Epilogue II Four years later… Jonathan “What are you doing?” I questioned as my wife entered my home office and closed the door behind her. I was still angry at her for going out during the curfew with her friends but this woman wasn’t someone you could stay mad at. In the four years since we have been together I could write a book on the things she had made me angry for and on the other hand I can count it on three fingers for the times I had managed to keep up my anger and hold back from her for more than an hour. But yesterday was one of those few days which sent me to a point of no return. I glared at her as once again the cold fear gritted me when I had re
Warning: Hope you like anti heroes, if not then this stories is not for you. It’s not an everyday romance. This book is Dark with explicit content for mature audiences (18+) It may contain sensitive material that many of readers might not be comfortable with. Please take the warning seriously and proceed accordingly.SynopsisMila (Carmella)I ran away. I did it. I ran away. Left everything I knew since the time I was born so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me.But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into
Two Years later Mila “Hey, get up!” Something poked me in the side that had gravelly voice. I blindly batted at the object but it was as persistent as the voice. “That’s my spot, blondie!” I blinked my eyes open, swàllowing the groan as my neck hurt from the awkward angle I had dozed off in. God, running was difficult. And that’s not just a morning run, I was referring to the literally running from one city to another. The ragged face that peered down at me has me scrambling up to a sitting position. “Who are you?!” I questioned in Russian, in the last four months since I came to this foreign country I had picked up more words and sentences than I was taught back at home for emergencies but I never paid much attention
Mila Not even a day and I already hated this place. There was too much cold and too much rain. Sun was like a guest from another country, only giving glimpses once in awhile. After changing into my new clothes in a public washroom I spent fifteen roubles on food, because going from place to place on foot was too much energy consuming. And no place was ready to give me a job. The first small café I had tried in for a job had told me there was no vacancy. Another had asked for valid address, I didn’t have any presently. Another had just looked at me, asked me a question in a rapid Russian and then shook their head at me. Now I was once again back at the place from where I had started. To my right was the station and to my left was what looked like a motel. I dragged myself to the motel and grimaced when the smell of oil and fish and meat hit my nose. When I
Mila I woke up late into the morning. For the first time there was no urgency of anything. When I got up, I had to shake the feeling of those grey eyes as I still felt like I was in the dream where he was standing just in front of me, looking down at me. It was the first time I was having this fascination with someone of opposite sex. I have experienced a few kisses here and there since I ran off from home but I didn’t feel this kind of magnetism for someone like I felt for him from just one look. But may be then, if I happen to kiss him like the other men I had in the past, my mind will instantly go to that dark horrible place, where the monsters were standing around me while the despicable and most horrendous of them touched me. And that was an end of my fantasy about that handsome stranger.I stood up from the mattress bed I was sleeping in, and made my way to the stairs. Jaha was already sitting behind the counter, he wished me good
Mila Surprisingly, Lexa didn’t just help me in selecting the outfit, she also hired a cab and accompanied me to the office building where I was supposed to work in her place. Now as I stood in front of the elevator looking at my reflection in the squeaky, clean steel doors, I cursed that homeless man and rain for ruining my blonde wig. It felt odd without a wig on my head. But I still looked different. When Lexa had suggested to curl my hair, I had denied her offer and tucked my hair into a tight bun, leaving a few strands strategically arranged around my face. Then, I had taken a coat that was a size too big to keep my figure hidden from other eyes as she had really done a good job of dressing me up but I didn’t want the attention. I had always hated the attention. And all the while when I had done something to hide beneath makeup, she had looked at me in an odd way and I wondered if she thought that I was crazy. But I couldn’t risk being found out
Mila From— Miss Clinton Subject— My arsehôle boss Date— 22 April 2019, 14:35 To— Lexa Clinton Fine. You were right. He is an arsehôle and I do want to quit. Your friend Mila .
Jonathan I clenched my fingers around the fork as another low gasp escaped the poor girl standing to my left by my brother's side. His hand was wrapped around her waist and from here I could see how tight he was gripping her. And the look on his face told me he was doing it intentionally.“Jonathan.” My gaze went to my father’s, even though he looked better than the last time, I didn't like the cold glint that shimmered in his eyes.“Yes, father.”“We have decided to cast a vote.” I stilled at his words because I knew what was he going to say next. “Lez has showed far more interest in the family than you, and it's time that he step up for the family if you won’t.”“He's the youngest.” I said, ignoring the subtle way my brother shifted.My father's eyes honed on me. “Will you then finally step up?”“Its not my place either.” I replied, barely controlling myself from upending the whole table and put an end to this dinner. Because lik