All Chapters of THE DONS' VIRGIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

LIAI never thought betrayal could feel like a hand on my back. But tonight, my stepmother’s hand is there, shoving me forward, pushing me into the fire.The silk dress she forced me into clings too tightly to my skin. My feet wobble on the heels she threw at me like shackles. The closer we get, the heavier the air becomes. I can smell smoke, whiskey, and the sickly sweet scent of expensive perfume. When the heavy doors open, the world tilts.Men. Dozens of them. Their suits sharp, their gazes sharper. Laughter and murmurs die the second I step in. Every eye turns to me, stripping me bare under the golden chandelier light. My throat closes, and I feel like a rabbit dropped into a den of wolves.My stepmother’s voice is syrupy, poisonous. “Gentlemen, tonight’s prize is rare. Untouched. Pure. Worth every cent you’ve brought.”Her nails dig into my arm as she forces me forward. My knees knock together. My palms sweat. And then the truth sinks in—this isn’t a party. This is an auction. My

LIAWhen I opened my eyes, I didn’t see my stepmother’s shabby apartment, or the narrow cot I used to sleep on. I saw black silk sheets, glowing faintly under sunlight bleeding through tall windows. For one disoriented heartbeat, I thought I was dreaming.Then memory slammed into me—the auction, the cheers, half a billion dollars.Two dons bidding until they refused to surrender.Salve’s cold silence. Dimitri’s feral grin.Their voices claiming me in unison: She belongs to us both.My stomach clenched, nausea rolling through me.I didn’t move.My body was rigid, my lungs shallow, as if any shift might trigger the monsters who caged me here. Salve lay on my right. Even in sleep, he was composed, his body aligned neatly, his hands resting over his chest.His face gave nothing away, sharp and unreadable, but the rise and fall of his chest was steady, disciplined. I wondered if he even allowed himself to dream.Dimitri, on my left, was the opposite. He sprawled shamelessly across the sheets, on

LIAThe dining hall felt like a throne room. A long table of polished oak gleamed under the chandelier’s light, silver platters steaming with food I couldn’t pronounce. Crystal glasses caught the glow like they were mocking me. Everything was elegant, beautiful, perfect. Except me.I sat stiff at one end of the table, the diamond ring burning on my finger, my fork untouched. Across the table sat Salve, Beside him lounged Dimitri, his jacket abandoned, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tempt scandal. He poured himself wine like a king who owned the vineyard, smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.I had never felt smaller.The silence pressed in until Dimitri shattered it with a laugh.“You look like a nun at a feast, kotyonok,” he drawled, twirling his glass. “Surrounded by temptation, but too scared to take a bite.”My jaw clenched. “I’m not hungry.”His smirk sharpened. “Ah. Sulking again.”Salve didn’t look up from his plate. “Eat.”It wasn’t a request.I forced a bite into my m