I sit in my dimly lit office, sipping on scotch as i review my schedule for the day. My Brigadir Viktor, stand awaiting instructions
"Today's agenda includes a meeting with our associates from the Gambino family," I say, my voice firm and commanding. "We need to discuss the upcoming shipment and ensure everything goes smoothly."
Viktor nods, taking note of the details. "Shall I brief the team, boss?"
"Yes, make sure they're aware of the plan. I don't want any screw-ups," i reply, my eyes narrowing.
As they prepare for the meeting, I pick up my phone watching feeds of my girl , she is having a bad dream, I can tell from the was she keeps moving restlessly like she is trying to escape someone, it's breaks my heart that I can't hold her to comfort her and chase away the nightmare. I watch my princess, my eyes taking in every inch of her body, her hair is a rich, dark brown, spread out on the pillow like a velvety blanket, her lips are full and inviting, slightly parted as she breathes softly in her sleep, her face is a picture of serenity, with smooth skin and delicate features that radiate peace. Her curves are softly outlined beneath the covers, a gentle reminder of her femininity. As she sleeps, she snores softly, a gentle hum that adds to her endearing presence. She is truly a goddess and all mine, it repeats over and over in my head as a smile curls my lips.
My door slams open pulling my attention, I sigh as I lean back. Why my brother never knocks, I don't know.
He heads my way, his face a picture of fury. His eyebrows are furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes blaze with anger, and his nostrils flare with each ragged breath.
As he approaches his me, gestures emphatically with his hands, his fingers curled into fists. His body language screams tension, from the tight set of his shoulders to the stiff-legged stride that eats up the distance between them.
"What's going on?" I ask, his voice low and menacing. "Dimitri just told me Natalia has arrived in town and she wants to proceed with the wedding plan.
I pace back and forth in front of my desk, anger and frustration boiling over. Natalia's arrival changes everything. We need to take action, and fast."
"I storm over to the door, and bang my fist into the wood as hard as I can. I pour all my anger into it, not giving a fuck if I crack the wood beneath my fist." Why? Why now?
In a luxurious mansion there was Natalia Petrova's whose life was a masterpiece of manipulation, crafted by her father, Vitaly Petrov, and her mother, a woman as cold as ice. From a young age, Natalia was groomed to become the perfect Невеста мафии,
Russian bride, a vessel for the Romanov brothers' power and influence. Her parents' ambition knew no bounds, and they spared no expense in shaping Natalia into the ultimate socialite.
As she grew older, Natalia's training intensified. She was schooled in the art of manipulation, learning how to weave a web of deceit and kindness that would ensnare even the most skeptical of hearts. Her mother taught her how to walk, talk, and smile, how to be the epitome of elegance and poise. Natalia's every move was calculated, every word scripted, and every gesture rehearsed but beneath the surface, Natalia was a cauldron of emotions, seething with ambition and resentment. She despised the idea of being a pawn in someone else's game, yet she was determined to play the role to perfection. Her parents' expectations hung over her like a guillotine, ready to drop at any moment if she failed to deliver, as she entered the world of modeling, Natalia's star rose rapidly. She was a stunning beauty, with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair that seemed to shimmer in the light. Her photoshoots were a whirlwind of activity, with cameras clicking and lights flashing as she worked her magic but Natalia's success was not solely due to her looks or talent. Her father's influence and connections had opened doors that would otherwise have remained closed. She was a puppet on strings, with her parents pulling the marionette's handles from behind the scenes.
Despite this, Natalia was a quick learner, and she soon mastered the art of manipulation. She knew exactly how to use her charm and beauty to get what she wanted, and she was ruthless in her pursuit of power. Her eyes were always on the prize, and she would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, as she climbed the ladder of success, Natalia's focus never wavered. She was determined to secure her place alongside the Romanov brothers, and she would do whatever it took to make that happen. Her parents' expectations were clear: she was to marry well, produce heirs, and cement the Petrov family's position in the Russian elite.
Natalia's every move was calculated, every decision made with precision and care. She was a chess player, always thinking several moves ahead of her opponents, and her opponents were anyone who dared to stand in her way. Natalia's network of informants and spies kept her informed about the Russian brothers' every move. She knew their schedules, their preferences, and their weaknesses. And she used this knowledge to her advantage, manipulating events from behind the scenes to ensure her place by their side but Natalia's greatest asset was her ability to deceive. She was a chameleon, able to change her colors to suit her surroundings. She could be sweet and innocent one moment, and ruthless and cunning the next. And she knew exactly how to use this to her advantage, as the Romanov brothers' influence grew, so did Natalia's ambition. She was a woman on a mission, driven by a fierce determination to succeed. And nothing would stand in her way, not even her own emotions.
