All Chapters of The Bratva's Obsession : Contract Ends,The Marriage Begins: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IRINAI've never dated anyone, but if there's one man who's made my heart flutter, it's Alan Smith. During college, he was the most popular guy. He was the best hockey player at the time, often representing our campus."It's been a while, you really look—" he paused, scanning my appearance from head to toe. We decided to sit for a while at a coffee shop.In the past, I had some unpleasant memories with Alan. I mean, he was a nice guy. He was really popular and warm back then.One of the guys who bullied me at the time deliberately sent Alan a vulgar letter. In the letter, it looked as if I'd written it. It even included a sexual invitation."What did I look like?" I asked, curious to hear him continue.In the past, I'd been really embarrassed to meet Alan, especially after rumors about the letter spread throughout campus. Despite this, Alan never openly judged me. He always respected my position as a woman.But we never really talked much. I only knew him as the most handsome guy on c

IRINAMiron didn't seem to have any intention of removing the phone from the table. He was truly intent on showing me that I'd done something wrong. I was being pressured as if I deserved a different punishment."Miron, I—" My voice felt heavy as I spoke, my sentences almost falling apart. Deep down, I wasn't afraid of Miron, but the thought of another death was driving me crazy."I won't count!" he said. It was a warning that he wouldn't punish me, right?"But this situation is different. There's another man," he continued.I shook my head. "No," my voice rising, and I got out of bed. "You can't do anything to him!" I said, emphasizing my statement.The room was dim, as only the nightlight was on in my room. Despite this, I could see Miron's face very clearly. The lines of his face, the way he looked at me, the movement of his jaw, holding back his emotions.This was the first time we'd had a conversation like this, even with the way Miron was looking at me now."Do something like wh

IRINAIt felt real, something pulling me into a very dark room. Then, inside the room, there was glass everywhere, and the dim lights suddenly turned on. My appearance was distorted, the glass reflecting the horror of me.I heard a deep, increasingly heavy sigh, but I couldn’t find the source of the sound. Suddenly, the room became cramped, as if slowly squeezing me, enclosing me in the center. I felt a painful emptiness embrace me.“Arghh!” I screamed in pain, jolted from my sleep. Reflexively, I grabbed the edge of the blanket, and my eyes scanned the room around me.I woke up in the same room, a room I had grown accustomed to over time, as if I were the original owner. The room Serena should have occupied for a long time.“Oh my god!” I didn’t understand why I was suddenly having more nightmares. Something was wrong inside me.I had to fix it before it was too late. Even though I was short of breath, I realized there wasn’t much sweat running down my cheeks.This morning, I woke up

MIRONI don’t hate the way my family has fun. The way my sisters and brother act out there. Or how my mother handles almost every problem. I could have avoided my family after getting married, but that would have violated my fundamental principles of sisterhood.“You're right, Tanya!” Irina’s voice was soft, under the dining table, her hand touched my thigh, gently rubbing it. It was as if she was telling me she was okay. Like, I should give her a chance to get over this.“And Tanya, you know what? Trust me, I've been through a lot of bad things, so what you call education for the women in the brotherhood isn't surprising to me,” Irina said again.Tanya smiled faintly; of course, she wouldn’t give in to this easily. “Good for you,” her tone was complimentary, then her voice trailed off for a moment, adding more emphasis. “Well, I'm just reminding you to be considerate. You might be going through something harder than you've ever experienced,” Tanya said again.My brow furrowed sharply

IRINA“Oh, God!” This morning, I grimaced as I got out of bed. “Damn!” I glanced at the mirror, where my butt cheeks flushed red. I hated it when my body didn’t keep up with my mind. I tried so hard not to get carried away by Miron’s punishment; it had become a habit that was too pleasurable and deadly to my self-esteem.My mind thought it wasn’t good, but my body actually longed for it. It was disgusting!Imagine how your body betrays your mind, and how, unfortunately, you feel completely comfortable with it. What happens when that excruciating pounding becomes addictive and uncontrollable.I spent almost half an hour soaking in the warm water, but only my butt and inner thighs ached, which was exhausting. I tried to restrain myself, not to groan, not to sigh, as the slap landed on my butt cheeks.“I’m trapped,” I complained, combing through the clothes in the closet one by one. I wanted to wear something more comfortable, of my own choosing.My eyes shifted toward the dressing room.