Semua Bab The Price of Bought Passion : Bab 61 - Bab 70

"No. I didn’t say that. Your mind is just… overly practical.""Well, you know!" I frown at him. "I have a question for you after our first night too. How did I end up pregnant?!" I start getting angry that someone’s “practical mind” turned out… not so practical!"There’s no 100% contraception," Kirill sighs heavily. "Maybe a condom was defective somewhere. We went multiple times that night," he smiles confidently. "Maybe our little boys got lost somewhere between changing the rubber…"Wow! He talks about it so casually! Of course, he wasn’t the one writhing in pain for more than twelve hours!"Tell me, after that incident in the library, did you take emergency contraception?" If I blushed before, now I noticeably turn pale, and Kirill notices immediately. "Are you serious, Vicky?!""If you didn’t notice, I wasn’t alone at that event!" This topic irritates me, and so does the way he acted then… and even now. "It would’ve been strange to go to a pharmacy with Danil and buy anything for

I can’t hold back and slam my palm on the table when I see one of Kirill’s men calmly walk in and sit at a free table with a perfect view of us. It’s the same guy who drove us from the base. I think his name is Mikhail.The man sits down and flashes me a radiant smile, even winking.“Is that your bodyguard?” Marina asks, staring at the big guy, just as shocked as I am.“What the hell, Kirill?!” I call my fiancé, ready to give him a piece of my mind. “Why is your goon following me around?!”“What did you expect?” the man replies calmly. “After your morning statements about cheating with whoever, get used to Misha’s company now. Maybe you’ll finally become friends.”“Are you completely out of your mind?!” I yell so loudly a few of the café’s customers turn to look at me. “You’re such a pig!”I hang up and feel steam practically shooting out of my ears from rage. The bastard! He goes off to his harem, and sends his watchdog to guard me!I hate him!“Vicky, let’s just ignore him,” Marina

My girl doesn’t like control, and I’m not surprised. But now she’ll have to get used to having security around… at least until I’m sure she’s accepted my conditions and won’t do anything reckless.“THEY’RE TEARING YOU APART TO PIECES,” made me smile for a second.“OF COURSE THEY ARE. KEEP REPORTING HER MOVEMENTS,” I typed, needing the certainty.After parking my car, I found Nazar in his office. He was typing something intensely on his laptop and didn’t notice me right away.“I just ran into Mila near Vicky’s building. You know what she was doing there?” I asked, settling into the chair opposite my brother.“No idea,” my twin answered without looking up. “I haven’t seen her in a while. Thought she found herself a new sponsor. So your suspicions about me are baseless. And why do you even think I’d want to mess with you?” Nazar finally looked at me.“Sometimes you give reasons to think that,” I said, crossing my arms and stretching out my legs.“No. I just want you to be honest with you

“Vicky, what the hell are you saying?” I looked at the mother of my children in pure suffering. “Have you two completely lost all sense of self-preservation here?!”“…I need to pee,” the golden‑haired menace muttered after a short pause, grimacing, as if we weren’t even standing there. She got up and, wobbling like a drunk penguin, shuffled toward the bathroom.“That’s what you get for not praying,” Nazar muttered vindictively, doing his best not to burst out laughing.“Damn, you’re kinda nice too,” Vicky’s friend suddenly said, giving my twin a slow, evaluating look. “Are you brothers or something?”Nazar did a facepalm, and I exhaled heavily, staring at the ceiling. Time for these two to end their little party.“Nazar, can you drive Marina home? The girls need to call it a night.”“Yeah, sure,” my brother snorted, agreeing, and tried to lift the blonde — which turned out to be far from simple.When it was just the two of us left in the apartment, Vicky emerged from the bathroom.“Ma

Irisha even brought her kids over, and we spent great time together. Of course, my babies were still very little, but they were curious watching older children. Misha and Ira’s oldest boy was seven, and their younger daughter was four. It was amusing to watch how the older kids pretended to be grown-ups, trying to teach Andry and Egor life lessons.There was exactly one week left before the wedding. Our event was scheduled for May twenty-fifth, and today Irisha and I were supposed to go choose a wedding dress.Of course, brides usually approach this matter carefully and thoughtfully, but I couldn’t care less what dress to wear for this formal occasion. When a wedding is wanted — and with someone you love — every little detail matters. But in this case… well, we’ll get married, so we’ll get married. No one is swearing eternal love to me, and I’m not swearing it either, so I don’t even want to fuss over the details. We had a whole team of organizers hired, so most of the chaos didn’t co