All Chapters of The Pakhan's Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ZARYA ROGOVFixing the ring on my finger, I entered the kitchen that was bustling with servants. I stood near the doorway, contemplating my life.If I disobey him. If I refuse to do anything he commands me, what would he do?Kill me? No, he wouldn't do that, not yet.Was he not afraid that I would poison his food?What if I just...disobey him?The idea of going against his command was fearsome, but as a Rogov if I just gave in, that would be such a disappointment.I scratched the back of my neck. Now that I had finally gotten a little ground of the situation I was in, my mind was working overtime with possibilities."Ahem...miss?"I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my head to the right, only to find Alek standing there. He was dressed in his usual black crisp butler suit."Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded.His unfriendly eyes took in my fresh form before he gave me a brief nod and turned towards the servants working in the kitchen."Everyone," his voice came out loud and firm

ZARYA ROGOVI stood outside his room's door. My feet were unable to move. They were stuck. My thoughts ran wild with haunting possibilities. Why did he call me? What would he do?I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. My hands were already trembling."Get in." His voice rang in my ears like some horror spell. When I entered the room, I closed the door behind me and fisted my hands at my sides.His broad back faced me as he stood near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. The curtains no longer hid the outside world. His hands were in his pants pocket, and his stance was one of extreme dominance and danger."Uh...I didn't p-put that much salt in it. I-I don't know how that happened. You c-can ask Alek. H-He was there a-all the time." I tried to explain myself like a pathetic loser.He didn't answer; instead, he moved towards the side table and grabbed his phone, probably calling Alek. He told the old man to come to the room, and when he came, he first gave me a good look of uncertain

ZARYA ROGOV My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I stared at the door, not knowing what to do. My heartbeat matched the intensity of the knocking. I looked down at the broken phone and then back at the door. Not thinking much of it, I got up and limped towards the phone. Gripping the layered phone, I limped back on the bed, opened the drawer, and shoved the phone inside before closing it. I immediately lay back down on the bed, right on my stomach. I would pretend to be unconscious if that door opened on my unfortunate ass.And it did, the door slowly creaked open, followed by slow, deliberate steps that sounded like my doom. I tensed up. I was pretending to be unconscious, but my body was as stiff as a board.I felt him moving towards my bed, and I knew it was him the moment his strong scent invaded my senses. I tried my best to remain still. I heard a few more footsteps behind him.He wasn't alone.The room wasn't completely engulfed in darkness because I kept the restroom do

SERGEI MOROZOV The sound of the hospital machine beeping continuously fell on my ears as I sat in the chair by my grandfather's hospital bed. The old man held my hand in his wrinkled and weak one."You know right..." He began speaking, his voice throaty. He struggled to speak, yet he didn't stop speaking whenever I came to visit him."Your brother wasn't in love with her." He said, and my jaw twitched as I recalled the memory from eight years ago.It made my blood boil."She threatened him with the baby."*Cough* *Cough*"Don't speak anymore." I tried to suppress my commanding tone in front of him, but I just couldn't; it was rooted in me."Matvey was too soft; he fell for her tricks." He didn't stop speaking. Each word he spoke reminded me of the bitter past. "Rogov's took my Matvey." A tear slipped down his temple as he cried out. "I couldn't save him." Seeing him cry like that made my blood boil. He was once a man no different than me, and now he lay here, all sick and weak, al

The bed creaked under the strength of his thrust. He ran his tongue across his lips and grabbed the girl's hair roughly in his fist, making her moan.The room was filled with her moans, his groans, and the flesh slapping against each other.He chuckled and pushed her face down into the cushions. "Too loud." He groaned as the pleasure raked through his body. He spanked her cheek, making her jump as she pushed her hips back, asking for more."Such a whore." He smirked and spanked her again, going faster as he approached his release, and just as he was about to lose it all, his phone, which was resting on the bedside table, began ringing. He groaned and ignored the call. The bliss he was approaching was the most he looked forward to."Ahhh!" He groaned and threw his head back. Sweat beads rolling down his tattooed body. The girl has already released more than he could count, but this time she didn't approach her release, and he couldn't care less. He pulled out and lightly spanked her c