All Chapters of The Bratva's Obsession : Contract Ends,The Marriage Begins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MIRON“Is everyone here?” the head of the family’s voice echoed.One by one, my extended family took their seats at the dining table. The oval table was specially imported, according to my mother's wishes. Each chair had its own owner. The chair on the far right of the table belonged to my father. The one on the left belonged to my mother.My seat was to my mother's right, and the seat in front of me was intentionally left empty. It belonged to my oldest sibling, who had passed away just six months ago, and today my family gathered to commemorate the half-year anniversary of his death.“I’m here,” said Kiril, the third son. He looked at my mother. “My wife can’t come, she has a family matter to attend to,” he explained, before my mother could ask.The click of high heels on the floor distracted us for a moment. Daria, wearing a black crop top and a thigh-length leather skirt, sat in her chair. She had recently dyed her hair silver, and she seemed to be more toned than I last remembere

IRINA“You’re a monster,” my voice was high, slightly hoarse, and filled with despair. Throwing such an insult right in Miron’s face.Miron's jaw clenched; he was on the phone when I approached him. Before I decided to come to this living room in my emotional state, Ella tried to stop me.We were attracted to each other, while my pride couldn't bear to see Giselle in such a desperate state.My wild gaze, with still wet eyes, met Miron's gaze. It seemed he hadn't shaved and had let a thin beard grow on his chin, he was wearing a black t-shirt with grey jogger pants.“I’m hanging up,” he said, throwing his phone onto the sofa.He walked toward me with his hands in his pockets. It made me wonder, what kind of person would he be keeping a gun in? Whenever Miron was near me, the scent of musk was strong, as if it didn't suit his personality.“Please, let that man go. He’s innocent.” I didn’t want to beg, I felt like Miron wasn’t a man who would think twice about his decisions."Who?""The

IRINA"We're here," Miron looked at me from beside him. The car stopped in the courtyard of a luxury house. Miron and I remained in the car, while the sky looked deserted tonight, devoid of stars. It matched my own bland feelings."My grandmother is in surgery right now; she needs me." My hands gripped the strands of my dress. Why was I here? In the house Miron called his family's main residence. I only skimmed the file briefly; the pressure was too great to act as his girlfriend in front of his extended family.The car door opened, and Miron got out first. I remained silent, wanting to rebel. Time and again, my common sense clashed with this situation. Miron expected me to be part of his world. I was supposed to be violent? Sadistic? He expected me to be a heartless woman like him.I just, can't.“You know I’ve been easy on you, right?” he said, waiting for me outside the car. His voice was always calm, consuming all my fear of him.He doesn't care about the guilt I feel right now. W

IRINA“A masochist?” I muttered at my desk, my eyes following the words that appeared on my computer screen. It was about someone who derives sexual gratification and emotional pleasure from physical pain."What on earth, Irina, I suddenly feel this way," I exited the site. Just reading it made my body feel like it was burning from the inside. Something was wrong, something that didn't align with my common sense.I should be working, and the pile of files on my desk has been bothering me for a while. I was just scrolling through my social media and came across the term "masochist." In a matter of seconds, my world was consumed.Miron made it difficult for me to argue with him, and I was terrified just hearing him start counting. The punishment he was giving me at that time involved my physical body, and how could I possibly achieve pleasure?The pain and the thrill of climax went hand in hand. It felt irrational, but now I knew the term masochist. Oh my god, I'd truly lost my mind. Wa

IRINA“You have a mission, to worsen your company’s situation from within, so be a cunning employee from now on,” that’s what Miron emphasized to me.Then, am I obedient?I'm still the ultimate owner, holding onto my dignity. He can control me, threaten me with punishment, but I'll also show him that it's not easy to change my character to suit his desires.Once again, I emphasize to stay sane, I'm not Serena.To rebel, I dared to meet with an influencer who was also being targeted by Miron's company. I was still following my superior's orders, and I knew it would be risky. But? Miron wouldn't be able to kill me; he still needed me."I'm not sure after reading the contract." Natasya has always been like this. I've heard from several people who've worked with her that Natasya is a truly arrogant type. She has quite a good influence on her YouTube account, to the point that even mid-level influencers consider her a role model, which is what makes her so arrogant.“Are you comparing our