The Devil's Redemption

The Devil's Redemption

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The Russian mafia boss, who is engaged to a woman he can't stand, and a woman who works for the Criminal Investigation Department as an agent and a forensic pathologist. Two people from different worlds meet in a dark alleyway; fate does its work and connects their lives together. ____________ "I know you all are curious," he began, his Russian accent thick and unmistakable. "But the only thing you need to remember is that this beautiful woman," his hand rested possessively on my shoulder, "is Eleanor Morozov." His eyes swept over the room, challenging anyone to dispute his claim. "But most importantly, she is mine." "Every word that comes out of her mouth," he says, his voice echoing through the cavernous room, "will hold as much power and meaning as my own. You disrespect her," he pauses, his gaze sweeping over each man, "you die. You look down at her, you die. You think of her in any way but as my equal, you die, and the process will be... unpleasant." Vlad takes his seat beside me, his hand resting casually on the arm of the chair. "Now that we have that cleared up, let's continue what we're here for."
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"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

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