All Chapters of The Scarred Bride For The Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Anya.“Where do you think you’re going to?”Fingers clamped around my ear and twisted. I gasped, and the mug I was hiding behind my back nearly slipped from my grasp.“Mama, please, I only wanted to—”“Quiet.” My mother dragged me backward from Yelena, my twin sister’s door, and tears formed in my eyes from how terribly my ear ached with her pinching.She pulled me along like an animal down the hallway, her strong perfume choked me hard. “Do you know what day this is? Your father has spent months preparing for today. A man who can make or break this family is going to walk through our front door any moment from now, and here you are! Creeping through the halls like a rat looking for crumbs!”“I was only going to show Yelena—” I tried to speak, to explain, but Mama hissed, cutting me off instantly.“Yelena is resting. She has locked herself in to prepare, and she is not to be disturbed by you!”“This is a gift! I made a gift.” My ear burned as I struggled to push the words out. “For D

Tariq.The black car glided through the gates of the Sorokin estate, past the guards, and out onto the roads of Moscow.I leaned my head against the glass as one name rang clearly in my head.Yelena.There was something strange about that name, but the girl who bore it intrigued me even more.I could see her eyes, green and sharp in my memory as she spoke to me.She dared to tell me what I could do and not do. Yelena asked whether I even knew her. And as if that wasn’t stupid enough, she had lifted her chin and looked at me as though I were a problem she needed to avoid.A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.No one dared to look at me that way. Absolutely no one.Men would beg to come even an inch closer to me and beg for their lives when they offended me. Women would flock around me, desiring to have their names tied to me, or their bodies. Not one woman in fifteen years had stepped back from my touch as though it might burn her.“Boss,” Ruslan, my right-hand man, called quietly.