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*This chapter contains sexual content so if you’re underage or uncomfortable with sexual acts, this is your warning, the book is also rated mature and has a warning in the prologue*
Eleven months later;
The clicking of my high heels on clean marble echoed through the mansion.
I was confident about my look; I was wearing a black Kiki sleeveless dress with a black glossy original leather coat. I put on Versace platform booties that matched my outfits and was carrying a Balenciaga classic leather bag. Not only that, but I did beautiful nude makeup and tied my hair up with a claw clip.
I headed toward the stairs and my bodyguard Liam was standing there, waiting for me. Seeing me, he bowed to me and extended his hand. I put my hand on his and Liam helped me down the stairs.
The living space was bustling with activity, but when they noticed me coming down, everyone became quiet and stood up to show respect to me. I moved towards the sitting room, and my parents stopped whatever they were talking about when they noticed me and stood up from their seats. My father bowed to me without looking at me, and before I could greet him back, he walked out of there.
“Mrs. Kim—” My mother spoke and was about to bow to me, but before she could, I released my hold on Liam’s hand and grabbed my mother’s arms.
“Mom, how many times do I have to tell you not to embarrass me by giving me this respect?” I asked in a sharp voice.
“You are the wife of the leader of the Bratva so I have to respect you otherwise, your husband’s man will kill me,” she said in a low voice, pointing towards Liam, who was standing behind folding his arms on his chest and keeping an eye on us.
I cupped her cheeks and stroked her face with my thumb. “As long as I am alive, I will not let anyone even touch a single hair of yours, Mom.”
My mother offered me a beautiful small smile. “You came yesterday morning and are going back today. Leave after celebrating Grace’s birthday in the evening, Amy.”
“It’s his order to go back to Moscow with him, and you already know, Mom, I don’t go against his orders.”
There was sadness in my mother’s eyes because I did not get many chances to meet her, but I could not do anything about this matter even if I wanted to. “Take care of yourself and everyone else, Mom.” I stepped back, took out one of my black cards from my purse and extended it toward her. “Its password is eight three two zero. Don’t leave any stone unturned, and celebrate Grace’s twenty-second birthday with grandeur.”
“There’s no need for that, Amy—” I didn’t let her finish her word and before that, I held her hand and handed her the card.
“Buy yourself a beautiful dress and don’t forget to send me your beautiful pictures. I’m getting late, I have to go.”
