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Vanya.Motherhood had rewritten the shape of my days.Months before the twins, I’d pace about the large mansion, trying to see the beauty in a place I’d come to consider home.I’d visit the kitchen and the gardens and spend time lazing in the room while waiting for Ivan’s return.But with Tasya and Senya, I had a whole different experience to look forward to.At three months old, the twins were loud and demanding. They wanted food at all times, and they took every soft hour I had to relax. Karena had assigned maids to the nursery, but I’d taken out time to interview eligible nannies with her and selected two capable nannies for each of the twins. Sofia was always with me, always excited to see her siblings and it was heartwarming watching her as she tried to comfort the twins.I also visited my mother in her room whenever I could. She was much better and could walk around a little. I didn’t have much time to converse with her, but each little time we did manage to salvage was alway

He’d suckled them last night, but I never imagined that he would do it again so soon, and my head fell back when his mouth latched around one nipple, sucking on it. I felt the milk flow from me, into his mouth, and he took it down, drinking it without hesitation. My fingers gripped his hair as his tongue slid out, lapping and licking and swiping on my areolas before he took it into his mouth again.Ivan’s eyes were dark and I couldn’t control the intense pleasure rolling through me in waves when he released my breast and looked up at me, his lips shiny with milk.“You taste divine,” he said, satisfactorily.I should be disgusted, but it was crazy how much of a kick I got from both his words and his actions.“Aaaah!” I cried when his mouth found the swollen, sensitive weight of the other breast. He suckled just like he did with the other, making little sloppy sounds as he fondled the other breast.My eyes rolled back, my lips parting as I drew his mouth away from my breast and presse

My throat tightened. I’d forgotten that I’d extended an invitation to her, but at the same time, confrontations such as this were meant to happen, and I had nothing in particular to feel guilty or cautious about except her bitterness.“You must be pleased,” Svetlana said, her voice dripping with condescension as she smiled ruefully at me. “Everything has worked out so well in your favor, hasn’t it?”I said nothing, maintaining a steady smile as I glanced around casually at the crowd.Svetlana scoffed, but obviously my silence wasn’t enough for her to back down as she pressed on furiously. “You used Ivan’s pity for you to work your way into this family the same way you had used it to trap my son,” she sneered, her voice rising slightly enough to make the two people not too far from us glance toward us.I met her eyes. “Whatever has happened to your son is not something you get to lay at my feet, Svetlana. Nikolai made his own choices. It’s not my fault that he fell for me. I never beg

Vanya. Twenty years had passed, and the Petrov mansion had never stopped remembering. Ivan was sixty now, though he hardly looked his age. The black hair that once made him look carved from stone was threaded with silver at the temples, but his handsome features, broad shoulders, and tattooed body still made him look like a man in his early forties. The man all of Moscow feared still commanded the same respect and authority he had twenty years ago. He no longer left at dawn and returned at midnight. His men ran the business for him now, and they came to the mansion with their files and their reports instead. His title had grown too. He wasn’t only the Don of Moscow anymore. He was a godfather, a name spoken in lowered voices in rooms across Russia. And still, he had not found his son. Vanya sat alone in the bedroom with the curtains half drawn, her fingers curled around the edge of the armchair. The evening light fell across the floor, and she didn’t see that she’d been at

Her daughter’s dark hair fell in glossy waves down her back, her nails were perfectly painted, and her eyes were glued to the glowing screen.“I’m starving,” she announced, and walked right past her mother, going to kiss her father on the cheek.Vanya watched her go.Motherhood hadn’t turned out the way she had imagined it in the hospital twenty years ago, with two small babies breathing against her chest.She had pictured herself raising both of them. She had pictured the three of them growing up together, with Senya’s cries echoing through the halls and Tasya’s laughter chasing after.Instead, she had raised one child with one eye always on the door. She had been present, but part of her was always somewhere else, waiting for a phone to ring.She knew it had made her sharp and bitter. She had snapped at Tasya for things that didn’t deserve it and smothered her with rules out of fear that she would lose her too.And somewhere along the way Tasya had learned to give back exactly what