In the world of high society, Natalia was a force to be reckoned with. She was a master manipulator, a woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. And as she rose through the ranks, her legend grew. She was the woman who would do whatever it took to get what she wanted, no matter the cost.
And yet, beneath the surface, Natalia was trapped. She was a prisoner of her own ambition, a slave to her parents' expectations. She was forced to play a role, to wear a mask that hid her true feelings. But she knew that she had to keep playing the game, no matter the cost
For Natalia, the stakes were high. She had to succeed, no matter what.
Natalia stepped out of her sleek black sedan and onto the manicured driveway of the Romanov Brothers' estate, her heels clicking against the pavement. She was a vision in designer finery, her raven-black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Her emerald green eyes sparkled like gemstones as she surveyed the estate's imposing facade, her full lips curled into a calculated smile, as she made her way towards the entrance, the workers scattered, their faces a blur of fear and deference. They knew better than to cross Natalia Petrova, the woman destined to become the Romanov Brothers' bride. She had a reputation for ruthlessness, for getting what she wanted no matter the cost. And she always got what she wanted.The brothers' personal assistant, a man with a face as expressionless as stone, greeted her with a slight bow.
" Невеста мафии, it's a pleasure to see you. The Pakhan and Vor v Zakone are expecting you." She didn't even bother to spare him a glance.
Natalia's smile widened as she swept past him, her eyes scanning the opulent interior of the estate. She knew every room, every corridor, every hidden nook and cranny. She had spent countless hours here, learning, manipulating, and plotting. Just as she entered the main living area, the Romanov Brothers strode in, their faces chiseled from granite, their eyes piercing. "Natalia, what brings you here today?" Ryurik asked, his voice low and even.
Natalia's gaze flickered to the workers cowering in the corner, their faces bruised and battered. "I see you've been having some...issues with your staff," she said, her voice dripping with innocence. "I've taken the liberty of...encouraging them to be more...cooperative."
The brothers exchanged a skeptical glance. "What do you mean?" Aleksandr asked, his voice a little sharper. Natalia's smile never wavered. "Oh, just a little...motivational exercise. You see, I've been instructing them on the importance of loyalty and discretion, and they needed a bit of...persuasion. The brothers faces darkened, their eyes narrowing. "Why are you here, Natalia?" Aleksandr repeated, his patience wearing thin. Natalia's gaze locked onto theirs, her eyes flashing with determination. "I'm here about the Winter Ball and our wedding preparations," she said, her voice firm. "I demand to know why I haven't received any details, I won't be left in the dark." Natalia's voice echoed through the mansion as she confronted the Romanov brothers.
The brothers exchanged a weighted glance, their expressions inscrutable. "The Winter Ball is a gathering of the major mafia organizations and we will talk about the wedding not now, let us get over with the winters ball," Aleksandr explained, his voice measured. "Every Mafia family all over the globe will be present at the winters ball. It's a celebration of our...strong standing, our power and influence."Natalia's eyes sparkled with excitement, and I need to know what's expected of me. I haven't even received a dress, let alone shoes or jewelry. What kind of host would I be if I showed up looking like a pauper?"
The brothers' faces remained impassive, but Natalia could sense the tension between them.
Natalia's face contorted in a perfectly timed mixture of shock and outrage. "A dress? You expect me to just magically have a dress for the Winter Ball? I haven't even ordered one yet! And what about the designer shoes? The winery glasses from Europe? The table settings? Everything is a mess! You're the hosts, the Romanov family, and you're going to make me look like a slob?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the estate. "You're trying to disgrace me, aren't you? I'm not ready, there's been no preparation…..
The Romanov brothers exchange a look, seemingly unimpressed by Natalia's outburst. Ryurik, one of the brothers, raises an eyebrow and responds dryly, "As a model, shouldn't you be able to figure out what to wear?" What do you want us to do, Natalia? Pick a dress for you or start designing one?" he asks, his tone laced with sarcasm.
