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Bride To Be... To Mrs Sokolov
Mila“Hey...” Jonathan walked up to me, sliding a protective arm around me and tugging me closer into his body. He questioned, “You okay?”“Yeah.” I answered as I nodded up at him. “Everything is just so... overwhelming.” I shrugged, my nerves overwrought. I admitted, “It feels like everything is happening so fast.” It hasn't been three months and everything has changed. From running away from my father and the wedding I didn’t want, to getting married to the love of my life against my wishes.I had never thought that something like that would happen but it did. And now the worst part was, I had become the person I hated. I had started to use the kindness and love of people against them.He cupped my cheek with his other hand and brushed a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Ev
Bride To Be... GoodBye
JonathanSomething was bothering my little mouse and I have no idea what. Unlike all the other times this time I couldn’t tell what was going on inside that mind of hers. She was unusually quiet and even her smiles were strained. And I didn’t like that. I hated to see even a strain on her delicate brow.I looked at the closed bathroom door wondering what to do. May be I should take her out. We should go somewhere for our honeymoon, away from my family and definitely send her brother back where he belonged. I don’t know why but I think his presence was only giving her more tension, maybe he was far away then she would relax a bit and not worry about him dying at the hands of my brother or someone else here.I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the chair near the fireplace as I decided that it had been more than en
Bride To Be... Stop the car
Mila“Are you sure?” Jasper asked for the third time.I nodded my head. “Yes. And I have a debt to pay.” I squeezed his hand. “And I am sure you will be back quickly.”The door opened, and my eyes met a familiar set of kind eyes. “Mila?” Jaha questioned, his surprise clear on his face.“Oh, Jaha!” I hugged him tightly.“I thought— What happened?” He fell into russian as his voice grew scared as he asked, “Ty v poryadke? Ty v opasnosti?” Are you alright? Are you in danger?I grabbed his old age wrinkled hands and said, “No, I am fine for the moment. I need to stay here for just an hour. If you will—”“Of course.” He pulled me inside but as he made to shut the doo
Bride To Be... I'm not going without you
Jonathan My brave, beautiful and stupid wife. God, how I wished to kiss her and throttle her at the same time. “Jasper, remember what I told you yesterday morning,” I said to Jasper, meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror. He nodded silently. My wife was right, he would listen to her and do everything she says. But not if it meant putting her in harm's way and this new running away mission she was on would definitely get her killed and everyone in this car. “What?” Mila demanded. “What did you say to him?” When I didn’t give her an answer she turned to Jasper. “What did he tell you to do?” Jasper too remained silent but of course, my little mouse wasn’t one to stay quiet. If she wanted something she would get it done just like she made a fool of myself just so she could get on with her fanci
Bride To Be... How are you Alive?
MilaI turned toJasper as Jonathan stepped out of the car, making my stomach squeeze painfully in dread. “What is he doing?” Instead of answering me, Jasper pulled the car from the curb and started to drive, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.“Oh... No...”I turned around at the horrified gasp from Sia. With my knees on the passenger seat I put my hand on the leather seat and turned around to look out through the rear window just in time to see how a group of men holding assault rifles circled around my husband and one of them punched him hard in the stomach.“Stop the fucking car!” I yelled at Jasper and tried to pull at his arm. My heart was screaming to get my husband back by my side.He easily shrugged
Bride To Be... Like a saviour
Mila I barged through the circle of men, pushing them aside, ignoring their curses and warnings. My feet came to a sudden halt and my stomach recoiled at what I saw. My husband was on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, with bruises marring his beautiful face. This beautiful, god like man was here, in this position because of me. For me. His stormy grey eyes darkened as they fell on me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He gritted out from the corner of his mouth that was bleeding along with a gash near his eyebrow. “Jona—” Rough hands grabbed me from either side, held my arms in tight grip as they pulled me back, imprisoning me. “Don't touch her.” Jonathan growled. Then his head snapped to the side and he said, “I broke the rule. I killed my father, leave her out of this.” I was trying
Bride To Be... Like a f.cking phoenix
JeremiahI stood at the threshold of the room that was kept as a souvenir where I lost a part of me. A part that makes me hate my own reflection and a part that made me fill with deep seated bitterness that refused to leave me. Because of which now I could no longer look at my own reflection without feeling rage and disgust at what I see and when I see it only feel the need to cause mayhem.From what I had heard, my father kept it as a reminder to get revenge from the man who was responsible for his loss of a wife and his heir.But me... seeing this, all I wanted to do was to alight it once again so that I wouldn’t have to recall the heat I had felt, the blow to my head, the sender of betrayal that had consumed me, the blood that had seeped out of my mother from the bullet between her chest. Like me, she hadn’t expected that.
Bride To Be... She forgave me...
JonathanThe funeral was a big fanfare. Not because all those people who attended my father’s funeral were his friends or respected him, only because they were showing their loyalty to the Sokolov family to not have any repercussions. The ruling family of the Russian mafia. And even then most of them weren’t here to bid goodbye to my dead father, no, they were here to see the man who had come back from the dead.They were here to speculate and show their surprise and their sympathy. Sympathy on how a father who mourned his son to his last breath didn’t get to see him alive. They blamed it on fate. But I say it was Karma. They were here to wonder how a man like Gerard Sokolov could die in his sleep. Because they didn’t know that he was killed, murdered by his own daughter in law.“Knyaz.”
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