All Chapters of Blood And Betrayal : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven IrinaThe car ride felt endless.I sat in the backseat of Alexei's black SUV, clutching Nikolai to my chest. He was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that our entire world had just been ripped apart.Alexei sat beside me, looking out the window with that satisfied smile on his face. Like he had just won the greatest prize.I wanted to scream at him and hurt him the way he was hurting me.But I stayed silent. Because what good would it do?We drove for what felt like hours. Far away from Moscow. Away from Dimitri. Away from everything I knew.The city disappeared behind us, replaced by forests and empty roads."Where are we going?" I asked finally. My voice was hoarse from crying."Home," Alexei replied simply."Your estate is near Dimitri's," I said. "This is not the way there.""We are not going to that estate," Alexei explained. "It's too close to my dear brother. I have another property that's much more private."My stomach sank. He was taking u

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen Irina Three days had passed. Three days since I had held my son. Since I had seen his face. Since I had heard anything except his distant cries echoing through the villa. Three days of hell. I was assigned to cleaning duty.  The other servants pitied me. I could see it in their eyes. "The poor thing," I heard one whisper. "Separated from her baby like that." "Mr. Alexei is cruel," another replied. "But what can we do?" Nothing. They could do nothing. And neither could I. Lucia, the head housekeeper, tried to be kind. She gave me extra food when she could and lighter duties when possible. But she could not give me what I wanted most. My son. On the morning of the fourth day, I w

Chapter One Hundred and FifteenIrina's POV I did not wait for permission.I ran out of Alexei's room, barely dressed.My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would burst.I could hear Alexei shouting behind me. "Irina! Get back here!"But I did not care.My son needed me. I burst through the nursery door.Svetlana was there, pacing frantically with Nikolai in her arms. My baby was crying weakly, his face red."Give him to me!" I demanded, rushing forward."I... I cannot..." Svetlana stammered."Give him to me NOW!" I screamed.Something in my voice must have broken through her fear. Svetlana handed Nikolai over immediately.The moment I held him, I felt his heat. He was burning up. His little body was trembling. He was struggling to breathe."Oh, baby," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "Mama is here."Nikolai's eyes fluttered open slightly. He looked at me. And even through his fever, I swear he recognized me.A weak cry came from his lips. And he relaxed.He knew his m

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen  Irina I stood in the hallway, frozen. They were dragging Dimitri away. His body was broken, and bloodied. He could barely walk. The guards held him up by his arms, his feet dragging across the marble floor. Blood dripped from his mouth. His face was swollen and bruised. But then, for just a second, his head lifted. Our eyes met. I saw everything in that brief moment. The pain. The defeat. The disappointment. Was he disappointed in me or was he disappointed in himself? For failing us.  "Dimitri," I whispered. But my voice was too quiet. He could not hear me. Then they turned the corner and he was gone. Disappeared into the depths of the villa. I pressed my hand against the wall to steady myse

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen Irina Three weeks had passed. Three weeks of living in hell. Every morning, I woke on the thin mattress in my tiny room, wishing it was all a nightmare. But it never was. The routine was always the same. Wake at dawn. Clean the hallways. Scrub the floors. Serve breakfast to Alexei and his men. And try not to look at my son. Because seeing Nikolai hurt more than anything else. Today was no different. I carried a tray of coffee into Alexei's dining room, keeping my hands steady despite the rage burning inside me. Alexei sat at the head of the table. And in his lap, bouncing happily, was Nikolai. My heart clenched painfully. Nikolai had grown so much in these three weeks. His face was