The workers, on the other hand, remain stoic, their faces expressionless. They've been trained to maintain a professional demeanor, even in the face of Natalia's tantrums. However, one of them might subtly glance at the brothers, awaiting further instruction or confirmation on how to proceed. Natalia's demeanor shifted dramatically as she composed herself, her expression transforming from outrage to determination. "Fine," she said, her voice measured. "I'll ensure everything is perfect for the Winter Ball. But I'll need funding. I estimate around $500,000 should suffice for the planning and execution."
The Romanov brothers exchanged a look, seemingly exhausted by her antics. "Very well," Aleksandr said dryly. "We'll have our secretary wire the funds to you. Let's hope this is the last of your...drama."
The secretary, a bespectacled man with a poised demeanor, nodded discreetly. "I'll arrange for the transfer immediately."
With the funding secured, Natalia's smile returned, this time with a hint of triumph. "I'll make sure everything is flawless. The Romanov name will be proud."
As she departed, the brothers shared a skeptical glance. They knew Natalia's reputation for manipulation, and they wondered what she had planned.
As Natalia turned to leave, she caught the eye of a worker who was openly staring at her, mouth agape, and fingers counting the amount mentioned earlier. The worker's eyes widened in awe, and she whispered to herself, "Wow, that's such a huge amount of money." The other workers nearby bowed their heads, avoiding eye contact with Natalia.
Natalia's gaze narrowed, and she strode over to the worker. "You seem impressed," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. With a swift motion, she summoned the guards. "Take her away. She needs to learn some discipline. "
The guards dragged the poor maid out of the room, her eyes wide with fear. She was taken to a secluded area of the mansion, where she was subjected to physical punishment.
The punishment was swift and merciless. She was forced to kneel on the cold floor, her hands tied behind her back. The guards administered lashes to her back, the pain searing and intense.
As the punishment continued, her cries echoed through the mansion, a stark reminder of the consequences of disobedience. The Romanov brothers and Natalia watched from a distance, their faces impassive.
After the punishment, the maid was left to recover in a small room, her wounds unattended to . She was warned that any further mistakes would result in more severe punishment.
The punishment was meant to serve as a deterrent, to ensure that the staff remained loyal and obedient. Meanwhile, the Romanov brothers retreated to their study, tired of Natalia's drama. "Let's focus on the meeting," Aleksandr said, shutting the door behind them.
Ryurik stormed into the room, his face twisted in frustration. "Aleksandr, we need to talk about Natalia," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I don't know how much more of this I can take. She's manipulative, and controlling.
"I don't want to marry her, Aleksandr ," Ryurik said, his voice firm. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life with her, we need to find a way to sort her out, and fast."
Aleksandr's face reddened as he turned to Ryurik, his voice rising in frustration. "Can't you see I'm doing everything I can to sort this out?! You know I despise Natalia just as much as you do, but Father's plans...they're complicated. I'm trying to find a way to get us out of this arrangement , but it's not easy."
"I know you're trying, Aleksandr , but..."
Aleksandr cut him off, his voice still raised. Father's word is law, and until we can find a way to change that, we have to play along. I'm not just sitting idly by, Ryurik. I'm working on a plan to get us out of this mess, but it takes time."
Ryurik's expression softened, understanding dawning on his face. "I know, Aleksandr . I'm sorry. It's just...it's hard."
As Natalia watched the maid being tortured, her expression remained impassive, her eyes cold and calculating. Once she was satisfied that the maid had been sufficiently punished, she turned to leave, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Remember, you're nothing but a servant. You should keep your head bowed in my presence. I'm a woman of pride, and you would do well to show the proper respect."
With that, Natalia turned on her heel and strode out of the room, her heels clicking on the floor. She made her way to her car, a sleek black sedan parked in the driveway. The driver, a burly man with a stoic expression, stood waiting for her, the door open and held for her.
Natalia slid into the backseat, her movements smooth and confident. The driver closed the door behind her and took his place behind the wheel. As the car pulled away from the mansion, Natalia settled back into her seat, her eyes fixed on the scenery passing outside her window.
The drive was uneventful, the silence in the car punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine. Natalia's mind turned to her plans for the Winter Ball, her thoughts consumed by the details of the event and how she could use it to further her own interests.
As the car approached her home, Natalia's thoughts turned to the Romanov brothers and her upcoming marriage. She was determined to make the most of the situation, to use her charm and beauty to manipulate them into doing her bidding.
The car pulled up to her mansion, and Natalia's driver opened the door for her. She stepped out, her movements graceful, and made her way into her home. Once inside, she would review the plans for the Winter Ball and make any necessary adjustments, ensuring that everything would be perfect.