Instead of being shocked by Alia's revelation, Dimitri burst into a demonic laugh. There was no joy in that laughter—only a monstrous sense of satisfaction.
Dimitri whispered as he tightened his grip on Alia:
"Honey... did you think I'd be surprised? You'd be shocked to know that I already knew Viktor would claim Sofia today. This is the law of our blood! We take what we want, by force if necessary."
He looked into Alia's eyes and laughed again—a laugh that only a psychopath could produce.
Dimitri continued:
"I wouldn't care if you slept with 50 men instead of 5. Because I don't love you, Alia. I love the game. Viktor is breaking Sofia inside, and I am using you here. We are all inhabitants of this hell, and no one belongs to anyone. Just as you are silent, I shall remain silent too."
With a predatory grin, he added, "Let's go inside, Honey. Let's see how badly my elder brother has wrecked my fiancée. The sight will be quite entertaining, won't it?"The tension has reached its breaking point. Inside the luxurious private suite, the air is thick and suffocating. Viktor has carried Sofia from the lobby to this massive, royal bed.
The Scene:
Sofia lies in the middle of the vast bed, shivering. She is unclothed, desperately clutching a white bedsheet to cover herself. Her eyes are swollen from crying, and she continues to sob like a helpless child.
Viktor has tossed his white linen jacket aside. Rolling up his sleeves, he crawls toward her on the bed. His blue eyes burn like a predator's in the dark. Sofia grips the sheet tighter, but she is powerless against him.
Viktor leans over her, burying his face in her neck. He leaves a long, searing kiss there. Sofia closes her eyes in terror as his hot breath burns against her skin.
Viktor whispers darkly:
"You look even more beautiful when you cry, Sofia. This sheet cannot hide you from me. Dimitri might be outside, but in this room, you are mine. Every curve of your body will submit to my rule tonight."
Sofia could only stammer, "Brother-in-law... please... let me go... what if Dimitri and sister see us..."
Viktor just laughed—a cruel, demonic laugh. He knows that outside, Dimitri and Alia are engaged in their own filthy game. One hour has passed. Inside the massive suite, there is now a graveyard silence. In this span of time, even the strength to cry has left Sofia.
The Scene:
Sofia lies motionless on the royal bed. The white bedsheet lies discarded on the floor. Her fair skin is marked with the crimson traces of Viktor's ruthless affection. She stares blankly at the ceiling, her eyes void of tears—filled only with a haunting emptiness.
Viktor steps off the bed, calmly fastening the buttons of his crisp white shirt. There is no exhaustion in his eyes, only a regal satisfaction. He looks like a man who has just won a war. Standing before the mirror, he fixes his stark white hair.
At that moment, the massive oak doors slowly creaked open.
Dimitri and Alia stepped inside. There was no shock or anger on their faces. Dimitri still wore that mysterious smirk, and Alia's eyes held a diabolical triumph. As they witnessed Sofia's wrecked state and Viktor's calm demeanor, a terrifying stillness filled the room.
Viktor spoke without looking away from the mirror:
"It took exactly one hour to make her understand whose law governs this palace. Dimitri, your fiancée is now fully a part of our darkness."
Dimitri walked toward the bed. Looking into Sofia's vacant eyes, he leaned down, kissed her forehead, and whispered:
"Welcome Sofia... welcome to this palace of hell. What you were an hour ago, you are no longer. Now, you belong to us."
Alia stood to the side and began to clap slowly. She wasn't disturbed in the least by her sister's condition. Walking to Viktor, she placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Well done, Viktor. Now the family is complete."The atmosphere has shifted into a heavy, silent calm. After the storm of the past hour, Sofia has drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep. The white bedsheet is loosely wrapped around her, acting as her only shield.
Viktor's Final Command:
Seeing Sofia in such a deep slumber, a flicker of something—perhaps mercy or obsession—appeared in Viktor's cold heart. He turned to Dimitri and Alia, his voice regained its usual commanding tone.
