Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blood And Vows : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mikhail The look on Liliana's face was unsettling. Fear flickered in her emerald eyes. And for some reason I found myself oddly protective of that vulnerability.I smirked. “Your turn, wifey.” My voice came out deeper than intended. The blade glinted under the neon lights. I felt Liliana's body tense up beside me as the blade moved towards her thumb. Every instinct screamed at me to intervene, to stop this barbaric ritual, but I knew better. San Antonio's rules were absolute within these walls. The guard’s movements were mechanical, practiced from countless nights of this same routine. As the sharp edge of the blade pierced Liliana's delicate skin, I watched her face contort in pain and my face darkened. San Antonio has crossed a line and he would pay dearly for this. I vowed. No one makes my wife bleed and goes unscathed. She shrieked in pain as her blood dropped on the white paper.“Welcome to Black Diamond, Mr. Volkov.” The guard’s voice echoed in the dark. I pulled Liliana c

Mikhail As I walked through the woods, beads of sweat formed on my forehead despite the chilly weather. The darkness seemed to swallow me whole, and the trees loomed above me like towers. Leaves and twigs snapped under my feet, and thorns scratched my skin, causing blood to sleep out. I winced in pain, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of humans. “Liliana!” I bellowed again, my voice echoing through the trees. But only the distant chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves replied. I pulled out my phone, hoping against hope that I'd get a signal. But the screen glared back at me, empty and unhelpful. “Fuck!” I cursed, frustration boiling over.What if she's escaped? What if she's not in danger? My mind bombarded me with the possibilities, but the memory of Elena Orlov's words kept me going. “I think you should find her before it's too late.” My jaw clenched, and I pushed on, my senses on high alert.The thought of Liliana in danger made my stomach turn. The Black Di

Mikhail I gazed at her as tears clouded her eyes but I didn't care. At least I was telling the truth. “Let's go home, you're done.” I said, taking the sheets off her.“What?” She asked, confusion etched on her face. “But I still ache all over.” “Doesn't matter, little one.” I said, removing the IV from her hand.“Ouch!” She winced in pain as blood seeped out. “That hurt.”“Let's get out of here. We’ll treat you better at home.” I said, holding her hands. My grip was gentle.As we stepped out, the doctors looked at us, confused. “What are you doing sir?” The nurse asked, glaring at me.“Don't look at me like that, old hag.” I hissed. “You can't take her away in this condition.” She glared, her hands on her waist. “She's my wife. I get to do anything I want with her.” I said.The nurse walked over to Liliana, looking at her with pity. “Talk to me, darling. Does this guy maltreat you?”Liliana's eyes widened. “No…no…”I scoffed, biting my lips. I fought the urge to backhand her.“T

Mikhail I watched Liliana's face turn pale as I pulled the sheets off my body.The audacity! Barging into my manor like he owns it.I hissed, grabbing a jacket. “Stay here,” I turned to Liliana who wanted to stand.“But…he might be here for me.” She said, her voice low, barely above a whisper.I chuckled. “You wish.” I said, slamming the door behind me.I stepped into the compound, and was greeted by Nikolas Orlov and a few of his men. “My son-in-law!” Nikolas laughed, stretching out his arms to wrap me in a hug.I smirked, stopping him with my arm.“No need to exchange pleasantries, Nikolas. What are you doing? Invading my privacy?” I closed in on him, my chest rubbing his. “I was busy teaching your daughter a lesson.” I whispered. Nikolas' body tensed, but he quickly composed himself. “I want to offer you something you can't resist.” He said, slowly.I nodded. “That can wait. My wife needs me.” I said, patting his shoulders.Nikolas scoffed. “Arrogant bastard.” He cursed. “I see

Mikhail I looked around the room. Every eyes were on Liliana, burning with interest and passion. The Volkovs' enjoy watching people suffer, they enjoy inflicting pain on the weak.As Liliana raised the blade, memories that I had buried for years came flooding back. ***************************************My mother's green eyes stared back at me, hollow and dead as blood dripped from the deep cut on her wrist. My father wore a smirk that could make the devil pee his pants. Aunt Anastasia watched my mother with excitement in her eyes. “Watch your mother, son. Watch her pledge her allegiance to me.” He laughed.I fought hard to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Because if they fell, I would be locked up in the dungeon again.The second test, made my head spin. The courage test. My mother was made to stitch the wound in her wrist with needle and a thread. I threw up as she sewed her wound. My father detests the slightest sign of weakness. He backhanded me and made me eat