บททั้งหมดของ The Disgraced Biker Princess as His Mafia Pet : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Three days had passed since I was told I was going to marry a monster.The black SUV pulled up to the clubhouse at dawn. I was still in bed when Alexei kicked my door open.He walked up to me and yanked me up on my feet. "Get up," he said, holding a knife against my arm. "They're waiting for you outside, and I swear to God if you make them wait one more minute, I'll cut you right here."I pushed my arm away and started packing. I had to carry just my mother's wedding dress in a bag. It was the only thing I felt I should take.Alexei stood in the doorway watching me the whole time with the knife still in his hand.After a lot of hesitation, I finally got in the car.And here I am.In the back of a black SUV heading to be married while two women sit across from me.The much older woman with gray hair, gold rings, and wrinkled skin looked at me with a smile on her face all the time.The younger one is maybe my age with dark and messy hair. She kept looking away.The car drives for what s

Nikolai had me on his shoulders till we were close to a room. He used one hand to open it while balancing the other on my back.He stepped in and the bedroom was big. Fucking bigger than my whole entire garage.Nikolai kicked the door shut behind us and dropped me on the bed. I bounced once and scrambled back against the headboard, pulling my knees up to my chest.He stood close to the door already loosening his tie while watching me.Then he walked up to me and bent down to where I lay on the bed. His face was too close to mine that I could smell his scent."You think I don't remember you, Lena?" he said and my heart stopped."I remember every single day," he said. "You were seventeen. Still a freshman. Even then you had grease under your nails. Who made you work so hard for years now, wife?" he said with a dripping low voice that sent me shivers. He lifted his hands as if he was arranging the neckline of my dress and I stopped breathing for a minute."I fell for a seventeen year old

Lena's POV A week inside Volkov Manor turned into something that felt less like days passing and more like the house itself deciding how time should behave around me, because every morning looked the same.When I opened my eyes in that enormous bedroom, every night ended the same when I finally surrendered to sleep, and everything in between blurred into a loop of dressing, eating what was brought to me.Sitting by the window pretending I could see anything beyond iron gates, then undressing again just to repeat it all over like I was a doll someone had placed on a shelf and occasionally remembered to wind up, and the worst part wasn’t even the confinement itself but how quickly my mind started to adjust to it, like my body had accepted the rhythm before my pride could object.On the third day I stopped counting hours and started counting footsteps outside my door instead, because there were always footsteps in this place, distant ones belonging to guards I never saw properly.Softer

Lena's POV He kept me pinned to the bed, the sheer weight of his body crushing any chance I had of breaking free. His lips moved aggressively along my jaw and down my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. I fought him with everything I had, my hands pushing desperately against his chest, my muscles straining until they ached. But as the seconds ticked by, a terrifying realization washed over me. Despite the panic screaming in my mind, despite the anger flooding my veins, my body was betraying me. A sudden, unwanted warmth bloomed deep in my chest, and my heart hammered not just from fear, but from a strange, overwhelming rush of adrenaline. My skin tingled wherever his hands touched, reacting to him in a way I couldn't control.The sudden shift in my own biology horrified me, making me stiffen beneath him. Nikolai must have felt the change, or perhaps he just grew tired of the resistance. He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark, wild, and completely

Lena's POV I forced myself to step out of the shadows and walk down the hallway. My heart was pounding, but I kept my face blank, smoothing down my robe with cold hands. I needed to look like a girl who had simply been wandering the house, not someone who had just uncovered thirty years of buried family secrets.When I pushed the heavy bedroom door open, Nikolai was standing by the window. His jacket was off, his sleeves were rolled up, and the moment his eyes locked onto me, his jaw tightened. The exhaustion and the faint scent of alcohol still hung around him, but the sloppy drunkenness from earlier was entirely gone, replaced by a tense, sharp alertness."Where the hell were you?" he demanded, his voice slicing through the quiet room.I didn't flinch. I kept my voice level, masking the tremor in my chest. "I went to the rooftop. I couldn't sleep, and I needed some fresh air."Nikolai stared at me, his dark eyes searching my face as if looking for a crack in the story. "I've been