One enemy after another!
The blood hadn't dried under Lila's fingernails when the message arrived. A plain white envelope, slipped beneath Viktor's office door—no seal, no signature, only her name scrawled across the front in ink so dark it could have been mixed with ash. It cant be seen clearly.
Lila.!
Viktor stood with his back against the window, shirt open, watching her read. The club's neon glow painted the room in flickering red, but even that couldn't compete with the color draining from her face as she unfolded the paper. She was all white and black.
She was feared. Who can be this time?
"My favorite little doll is all grown up." "I heard you've been playing house with a king.""Don't forget who taught you to bleed."
No name was at the bottom—but she didn't need one.
Then she saw a photo of her as a little child.
Her hands trembled slightly, the way they used to when she was thirteen, standing outside a locked door in a too-small dress, her mother's hand pushing her forward, whispering—smile sweetly, Lila, it'll be over soon.
But it was never over.
She thought it was Sergie!
But Sergie wasn't in her life when the photo was taken.
It was
Mikhail Ivanov.
He wasn't just a client. He was the first monster. The man who broke her body, the men who lost her virginity in ways she didn't have names for yet. The one who didn't want her to cry because it ruined the fantasy—he wanted her to laugh while he tore her apart.
While he opened Lila's virginity, Lila didn't want to cry! But he put a cloth on her mouth to feel the pleasure of losing his virginity.
She thought he was dead. Viktor's men had wiped out half the old buyers when he took over her family's business. But Mikhail was a cockroach. He survived. And now, he wanted her back.
Viktor crossed the room, snatching the letter from her hand, crushing it in his fist. "He's not getting near you."
Lila laughed softly—bitter, sharp. "You think locks and guards keep monsters out? I know better."
Viktor's jaw clenched. "I'll kill him."
"No." Lila turned to him, eyes glittering with something darkly familiar. "He's mine."
No, Lila you don't have to waste your body for some bullshit peoples let me take care of him.
Lila whispered no Viktor I want to become strong to be your queen, Let me handle this ass holes that come in our way day by day.
Viktor don't want Lila to go! But because of her request, he had to let her go.
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Three Nights Later — The Hotel Alabaster
Mikhail liked his comfort. Expensive whiskey, silk sheets, and girls young enough to still have baby fat on their cheeks. But tonight, Lila walked into his private suite, and the past and present collided so violently that it shattered the air between them.
She wore white this time—like a ghost bride, hair cascading in dark waves over bare shoulders. Her heels were high enough to make her calves ache, but pain was old comfort now.
Mikhail sat in a leather armchair, cigar perched between his teeth, eyes glinting like a predator who'd finally sniffed out his prey. "My Sexy little doll."
Lila smiled. "Not so little anymore."
He patted his thigh, like she was still the trembling child who used to obey on instinct. "Come sit. Let me see how you've grown."
Lila didn't move. "Do you know what's funny, Mikhail?"
His grin flickered. "Enlighten me."
"I used to wonder why you picked me. Out of all the girls in that house. Why me?"
Mikhail leaned back, eyes dragging over her body. "Because you were my favorite. So much fear behind those pretty eyes. I could smell it."
Because I am the one who breaks your chain that was locked between your legs.
Her smile sharpened to a blade. "Do I smell afraid now?"
He held Lila put away her clothes. Smashing here along the wall of the hotel.
Lila takes the knife, closing in towards his throat, nails digging into flesh like claws.
But Mikhail was faster than she thought, she pushed Lila back and took her knife.
Lila? My little Lila?
After murdering so many men from your past, you think I come unprepared. You think I don't know that you're gonna take me down.
He tied down Lila's and started touching her gently, slowly slow to her breast, to her downtown.
Lila was scared now! She was thinking of Viktor! Who was standing outside waiting for her?
All the promises she kept will be broken!
He opened her leg and put it in! Lila screamed Viktor, help me!
But he can't hear as he was outside waiting for her queen!
Mikhail start fuck*** her non stop, she was crying from sorrow, thinking of Viktor!
And there was a sudden turn!
He make Lila to suck his dic*. The moment he commanded her to do so was the moment when she could make a move and do something.
She knelt on the floor, the silver water dripping from Lila Lips between her legs.
She take Mikhail di** in her mouth, Suck suck suck suck suck.
And bite the fucking di** out from Mikhail Body!
It shattered under his weight, shards embedding in his skin, but Lila didn't stop. She straddled him.
Mikhail screaming from pain! What have you done Bitch! Blood coming out from the front portion when slaughtering an animal.
Lila said in a sorrowful voice!
"Where was your fear when I begged you to stop?" she hissed. "Where was your mercy when I cried for my mother?"
Mikhail coughed, struggling beneath her, but she didn't let go. She had been powerless at the start, but she has the situation now!
She was the goddamn storm.
Viktor comes in!
Viktor comes in the doorway, he sees Lila kneeling before him, there was something in her mouth, and Mikhail was bleeding out from the front portion of the body. Viktor, arms crossed, watching with a mixture of pride, terror, and lust so tangled it makes his head spin. He knew he should stop her, should pull her off before she crossed a line even he couldn't drag her back from—but he couldn't.
She was beautiful like this. Ruined and remade.
Lila leaned down, her lips brushing Mikhail's ear. "You taught me to bleed. Now let me teach you what bleeding means!"
Mikhail's screams echoed long after his breath gave out.
Lila stood, blood streaked across her hands, her dress torn, her heart beating too fast to feel. Viktor stepped toward her, but she raised a hand—warning or invitation, even she didn't know.
"I'm not your queen," she said softly. "I'm your curse, your love, your night."