Brielle Clarke ~•~I was finally able to make use of the library Maxim had made for me.I noticed that some of the books were missing which made me laugh. Some of the hardcore killers living in this house were also interested in reading. It was fascinating.While reading, I could not stop my mind from drifting to my birth mother. She was snatched away from me as soon as I was born and I was not privileged to even know the truth about it.That had to explain why I had brown hair and my siblings all had blonde hair. It was something they made fun of since we were little. I wondered when they knew we were half-siblings.Things changed for the worst when I was eight years old. Even before then, I knew my mother resented me but at eight, my siblings started to treat me the same way she did.Did she reveal it to them since then? How were they able to keep it a secret and continue treating me like trash? I had so many questions with no one to answer them.Was what Mikhail told me the truth?

Brielle Clarke~•~For the second time, I woke up to find myself in an unknown room. This time, I was not on a bed.My hands were restricted as they were tied behind the chair I was sitting on. My legs were also tied to the chair. I didn’t know what kind of rope had been used on me, but with any movement, they dug into my skin, cutting violently.I opened my eyes, blinking severally to get used to the harsh light. When I finally did, I noticed that there was a chair opposite me and a man was sitting on it.He looked like a typical Russian but he had a scar that ran from the left part of his eye down to his chin, making him look scarier than necessary.From my experience of being kidnapped, I knew not to panic because that was exactly what my kidnappers wanted.I looked toward the man who had been watching me sleep and I asked. “What is the time?”He looked amused but he checked his watch. “It’s past eight. You’ve been asleep for a few hours now.” His Russian accent was so heavy that I

Brielle Clarke ~•~Fortunately for me, Ivanov did not touch me inappropriately but that did not stop my ass from hurting really bad. He was also kind enough to leave me a duvet.I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. I was scared to sleep. If I went to sleep, what would happen? What if Ivanov came in here when I was sleeping?It did not seem like Ivanov was the kind to rape someone in their sleep though. He would most likely want me awake and conscious so he could prove that he had the power between us and could use it however he liked.As soon as the ache in my ass dulled, I stood up from the bed and decided to put my clothes on, but my top had been ripped, along with my panties. Not letting it deter me, I put on the jeans. At least, my pussy was covered now.I was thirsty as fuck and I needed water but there was nothing in the room. There was only one door that led outside and when I tried it, it didn’t budge.There was no window and there was absolutely no way I could escape. I had hea

Maxim Vasiliev ~•~It was a good thing I was not the one driving – my men hadn’t allowed me to – because we would have been in some kind of accident by now because of my urgency.I kept telling the driver to go faster, but it reached a point where he stopped listening to me. This was a character trait most of my men possessed. They listened to me no matter what but when I stopped being reasonable, they stopped giving me a listening ear.My mind was unsettled and I could barely keep still on the drive back to the house. As soon as we entered the gate and the car started slowing down, I was out before he could pull over properly.“Boss.” Some of the men acknowledged me but I paid them no mind. I took the stairs three steps at once and it was not long before I was in front of Brielle’s room.Before I could push it open, Mikhail came out, closing the door behind him.“How is she? Is she alive?”He chuckled even if I didn’t find anything funny about the situation. “Chill. She’s fine.”I l

Maxim Vasiliev~•~I was itching to get rid of Ivanov because how dare he? He was such a sick motherfucker. It was obvious he used the college kid. Why though? Did he send him so he could find out just how possessive I was of Brielle? Was that why he kidnapped her and decided to use her against me?Brielle and I had such an intimate moment that day. It was dark and twisted but that was the day I knew Brielle could match my energy. She was not disgusted by me. She was not put off by the fact that an almost dead man was watching us fuck.She was made for me. To think that Ivanov had seen it all. Hell, imagine if he had the sound on. The sounds Brielle had made that day were reserved for my ear but he didn’t think through before intruding.And letting her know he had the tape? Dick move.Speaking of the devil.My phone rang and I saw that it was Ivanov, but I didn’t answer just yet. I needed not to blow up on him. I needed to strategize. I didn’t just want to kill him. I wanted to tortu