Semua Bab Belonging to Don Roman : Bab 1 - Bab 4

Anya’s POV“Zatknisʹ, suka, poshla s nami!”(“Shut up, bitch, and come with us!”)The words froze me, harsh and jagged, dripping with something primal that didn’t belong in this place. His grip tightened on my wrist until pain shot up my arm.My body screamed at me to fight, but the shock made me numb. The crowd pulled back, giving the scene space like it was a spectacle. No one moved to help. Not the bartender. Not the regulars who always flirted with me for attention. Not even Cassandra, who had slipped away the second the first glass fell.Cowards.The second man stepped forward, lips curling into a smirk. He looked me up and down like I was a prize he’d already won. “Khoroshaya devochka…” he muttered.(“Good little girl…”)A sick chill traveled down my spine.I opened my mouth to scream…And then, suddenly, the man holding me jerked back like he’d been hit by something hard. His body slammed into a table, sending bottles smashing to the floor with sounds ringing directly into my e

Roman’s POV“ Ебать.” I muttered, striding down the hallway towards the study. (“Fuck.”)How could this happen now of all times? I wasn't ready to take over the empire and now I had the weight of the entire empire resting on my shoulders. I slammed the door shut behind me as I walked into the study. The desk before me was covered in files, reports, and ledgers, each one screaming for attention. Men had been waiting for my return. Meetings had been postponed, decisions left hanging, alliances trembling in the wind. The death of the head always left cracks, and cracks invited vultures.And that head who died was my father. As much as I hated to admit it, now I was head. Whether I wanted the title or not.The morning light streamed through tall windows, falling across the oak table where Sergei, my father’s long-time assistant, laid out documents in careful stacks. He was older, graying at the temples, his face lined with decades of service. He had been there through wars, betrayals, v