Todos os capítulos de The Price of Bought Passion : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Kirill Yartsev:“Hey, Vicky, you okay?” I burst into the girl’s room, finding her curled up on her bed with tear-stained cheeks.Half an hour ago, Mikhail called to tell me what had happened. I rushed home immediately, and on the way they sent me a social media post showing a terrified, overwhelmed Vicky surrounded by reporters. The headline read: “The future wife of Kirill Yartsev finally found.”Damn it. The interview was unavoidable, but it was supposed to happen only after the wedding. I wanted to prepare Vicky mentally, go through our story together. We even had a date set for the official interview — but apparently someone found out and decided to create a sensation early. As if our already… strained relationship wasn’t enough, now this.Vicky sat at the head of her bed, hugging her knees, ignoring my presence completely. Her face was wet with tears, though she wasn’t hysterical anymore. Irina had been with her, but once she saw me, she slipped out and left us alone.I had no id

Of course I’d already seen the posts on social media — the ones with my distorted, terrified face plastered everywhere. I honestly don’t understand how anyone can write anything about me or what happened when I didn’t say a single word to them. Apparently, my answers weren’t needed at all. Their talent for squeezing “creative potential” out of thin air in such articles deserves its own award.Turns out everyone has long known about Yartsev’s “secret girlfriend,” and only yesterday they finally “caught” me red-handed — the evidence being a bridal shop. As unpleasant as it was, they also mentioned the children. And since they didn’t know the boys were twins, they came up with a theory that I’ve been popping out kids for Kirill on a regular basis, as if it’s my part-time job. They even expressed pity for me as a woman — because apparently while I waddle around pregnant again, my darling spends his time partying with model girls.But the worst part… was opening the comments under those po

“Fine,” Kirill practically barked through his teeth. “But you’ll be under the watch of my guys,” the man hinted, meaning his security.“No problem,” I answered in the same tone, drilling him with my eyes and smiling mockingly.“And one more thing… you seem to have forgotten something… my love,” Yartsev smirked.“What?” I didn’t quite understand and tensed up. Was he really about to start talking about his contract?!“Come here,” he said, and I obeyed.When only two steps remained between us, Kirill suddenly closed the distance, pulled me by the waist, and crashed his lips onto mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I absolutely did not expect that, so I reflexively wrapped my arms around his shoulders.It wasn’t just a kiss — it felt more like a brand. He was showing me who I belonged to, reminding me of it without a single word.When the green-eyed demon abruptly pulled away, my heart was hammering out of my chest, and my cheeks were burning shamelessly. My mom saw it too — she flushed bri

Kirill Yartsev:My mood had been off since the morning. Only a few days left until the wedding, and my company was in complete chaos because of that old bastard Koshev’s contract. Not only did he get more than enough money, but his contract was also bleeding us dry, leaving almost no profit!Of course, Koshev isn’t our only partner, and many contracts work in our favor, but if it weren’t for Vicky and the kids, this deal wouldn’t even be a problem. As it stands, we’re busting our asses for someone else’s interests.On top of that, the headache with buying our house, the wedding, the interviews, and all the other annoying little disasters raining down like a cornucopia!I saw that Vicky was getting depressed over those publications and everything happening, so I brought her a support group… at my own risk! I wanted her to relax and not stress about the wedding or the mouths full of dirt, because I need a wife full of energy and mood for the wedding night—which I have very big and firm

Kirill Yartsev:Vicky lifted her eyes to me, full of hatred and pain. I know she has no choice, and she knows it too, but Koshev doesn’t.“Darling, you can leave even now if you want. All you have to do is say it,” I spread my arms, smiling. “So, who will you choose?”“You,” the blue-eyed girl whispered, burning me with her gaze and not looking at Danil.“My love, I think your friend doesn’t quite understand,” I said mockingly, looking at the stunned guy, and stepped closer to Vicky, pulling her to me by the waist. “It seems he doesn’t believe in our mutual feelings, so we can prove it to him.”I looked at her insistently, knowing she understood me perfectly. There was a furious flame in her eyes, and it turned me on like nothing else right now. The naked stripper had never had such an effect—these eyes burning with hatred, now that was success. The power over this little one spread through my veins like sweet honey, giving a special pleasure.“Danil, I love Kirill, and I want a norma