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Chapter 31

Chapter 16: Shadows of the past MOSCOW, RUSSIA (MIKHAIL’S PENTHOUSE) Mikhail stood at the sleek marble bar, swirling the dark liquid in his glass, his gaze fixed on his phone. He had called Donatella six times now. No answer. Just the cold, mechanical voice of her voicemail mocking his efforts. Ea

Chapter 32

A single tear slipped down Mikhail’s cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. For the first time in years, he let himself feel. That night, he fell asleep not as the Bratva heir. But as a son—hopeful, broken, and still healing. AMSTER SHOPPING MALL, MOSCOW The soft buzz of chatter and the scent of expensi

Chapter 33

THE BRATVA'S EMPIRE (NATALIA'S SUITE) Donatella and Natalia were cozied up in Natalia's living room, watching a movie and munching on popcorn. They were snuggled under a blanket, laughing and giggling at the screen. Suddenly, Donatella turned to Natalia with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I'm fe

Chapter 34

Natalia laughed. “This is one of my favorite spots in Moscow. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Donatella grinned, brushing a lock of hair off her shoulder. “I can’t wait.” They moved through the dense crowd to the bar, sliding onto velvet barstools like they owned the place. Natalia leaned forward. “Two

Chapter 35

He didn’t budge—grip only tightening. “You’re hurting me,” she hissed. At that, Mikhail’s grip loosened—but only slightly. Without another word, he dragged her out of the club. ********** Adrian stood near one of the black cars, arms locked around Natalia who looked tense. When Mikhail stormed o

Chapter 36

MOSCOW RUSSIA (MIKHAIL’S PENTHOUSE) Sunlight filtered into the penthouse through sheer curtains, but the morning felt anything but soft. Donatella stood in the sleek marble kitchen, her fingers wrapped tightly around a warm porcelain mug, the bitterness of black coffee lingering on her tongue. She

Chapter 37

Her tone dripped with sarcasm, but it was elegant, poised. Deadly. Mikhail’s expression shifted into something amused—like watching a lioness devour a hyena. His lips tugged into a subtle smirk, then he moved beside Donatella, slow and measured, both hands buried deep in his pockets. He stood tall

Chapter 38

SAINT PETERSBURG,RUSSIA (THE BRATVA’S EMPIRE) The black SUV glided to a stop at the car park. Mikhail stepped out first, buttoning his dark coat, his face unreadable. Donatella followed in silence, her heels clicking sharply on the stone steps as she took in the imposing structure before them the l

Chapter 39

The Bratva Empire – Nikolai’s Suite Savannah paused outside her husband’s office. Muffled voices seeped through the heavy oak doors—Nikolai’s voice, low and clipped, speaking urgently to someone on the phone. “…I said the job failed. The girl did it—she killed him before I could stop it. Damn it.

Chapter 40

“For the last time, what do you want, Vera?” His tone dropped, harsh and razor-edged. Vera’s smirk faded into something colder. “An alliance.” She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. “We both want the same thing—Mikhail and Donatella gone.” Her hand clenched into a fist, trembling slightly. “Tha

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