Married To The Russian Mafia Boss

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ny sleep throug

from the darkness, just inches from mine, the words he said yes

day turned wedding day trying to make sense of my current situation. Letting out a disg

en ripped out from under my feet and without an anchor, I had come crashing down i

y girl to wife-to-be, and now I was married to a man wh

life get

out of my thoughts. I realised then that

t my mind in a twisted s

nto him after what he said to me was eno

h myself for allowing him to ha

hat almost transpired between the two of us is still fresh in my mind, s

nt his fingers brushed my skin, it was as

appened if his lips had pressed against mine the way I wanted them to, and ye

his lips pressed

highs at the image and I

was bad. R

I was concerned the phrase was nothing but a lie conc

on the other hand? Th

othing more than lust. It was simply my body's re

m to... Make

w how to make love to a woman. He probably slept with w

I knew very few women who would pass up the opp

us as Nikolai, sparked within the female gender that could no

who fawned over him. I had to be sma

o wait until my b

rced myself into a sitting position and tossed my legs off

my body over to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room, and once I'm in front of the m

s of brown hair stick all around in different directions away from the bun I had tied my hair up in the n

ked te

ob in my temple that was not going to change today. If anything, the events of

work out a few knots, but after a while, I give up

n, and this time, I'm f

y clothes and hea

f space to move around. Steam quickly fills the room as the

A pink towel hangs off the rack, and I reach for it, wrapping it aro

n the doors. I scan the rows of neatly

was already here, my brain hadn't proces

had managed to transport my clothes from my

had worn off and morphed into gratitude that I at least had s

d've been very

n baggy high-waisted jeans and a ti

the strands of my still-damp hair a couple of times un

downstairs. The rich scent fills the air, mingling with a hint of sy

ng on a stool at the kitchen counter. Her tiny feet swing back and forth above the fl

t yellow dress that matches the yellow

shoulder, stands beside her, cradling a bowl of what I as

abric. The blouse is slightly fitted at the waist giving her a playful yet re

s if she could hear my thoughts her eyes c

household to look like. She looks... normal, h

the bowl on the counter. Kira doesn't look up. She's too bu

f me and before I realise what is happening,

t not a thing with the

away once she notices that I m

d towards me, her smile never faltering, "I'm Kateri

i had a

uring dinner last night but you never came down. Was everything okay? I wanted

Iv

be your husband's best friend. I guess that makes us a

but I wasn't going to tell her that. My stomach picks

eat and heat rushes to m

the empty stool beside Kira and I do without any hesitation. "Luckily I had a feeling that you'

pancakes?" I reply, trying and failing to sound undisturbed by the fact that

ip pancakes are Kira's favourite too," She winks at the five-year-old, who

aims, her grin stretching wide as she excitedly

with a laugh, ruffling the dark c

ate chip pancakes in my direction and

ita", she says, an

l", she explains in Engli

od, then g

xed with the rich melted flavour from the chocolate chips instantly flo

are really good,", I say. Kat claps exci

th satisfaction, "I mean I hoped you would, I wasn't exactly sure how y

her confession . "You we

al. Up until now I never thought people like her

ly, she'll eat anything I make

e scrunching in disbelief at the insinuation. Kat la

ve me too much to hurt my feelin

t doesn't surpress the

t that's besides the point." She pauses her brows furrowing slightly, "What I mean to say

h as Kat, dumps a generous portion of thick

tter in a circular motion and waiting for the

ion I intended to ask. I had so many questions ab

e you and Niko

n. His Mother practically raised me and after my father pas

e into a plate before dumping anot

osing my father. Despite the obvious cracks in our relations

ather was a disgusting bastard who derived pleasure from beating me and

er tone as she speaks of her father's death. Words elude me and I'm confused on how to respond. T

nce at Kira. I wonder if it's

bably meant that she was immune to

usiness being present in the

er eyes are focused on her meal, like she didn't just hear

s completely oblivious to her father's line of work. She had probably picked up by

rceptive that

ensuring the other side is golden to perfectio

olai. Their personalities were completely different. Whereas s

ently similar than it

trides into the kitchen. His presence automatically causes my fork to f

down from her stool and runs up to the m

blonde man offers her a warm smile, his

a" the man says, his eyes sparking with amusement as he

cted someone who acted similar to Nikolai. There was a playful air around him, not at all like the

hing with genuine warmth at the sight of him. She wipes her ha

he affection the two share for each other bleed into the room

les against his lips. The sight causes my face to flush with heat and I quickly look aw

Gr

sparkling with amusement. Ivan whispers something to her in

m." (I thought you said you won't be joining us for breakfast) She

d then his gaze shifts to me "