บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Russian Mafia Boss : บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

Ava Where am I? I glance around the room, my eyes eagerly scanning my surroundings as I try to figure out what this place is and why it feels so familiar. Had I been here before? Maybe. I'm seventy per cent sure I've seen those walls before. I lift my head. There's a single window nearly touchin

"We are friends." "Of course we are. Which is why I want to help you feel better." Little me furrowed her brows in confusion. "How are you going to do that?" "By telling you a story." A giggle, then a snort from my end, "A story?" "Or would a song be better?" Another giggle. "You'd sing for me

Nothing about my condition felt lucky right now, but I guess, in theory, he was right I suppose. Not many survive getting shot in the chest. It was why I got in front of Nikolai, to begin with. "My legs—" I blurt out looking up. "Is it normal for me not to be able to feel them?" The doctor’s expre

Ava It takes two weeks for me to be deemed healed enough to go home. During that time, I’ve been poked and prodded more times than I can count, forced to eat food that barely qualifies as edible simply because my body hadn't healed fully to be able to eat real food, and watched the same four walls

*FOUR WEEKS LATER* "I want to take you somewhere this Friday," Nikolai tells me when we're cuddled up in bed after my third failed seduction attempt of the week. His arm is wrapped around my waist while the other strokes through my hair, as he looks at me, full dimples on full display. The smilin