...I... don't?" He asked ever so slowly. It was clear, he didn't know about Sergei's wrath."The Pakhan would kill you," I warned him, but all he did was let out a throaty chuckle before pointing at his scar. "It's his gift." Oh, so the scar was given to him by Sergei. It means he knew exactly what Sergei was capable of, yet he had the audacity to be standing here and threatening his sister."We don't have much time," One of the men who was pointing the gun at me yelled at him. Suddenly, his eyes that were filled with sadistic fascination took on a deadly stare as he looked

ZARYA ROGOV "Start speaking." He commanded, rolling his sleeves up. I massaged my throat, warm tears pricking my eyes as I hesitantly looked up at him."I have n-no connection with my brother. If I were involved with him, I wouldn't have gone up there to save her." I explained myself. The best I could do, but I knew he would only believe what he wanted to."Or maybe you changed your mind in the end?" He asked, tilting his head as he grabbed the side railing attached to the hospital bed.See, he would believe whatever he wanted to."I already explained myself. I had no idea of my brother's plan. Your number is the only number saved in my phone. How else can I contact my family?" I asked, trying to bring logical reasoning up. My voice cracked, my eyes burned, but I tried to keep myself steady. I didn't want to look even more pathetic than I already was.He stormed inside the room in fury.He was a very logical man himself, but when it came to Rogov's, he was pretty much illogical.He

SERGEI MOROZOV I'm used to it.The chaos around me.The betrayal.The hatred.I live on it, thrive on it.Peace felt too foreign, too unrealistic.I exhaled the smoke, my eyes fixated on the sketches before me. Yesterday, my men set the Rogov's mansion on fire with Michael’s help, and they found these sketches from her room. I ordered them to grab anything useful they noticed in her room, and according to them, these sketches were the only useful thing in there.I took a puff of my cigar and walked up to one of the sketches. It was a building sketch with details written in the corner. "Architect." It came out on its own. This was new. I never knew she was into it.I thought I knew almost everything about her, but turns out I was wrong. Wrong? I don't like that word. I need to know everything about her. Every little thing. From her shoe size to the mere thoughts that run in her mind all the time. I wanna know what she likes and dislikes to the point I become her mirror.This wa

ZARYA ROGOV I found myself moaning and writhing under the experience of his skillful fingers that worked on me like an artist works on his art. His thick and long fingers caressed my most intimate parts. The places even I never touched that way.He touched me as if staking his claim.He touched me like I was his favorite addiction.His one and only obsession.His rightful possession.I couldn't control the sounds that escaped my lips. I was no longer in my senses, my mind was in a haze, and the only thing I could focus on was him.I lay completely bare under him. Not a single piece of cloth hid me from him. Not a single gap between our bodies. His warmth mingled with mine.His fingers buried deep in me, caressing the barrier he was preparing for himself to break through until nothing was stopping him from completely claiming me. My hands that were no longer captured were desperately holding onto the sheets. My eyes welled up with tears, perhaps because this was too overwhelming an

ZARYA ROGOV I tossed and turned on the bed. Sleep was far away, and my thoughts, well, they were scattered everywhere.I didn't see him the whole day.He had been extremely busy ever since the last fire incident.I stared up at the ceiling. I needed to get a week off for Natasha, and for that I had to get his permission.What would I say to him?A knock at my door had my eyes snapping towards it. I looked at the clock. It was 2 in the morning. Who could be here this late? Could it be him? My heart beat suddenly fastened as I slowly removed the blanket and stood up.Another knock resonated in the calm silence, almost making me flinch."Who?" I asked as I grabbed the knob."It's me, Bogdan."Bogdan? I frowned. What was he doing here at this time? I unlocked the door and opened it, only to be greeted by his huge frame looming near my door with a bag in his hand and a stand stuck between his arms."The supplies you asked for." He said, and I gave him a nod before stepping aside so he co