Semua Bab CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON.: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The silk sheets feel soft against my skin, but the comfort is a lie. I woke up alone, the cool air where Vladimir’s body was a silent reminder of his absence. I’m starting to hate how he just disappears without a word. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach, a quiet promise to the twins that I’ll keep them safe, even if I’m not sure I can keep myself safe. I've been here for three days, and every day is a test. I am a fish out of water, in a world of sharks, and the most terrifying shark of them all is the man I'm falling for.After breakfast, I find my way to the garden, needing the sun on my skin and the scent of flowers to remind me of home. I find Irina, Vladimir's mother, sitting on a bench, a book in her hands. She smiles, a gentle, sad expression that makes her look so much older than she is."Good morning, Isabella," she says, her voice as soft as velvet. "Are you getting used to this place?""I am," I reply, my voice small. "It's… beautiful."“How is your mother? Chiara, I k

I could still feel the touch of her fingers on my hair, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the taste of her on my lips. My heart, a muscle I had long ago taught to beat with the cold precision of a metronome, was still thrumming with a wild, desperate rhythm. Just a moment ago, I was on my knees, a posture I had not assumed for anyone, not even my mother, since I was a child. I had knelt for her. For Isa. For the only woman who had ever looked at me with anything other than fear, desire for my power, or a cold calculation of profit.The sudden knock on the door and Viktor’s voice had been a harsh, brutal shove back into the reality of my world, the world of blood, power, and betrayal. The Don was back. The man who had been worshipping his woman was now a monster.I closed the door to our room with a quiet click, the soft, golden light inside a stark contrast to the cold, sterile hallway. The air here was heavy with the scent of fear and diesel fumes, a sharp, metallic smell t

The gown was a silent conspiracy. It was a deep emerald green, a rich, audacious color that seemed to glow in the soft light of the bedroom.The fabric, a heavy, luxurious silk, was cut to hug every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. I stood before the full-length mirror, my hands resting on the gentle, undeniable swell of my stomach.Five months. Five months of staying hidden in Vladimir’s fortress, five months of my life being absorbed by his world, and five months of this beautiful, terrifying secret growing inside me.The bump was no longer a secret. It was a beautiful, public proclamation, and the silk clung to it with an almost obscene devotion.The twins were kicking, a soft, fluttering symphony that was a constant reminder of the two souls who would be the bridge between two warring worlds. I ran a hand over my stomach, my heart a painful, frantic beat. I was not just Isabella anymore. I was a mother. The mother of a Don’s children.The door to the bedroom opened, and Vla

After what felt like an eternity of silent grief, the car stopped. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to face the reality of a world without my family, a world where the people who had raised me saw me as a stranger. But his hand, so gentle and so strong, was on my chin, lifting my head until my tear-streaked face was looking at his.“Moya solnyshko,” he whispered, his voice a low, raw rumble. “Look at me.”I did. His eyes, those cold, hard emeralds, were now filled with a dangerous, possessive light. There was no pity in their depths, no trace of the man who had knelt before me just hours before. There was just a raw, unyielding love that was both beautiful and terrifying. He reached for my face, his hands wiping away my tears, his touch a gentle, loving thing that made my heart ache with a fresh wave of pain.“Don’t cry,” he said, his voice a low command. “You are a queen. My queen. Queens do not cry over those who are unworthy of their presence.”My jaw clenched, a fresh wave of a

VLADIMIRHer eyes were blood shot as she stared into mine.Her hands clutched the dagger, a piece I casually gave to her, not knowing she'd be using it so soon.Her fists were clamped around it, tightly and I could see her veins stretched out on her once gentle hands.Her calm demeanor was gone! Replaced by a killer’s guts and an ambience that spelt “confidence”.I could not contain the joy I felt seeing my once gentle vozlyublennyy looking blood thirsty with the bloodied Dagger leaving drops of blood all o'er the room.I felt a striking satisfaction, an unimaginable connection occurred in that very instance as I rushed to her side, catching her before she slumped.“You are amazing, my Love. You have just proven that you are truly a Volkov. How easy was it to take these worthless lives?”Her courage was gradually wearing out, being replaced by her usual gentle demeanor.She was in my arms, tucked peacefully as I lifted her off the floor and carried her across the bodies out of the hal