All Chapters of THE BRATVA KING’S PET {MXM}: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ILYA’S POVThe lace of my wedding suit felt like chains, wrapping around me tighter with every breath. The fabric was smooth against my skin, tailored to the bastard’s exact taste, cut and measured like I was being fitted into a role I hadn’t agreed to play. It may as well have been ropes binding me to my fate. This wasn’t ceremonial attire. It was a costume—a cruel joke. Not meant to make me beautiful but to make me Claimed.The thorns of the bouquet bit into my palms, the sharp pain grounding me. Blood welled under my grip, smearing the edges of the roses. I didn’t loosen my hold. I wanted to feel it, wanted the sting to drown out the boiling rage inside me. If I bled, at least it was still mine.But it wasn’t the roses or the suit that made my blood burn.It was him.Pavel Zaitsev stood at the altar, every inch of him radiating control. His broad shoulders were squared, his sharp jawline catching the light streaming through the cathedral windows. The scar along his jaw only added t

ILYA’S POVThe air in Pavel’s office was cold, even though the space itself was spotless and luxurious. The sharp scent of leather and polished wood filled my nose as I ran my fingers over the edges of the papers on his desk.I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be doing this.But after everything Pavel had done to me—trapping me in this marriage, poisoning me just to teach me a lesson—I had no choice.I needed something. Something to fight back with. I had woken very early, searching through the rooms weary of each CCTV I came across. I spent the rest of last night finding their blind spot but even now this seemed too easy.I felt as though he was watching, calmly waiting for me to be done, enjoying making a fool of myself.My hands trembled as I flipped through the files, my heart racing. Most of it looked like routine business transactions, but I knew better. Pavel didn’t run an empire on “routine.”Then I found it. A small black notebook hidden under a pile of invoic

ILYA“You sick psychopath!” I cursed, slamming the car door shut as I climbed out. Pavel emerged from the other side, a smirk firmly settled on his lips.My eyes drifted to his sleeves, soaked with blood. The bullet meant for me had grazed his arm, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck about it.“I almost died because of you! You dragged me into your war!” I screamed, seething with rage.“So?” He raised an eyebrow as if this were all some sort of joke. “Maybe next time, I’ll just let them take you,” he replied, his words dripping with mockery and nonchalance.I stared at him in disbelief. My lips parted as he strode past me, whistling to himself. My heart hammered against my ribs.God, I hated this man.I hated him so much I wanted to strangle the life out of him, but I couldn’t. He had proved that to me twice already.I was weaker than him.The automatic doors slid open as he walked inside, and I followed close behind, hot on his heels.“You should have! Nobody asked you for your begrudg

PAVELMy jaw ticked, my eyes not wavering off him as he made his way down the stairs, walking elegantly in the blue, silky, suit I got for him. The jacket featured an open-back detail the fabric had clung perfectly to his frame, complementing every part of his body.His hair ran carelessly as he kneaded his finger beneath it , making him look even sexier and more defiant. He looked dangerous; I loved it.He knew how to cause a scene, too bad he'd be making it with me.“Enjoying the view?” he asked, the frown on his face growing deeper as he approached me. Finally standing on the last flight of stairs, I tried hard not to roll my eyes at his comment.“Merely staring at you makes me want to puke everything I had for lunch,” I snapped, turning my gaze away and turning on my feet without waiting for a moment of his response.“Don't act funny, make baseless remarks, or try making an escape; you'd embarrass yourself, Ilya. Besides, I'm certain you won't want Ivan's head on a plate,” I asser

PAVELBloody fuck.He's poison; every word that came off his lips was no better than venom, and I just kissed him?“Are you insane?” he asked, spitting continuously against the grass. I watched without moving as he wiped at his lips aggressively and then turned back to face me, his eyes filled with rage.“You talk too much, Ilya. Weren't you so jealous earlier? What's so hurtful about a kiss?” I inhaled again, grinning wider, trying to mask my own surprise.I had kissed him without thinking, and if looks could kill, I bet I'd be dead by now.“You may be married to this facade we have going on, but if you bloody touch me without my consent again, I'll murder you,” he spat.A smile stretched across my lips, relieved to see he wasn't thinking too much into the kiss, just as I was.“Fine, are you ready to leave now?” I asked again, turning away before he could catch a glimpse of my broken expression.He didn't say a word; he stormed past me, finally reducing his pace as we drew closer to