Novel & Cerita Putin On The Ritz

She was very happy for her friend to shower her husband with praise. He drove them to a small, but yet elegant restaurant out of town. The Ritz lived up to its name. It looked like one of those places that you had to book reservations a year before. It was one of those places that Kristen and her father would bring their most important clients to convince them to buy shares. It mostly showed that their company was capable and it was a way of showing dominance. Adrian had taken her to that kind of restaurant, for some reason, that made butterflies gather in her stomach. The fact that he cared so much made her blush.

That was for me then. I poked my head out and he was sitting on the bed fiddling with my pole screws. “Seriously, how much is Putin paying you?” I moved my thumb towards the wardrobe. He looked up confused for a second and then it hit him. “Oh ha! I do alright. Here, how do I put this thing up?” “You’re putting it in here?” I asked as I grabbed my small suitcase to return to the wardrobe. “Yeah I want to lay on my bed while you do that upside down thing.”

“Then why did the most feared CEO in Russia look at you like you were dessert? And why did his cousin call you ‘little redhead’ right in front of the CEO’s wife?” “That was just… a provocation!” she tried to argue, but her voice came out weak, unconvincing. Tatiana placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. “Girl… You’re going to be at the reception. Next to Dmitry Rurik. That’s not nothing. It’s like… sitting beside the throne, with the king. And I heard how he spoke. It wasn’t an invitation. It was an order. And a very possessive one.” Susan felt her stomach churn once again. She lowered her eyes, finally admitting:

one journalist said with breathless excitement, “can the president’s running mate salvage what is left of this campaign? Or has this scandal, linked to an unnamed Russian crime lord, tainted them beyond repair?” On the deck of his luxury yacht back in Russia, Travanto Petrovich watched the broadcast unfold, a glass of champagne in his hand. He chuckled softly, swirling the golden liquid in his glass. “Well played, Siena,” he murmured to himself, lifting his drink in a silent toast. He particularly enjoyed how the media had referred to him as an “unnamed Russian crime lord.” It added just the right amount of mystery, enough to keep people guessing but not enough to draw unwanted scrutiny his

The Grand Meridian Hotel glittered like a jewel in the city's night, a facade of opulence masking the underworld dealings within. Vincent Russo, arm linked with Chris's, moved through the gala with predatory grace, shaking hands, sealing deals, his hand possessive on Chris's lower back. "Stay close," Vincent murmured, kissing Chris's temple. But the Volkovs were shadows, their plan uncoiling like a serpent. Natasha Petrova, disguised as a sultry socialite in a slinky black gown, approached Vincent during a quiet moment in the VIP lounge. Her eyes locked on his, a smirk playing on her lips.

“If it isn’t the poker-playing maid herself.” She’d been shocked to see her former boss’s beady eyes and sweaty face. Instead of a tropical shirt, he was dressed in the required jacket and tie, probably borrowed from the restaurant, since they didn’t fit his lumpy body. “Mr. Aldric,” she’d stammered. “What are you doing in St. Petersburg?” He came closer, crowding her space in the darkened hallway. “I’m here to collect a big debt. Thought I’d celebrate at the best restaurant in town.”

Petersburg with a formal event in the Winter Palace where the Czar has resided before the Russian Revolution. “Excited?” Salvatore smiled behind his glass of champagne at Marco across from him, chuckling at the wide-eyed look of his brother’s face sticking to the window of the jet, staring at the Russian skyline with glinting eyes. “A place rich in history. Thought it would be right up your alley,” “You have no idea,” Marco exhaled breathlessly, not tearing his gaze away with his breath catching in his throat at the beauty of the sight before him. While they were getting settled into their suite, Marco begged his brother to let him go sightseeing.

“There were many clues, trust me. The young man cowing at her elbow appeared to be at her beck and call, for one. His gaze never left her. I knew the type. From watching him, I was certain that Rory had become a Domme and he was her sub.” Richard picked up the knife again and finished chopping. He dropped the onion slivers and sliced jalapeño into hot oil. The fragrances of onion and pepper bloomed with the sizzle. “That night at the gala, she held court with some of the most powerful businessmen in Austria.” Richard said, “Natasha wasn’t one of them, but he was clearly friendly with leaders and high-profile businesspeople. He lifted his glass with the wealthy directors and presidents of int

I sat at the dining table with a law textbook open in front of me while a business channel played softly in the background. A reporter appeared on the screen. “With less than a week until the highly anticipated Russo Gala, excitement continues to build across the city. Sources claim several major investors, public figures, and international guests have already confirmed attendance…” I reached for my coffee. Another reporter appeared. “Many are calling it the most influential gathering of the year. Rumors suggest representatives from some of the country’s largest corporations will be present…” A few seconds later, Florida’s face appeared on screen. I groaned immediately.

"We are hoping to have an answer. We will try to acquire an interview with CEO Timothy Petrov soon" "In addition, the handsome bachelor was seen with the celebrity socialite Miss Sophia Saunters as they came out of the private hangar of the Petrov family" "Curious eyes of the public are now focused on the handsome heir who arrives with the very beautiful and sophisticated Miss Saunters. As we all know, Alek Vasili Wright grew up in front of the public's curious eyes. Son of the famous international model and fashion designer, Alexzia Montes-Wright, Alek Vasili was known for his exceptional criterion for women. Alexzia Montes-Wright has set an unattainable standard for her sons"