Adrik Volkov, a significant figure in the Russian Mafia known for his cunning and strategic mindset, is on a mission to avenge his family's tragic death. To fulfill his vendetta, he enters into a marriage with Grace Amber, the daughter of Michael Am...
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It's crazy how easily a single moment can change your life. One moment everything is perfect, it's roses and myrtles until everything is gone. It's perfect until that one incident occurs and our life changes from roses to thorns. Happiness changes to sadness.
My child is gone. They're dead. They died before I even got a chance to see them, before I got to hold him or her in my arms and kiss his or her cheeks and forehead. It's gone before I got a chance to feed him and play with him. I didn't get the chance to shower them with kisses and hear them giggle and laugh.
It's not fair. What did I do to deserve this? I had tried. I had tried eating even when I didn't want to.
My child died. I couldn't take care of it. If I would have eaten properly and not been this careless and had taken proper care of myself my child would have been alive. I killed my child. It's dead because of me. It's my fault.
It's completely my fault. My child is gone. I killed it. I killed my child. I am a murderer. I killed my child.
"Luna, please stop crying, it's not your fault," Adrik whispers as I sob against his chest.
"I killed my child," I sobbed, hitting his chest. Why am I hitting him? It's not his fault. My child died because of me.
"No baby, it's not your fault. You didn't kill our child," he murmured to me cupping my face as he wiped my tears.
"You-you had promised me. You had promised me that you wouldn't let anything happen to my child but it's dead now," I yelled at me as more tears cascaded down my face.
He had promised me. He had promised me that he would protect me and my child but he failed.
My mom left me. My dad was a fucking bastard. My child too. He died. Everyone leaves me. It's my fucking fault.
"I'm so sorry, Luna. I'm so fucking sorry," he uttered as I continued crying against his chest.
"I want my child back," I screamed against his chest and continued doing so until I couldn't breathe properly.
"Sir, the doctor would like to see you," a nurse told Adrik as he nodded and dismissed her.
"Luna, I'll be back in a few, okay? Please stop crying. It's not your fault, baby," he uttered to me as I nodded, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
It's not my fault. He is right. It's not my fault. I had tried but I had failed. It's the Russian Mafia. It has taken a lot from me. I was constantly trying and I was fucking worried about my child.
It's because of the Russian Mafia I lost my mom. They had brutally killed her. I had almost lost my life. I lost my brother emotionally. Adrik even killed my father. Yes, he was abusive but still he was my father. Adrik even took him away from me.
I still remember the night of the fire. The night that destroyed my life. I was fucking dumb who thought it's okay to was in love with the enemy. Adrik might now be the enemy but he is related to them. I am fucking dumb.
I am not the problem, it's the Russian Mafia. Kai was right, I should not fall into the emotional trap. He first coerced me into marriage and then he forced a child into my womb. I was the one first to his fault.
It's over. We are over.
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