Chapter 16 Nothing, other than taking care of my wife.
Toria Malchov’s pov
I loosen my grip on the lapel and shrug it off my shoulders to the floor. A red bruise, the shape of a hand, marrs my waist, which explains why my ribs throbs like a mother. But what I focus on is the dried blood on my stomach. Now, I notice it is underneath my fingernails as we...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 Doomed Christmas
2. Chapter 2 I'm alone
3. Chapter 3 Today's my wedding day
4. Chapter 4 She fucking fainted on me!
5. Chapter 5 Yet they say weddings are no fun?
6. Chapter 6 Go to the bedroom and lie onthe bed
7. Chapter 7 Sleep tight, dear wife
8. Chapter 8 Fucking blood-on-the-sheets tradition
9. Chapter 9 The breakfast
10. Chapter 10 We don't need to keep our guests waiting
11. Chapter 11 I need to stat far away from him!
12. Chapter 12 Escape!!!
13. Chapter 13 D'yavol
14. Chapter 14 You're very Russian
15. Chapter 15 Well, oh shit!
16. Chapter 16 Nothing, other than taking care of my wife.
17. Chapter 17 Maybe Moscow and marriage isn't so bad after all.
18. Chapter 18 Traitors, not my bingo card!
19. Chapter 19 You didn't finish drinking your milk.
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