All Chapters of The Pakhan's Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ZARYA ROGOV "Kiss me...like a good, obedient, and loving wife should."I stared at him in shock. It didn't take me long to realize what I had gotten myself into. Maybe it would have been better if I had just replaced Natasha with myself for a week instead of asking him. Now I feel trapped.How do I kiss him? Like a loving, obedient, and good wife? How does that kind of wife kiss?"Uh..." I lowered my gaze, not knowing what to do."You're lacking already." His grip tightened on my waist. "The more you delay, the further the opportunity gets." He whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. I swallowed and hesitantly raised my trembling hands. A shiver ran down my spine when my fingers caressed his light stubble.If our relationship wasn't so fucked up, if he wasn't out for revenge, if he were a loving and caring husband, I would have definitely touched him like this. Treated him like he wasn't a Pakhan who had blood on his hands, I would have treated him like he was mine. L

ZARYA ROGOV After having burnt toast for breakfast, the day couldn't get any better.His glory decided to work from home just so he could stay on my head and make me fulfill my roleplay. As I stood in the kitchen, making lunch for him along with Natasha, I noticed how she was quieter than usual.When I asked if she was okay, she just dismissed my question and began to cover up that she was actually troubled about something by yapping again.Instead of joining others at the dining table, his glory demanded his lunch to be brought up to his room, and I knew exactly why he was deliberately keeping me close.He wanted to favor out of this roleplay as much as he could. I entered his study with the food tray. His eyes were on the files before him. He didn't look up at me. His sleeves were rolled up, shirt unbuttoned, showing much of his chest. I placed the tray on the corner of his table and stood aside."Um, your lunch," I said, and he finally looked at the tray before briefly nodding."

ZARYA ROGOV There was a limit to every endurance, and I have gone past all the limits fate could throw at me.What was left worse?At this point, the word death didn't feel so foreign. It felt like my Satan was continuously whispering it in my ears to soothe my restless soul.The morning light streamed through the curtains.I have been awake, and I have been staring at the ceiling of my room ever since. The silence felt deafening. It was eating me out. I don't know how long I have been awake, but I know that throughout this whole time, no one has entered through that door. I have to interpret my own fall.What happened to me? I felt like I was dying with all the blood dripping down my nose and coming up in my mouth. I remember it drenching my clothes, I remember feeling my thumping heartbeat fading into something hazy.I didn't feel scared, I felt relieved.Was I poisoned? But who would poison me? I didn't eat dinner, but I did have a few sips of that tea. I made it myself...how cou

ZARYA ROGOVRevenge doesn't come without consequences.There must be something he was sacrificing to achieve his goal.What could be that sacrifice?I scratched my arm while restlessly pacing around my room. The fact that he was out there crushing Rogovs by setting them up in the web of his wicked games, and I was here doing nothing but feeling helpless, was only fueling my anxiety.Right now, I am the closest to him.I had a better chance of striking. I looked at my phone, placed on the table. Yeah, I forgot I had previously placed it in the drawer of my bedside table. I grabbed my phone and decided to message him.After a while, I walked up to my closet, opened it, and took out the red file. I don't care who Irina works for, as long as this game gets more complicated.I hid the file under my shirt and left the room in search of her. When I stepped out through the mansion's gate, all the guards sharply looked at me. I had an urge to flip at them, but I restrained that urge.As usual,

ZARYA ROGOVThey say after every storm, there is peace.But for me? There was no peace.One obstacle after another. No matter how hard I tried to crawl out of the darkness, bad fate kept pulling me down.They also say, a person brings bad on himself through his own evil actions.I wondered what evil I did other than simply existing.I cracked my knuckles and stretched. My gaze fixated on the rough sketch I was working on for Natasha's birthday, which was now in two days.I wasn't sure if I had earned the break for her, but after everything I went through, I wouldn't bother asking anyone again and would give her the days off myself.I stood up from the stool and walked towards the mirror. My dull gaze focused on the bruises that covered my neck skin. I sighed and ran a hand down my face. What should I do?How do I tell Caesar that Michael was a traitor? How do I send him the material from the red file that I saved on my phone? "Tsk," Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled me out of m