All Chapters of Ditched Ex For Russian Mafia Boss: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I woke up to the smell of coffee and the quiet sound of Mikhail moving around the kitchen. For a few seconds I stayed still, staring at the ceiling, letting the events of the previous day settle. The secret room. The CCTV footage. The traitor. Jared’s smug face in the lobby of Pearl Jewels. Grandfather’s weak smile at the clinic.I sat up and reached for my phone. Griffin had already sent a message at 6:14 a.m.*Tax office reviewed the original filings and the restored CCTV. They’re prepared to drop the investigation against Pearl Jewels this morning. Formal clearance should come through by noon. We’re pushing for immediate public correction.*A slow breath left me. One piece was falling into place.Mikhail appeared in the doorway with two mugs. He handed me one and sat on the edge of the bed.“Good news?” he asked, nodding at the phone.“They’re dropping it. Griffin says clearance by noon.”He gave a short nod, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. “And the one who helped Jared?”“I’l

Leslie POV The morning of the hearing finally arrived and for some reason, it felt heavier than the previous ones. I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, smoothing the same black blazer twice. Mikhail watched me from the doorway, already dressed in a dark suit and expression unreadable.“You have been quiet today.” He pointed out.“I’m focused.” I replied with a smile. I was anxious…that was the right way to say it.Grayson Holdings was being dragged into some fucked up court battles and honestly, I was starting to worry that the shareholder would start having doubts.Pearl Jewels had been dragged into tax fraud accusations and although I managed to resolve it, that didn't erase the bad publicity that had somehow slipped to the public.Having to deal with lawsuits and drama back and forth wasn't the way I wanted to run my companies.Mikhail didn’t push.He simply walked over, adjusted the collar of my blouse and pressed a brief kiss to my forehead. “Griffin will be th

Leslie POV After spending the night at the hospital with Mikhail, we left in the wee hours.I didn't get much rest before I prepared for work.After trying everything to mess through company up, my uncle was bound to make a scene since he couldn't get what he wanted legally.I had to be prepared for that. Also, the company needed me there. Having just taken over a big company like Grayson holdings, I could not afford to slack off.I spend the whole day reviewing documents and going through ongoing projects and contracts of Grayson holdings. I needed myself acquainted with everything to the last details.Mercer was also accompanying me at Grayson's Holdings in the meantime.I was still at the office when my phone chimed with a message.Mercer had just left after going over the last integration points for Pearl Jewels, and the floor had gone quiet. I was packing my laptop when my phone lit up.For a moment, I thought it was Mikhail.A wave of disappointment washed through me but I shove

I had known he wouldn’t survive the night. I’d known that my grandfather was finally leaving me. But as he said, I was not alone anymore. I had Mikhail with me.Even when Richard called me and shared the time of his death with me, I thought I was prepared. But no amount of preparation is enough for such news.I broke down when the call ended. Mikhail stayed by my side, holding me like he had been after we left the hospital that morning. None of us had made the attempt to go to work. It’s like we had stayed at home and in bed… waiting for that call.The phone slipped from my hand onto the sheets. A broken sound left my throat before I could stop it. Mikhail pulled me tighter against his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other wrapped firmly around my back. I buried my face in his shirt and cried the way I hadn’t allowed myself to cry at the hospital.The cries that left me were messy, loud, and helpless.Mikhail didn’t try to tell me that it would be okay. It wasn't goi

After recovering and Mikhail being extra nagging about what I needed and needed not do, I finally resumed at the company, a week after my grandfather's burial.With my grandfather gone, I could not afford to slack off. The company depended on me and with my uncle Jared hovering around, I needed to tighten my laces.At the company, Lydia dropped by daily.For three days straight she kept saying we needed to celebrate properly. I suggested a quiet dinner but she refused.She argued that a small toast at the apartment wasn't a celebration, that we needed a p real night out. After putting off her plan for days, she decided to show up at my company, dressed for the day.“ Are we going out or not?” She demanded, the look on her face telling me that I should rethink my final decision.“ You ate being dramatic.” MG argued but Lydia shot her a look.“ When I need your opinion, I'll definitely ask you,sister.” She refuted, rolling her eyes before turning to look at me.“You’re the new presid