~~CECILIA~~/Take full advantage of your freedom/ Alista had told me.Well fuck if I won't listen to that advice.Since I came into this gorgeous prison I've not had a single chance to really explore the mansion. And now knowing my privileges, why the hell not?I had nothing better to do anyways.I took a shower, and before throwing on some clothes, stood before the mirror, naked to look at myself.My stomach was starting to show, although still not obvious, as long as I am not wearing something tight.Three months have passed.Just six months till I welcome my bundle of joy and I still pray daily that I won't have my child in this hell hole.But what can I do in these six months?Hopefully, something.I wandered through the spacious rooms of the mansion, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors.As always, the grandeur of the place was something to behold, a stark contrast to the life I had known before. It was a world of opulence and extravagance, a far cry from the
~~IVAN~~“What on earth do you think you are doing, boy?”I raised my brow at my uncle, amazed at his tone, which seemed like he was talking to a kid.Does he think that I'm a child?“What do you mean?”“How could you speak to me in such a manner? In the presence of a slave nonetheless?”Oh, fuck. His face was scowled, squeezed in anger. I was almost afraid that his veins would burst.Now wouldn't that be a good riddance for us all?“Uncle Ivan,” I called, shaking my head, “I only pointed out what was true to you. I really won't have you coming into my quarter to disrespect my people. You don't see me doing that to you.”“I'm your uncle, boy o!!”“And there has to be boundaries!” My retort was angrier than I intended it to be, and it made his eyes widen. I cleared my throat and continued in a calmer tone, “forgive me for being rude. But that's how it is. Keep your rules in your quarter, and I'll handle mine how I want to. I'm not a kid" He seemed surprised, and honestly this should b
~~CECILIA~~The way Petrov's eyes widened as the words left his mouth was almost comical.Guess he didn't mean to say that. But he recovered from his shock in seconds, and replaced it with a deep scowl.I got out of the pond, water dripping from my body and didn't miss the way his eyes glistened as he took in my sight, from head, to my breasts where they stayed for several minutes before moving to my stomach.And it was weird- but I could swear his gaze softened and the side of lips tugged a little as he stared at my belly.I stretched my hand and took a towel from the chair to cover up my body.Enough with the gawking.Although I was doing a gawking of my own because...who could ever get used to staring at this?I shook my head defiantly.Don't admire the devil Cecil. Do not admire the devil."I already asked them to prepare something for you, so you can go upstairs for some breakfast." He said, and his soft tone surprised me."Thank you."He didn't say another word. Only put his han
I frowned, because surely they are kidding me.What makes them believe that I can make Don Petrov lose his guard with me?That I'm that special?Somehow she must have noticed my expression because she chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder."Trust me Cecilia, you have what it takes." I shook my head, "No I don't think I do. Haven't you met him? Plus he hates my guts.""Does he?" The masked man whispered, sarcasm dripping from his words.His voice sounded vaguely familiar, just a little.Or maybe I'm just imagining things."Yes he does.""Listen Cecilia," she grabbed my hand, shaking it desperately, "Listen to me very attentively. In this country, Mafias are the cruellest men known on earth. Any creature who is bought as a slave by them would rather go through literal hell, because it's a fate worse than hell. Slaves are nothing. They sleep out with the dogs, are used, raped by their owners whenever it pleases the bastards. They don't have a will."My stomach turned violently and I
~~IVAN~~The shrill ring of my phone cut through the stillness of the room, and I swiftly reached for it. Brent's name flashed on the screen, and I answered the call."Hey asshat," he called, sounding out of breath. "You just what for a run? Can I know why you are calling me this early in the morning?""I have news for you so I think you better come down here for this.""What's the matter?" I inquired, my voice carrying a sense of urgency. Brent sighed, "I followed up on our man from Ka Corpe personally and I managed to get some shit out of him. However Ivan..."I raise my brow at the drastic change in his time. "We don't wanna risk his life so we need to ensure he's covered and looked after. We can't risk La corpe finding out about this and dealing with him.""Here's a thought," I said, dragging myself out of my bed, "why won't he kiss them goodbye for good. He can join our undercover men."What on earth was I saying?"You know that's risky as hell Ivan. And he's more useful over
~~CECILIA~~"Does it have to be that close to the bed?" Alistair whined for the hundredth time in the last five minutes and as always, I ignored her and kept my focus on the crib I was re-arranging.For some reason, Ivan had decided to just change the crib he got earlier. Not that I could complain because this second one was way bigger and more beautiful and I had insisted that I want it attached to my bed.Which Alista objected to but who cares?"I love how excited you are about this baby." She whispered sitting on my bed as I finished attaching the last piece.I stand up and wipe away the beads of sweat on my forehead with my sleeve."I have to be excited. My baby is the only family I have left and I can't wait to have them here."She smiles, "You are going to be a very great mother."I do not know about that. I was never prepared to be a mother but I would definitely try my best to be one."Thank you Al.""I hope you do not mind me asking but....who is the father?"My heart drops a
~~CECILIA~~Although it was dark, I could see the smile on the man's face as I laid out my condition but he said nothing.They both said nothing.I huffed out in frustration and stumped my feet rather childishly, not that I cared. If they want my help, if they want me to do this, then I am in a place to make demands. And this is the least they could choose to do."I am very serious," I said, breaking the annoying silence, "this is what I'm going to get in return.""How are you sure…that your brother is not dead?" The girl asked, folding her hands. Tonight she was just wearing a black short gown and her hair down her shoulders."How am I sure that he's not alive? That's why you guys have to help me out here. If he's alive I want to find him. If he's not …." My breath hitched a little because that was something I didn't want to imagine now, "if he's not alive I want to confirm too, just as a closure. So do we have a deal?""Never expected you'd be asking for something in return," the ma
~~CECILIA~~Luckily, Ivan didn't say a word to me as he ate the pasta I made him. I had to applaud his courage and endurance because I took a bite of the mess, and I had to shove the plate aside because the food was the opposite of bad.I wanted to feel bad for him, as he shoved spoonfuls and spoonfuls into his mouth without even wincing, but I couldn't.I enjoy knowing that I could make him suffer, even though this was unintentional.Once he finished the food, he pushed the plate aside and wordlessly left the room while I stifled a laugh.Yeah, that should serve you right psycho.Although it was sweet, very sweet that he endured the horror I had presented on a plate, just so he wouldn't hurt my feelings and…Sweet???I shook my head with a frown. It's not sweet. There's nothing sweet about the bastard. Nothing at all.I am not dumb and I'm not a child. I know damn well that this overnight softness has an ulterior motive behind it. And I ain't falling for that.I made a toast for myse