"Do not disturb her. She is in a deep sleep. Dimitri, Alia—leave now. Go downstairs and handle the guests. I will be down shortly."
Alia took one last look at her sister's innocent, sleeping face, a mysterious smirk lingering on her lips. She took Dimitri's hand and prepared to leave. Dimitri caught Viktor's eye; he understood that Viktor wanted a few moments alone with Sofia. The lion wanted to guard his prize in silence.
As they left the room, Viktor sat slowly on the edge of the bed. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from Sofia's forehead with surprising tenderness. He whispered, "It isn't over, Sofia. From today, even your dreams are under my watch."As Sofia remained lost in a deep, exhausted sleep, the trembling from her tears hadn't fully faded. Viktor couldn't bring himself to leave her side. As soon as Dimitri and Alia left, the room fell into a heavy, intimate silence.
Viktor slowly lay down on the bed beside her. Sofia was still clutching that white sheet. With a touch that was both tender and commanding, Viktor embraced her from behind. Only the thin bedsheet remained between his powerful frame and her delicate body.
He buried his face near her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. In her sleep, Sofia unconsciously curled into his warmth.
Viktor whispered against her ear:
"Everyone is gone, Sofia. There is no one here now. Not Dimitri, not Alia... only you and me. I may have broken you, but from now on, the responsibility of holding you together is mine as well."
He held her so deeply that it felt as though he wasn't just a Mafia lord anymore, but a primal, lonely soul pouring all his darkness into her silent presence.Two years have passed. The gray skies of Moscow and the blood-stained memories of the lobby are now just a blurred past. Sofia is no longer that scared little girl; she has become an inseparable part of this Mafia empire.
The Scene:
Dimitri and Sofia are standing in Moscow's most expensive luxury mall. Dimitri, in a black lacquer coat and sunglasses, watches Sofia's every move. Sofia, now an exquisite woman, carries an air of royalty mixed with a hint of melancholy.
She holds a deep red silk dress against herself in front of the mirror and turns to Dimitri with a faint smile.
"Dimitri, look at this. How does it look? Does this color suit me, or is it a bit too bold?"
Dimitri steps closer, placing a hand on her waist. He whispers:
"Any color comes to life on you, Sofia. But red makes you look dangerous—just the way my brother likes it. Are you picking this for Viktor's dinner party tonight?"
Sofia's smile flickered for a second. The mention of Viktor still sends a strange shiver through her. She composed herself and replied:
"Perhaps. Viktor wants me to wear something regal. And as you know, no one in this palace has the power to say no to him."With Sofia's question, a sudden silence fell over the luxury boutique. Dimitri's hand, which was brushing against the fabric of the dress, froze. He looked at Sofia through his sunglasses.
Sofia stepped closer and asked softly:
"It's been two years, Dimitri... we've been engaged for so long. Everyone knows I'm your fiancée. But when is the wedding? Why does the date keep getting pushed back? Are you afraid to marry me, or is there an obstacle I don't know about?"
Dimitri tilted her chin up and sighed:
"I am not the obstacle, Sofia, and I am not afraid. But you know how this family works—Viktor makes all the big decisions. He says the time isn't right yet. He wants you to fully master the ways of this empire first."
Sofia pulled away, whispering to herself:
"Viktor... it's always Viktor! Will I just be your fiancée in name forever? Or will I ever truly be your wife?"
Deep down, she knew the truth: Viktor wasn't ready to let go of the hold he had established over her two years ago.The dinner party was regal yet suffocating. Viktor sat at the head of the table like an ancient emperor, while Sofia sat right next to him in her blood-red silk dress.
The Scene:
Sofia suddenly set her glass down and looked directly into Viktor's eyes. The table went silent.
Sofia asked firmly:
"Viktor, I need to know. It's been two years since my engagement to Dimitri. Why is there no talk of the wedding? How much longer must I wait? I want to know the exact date."
Viktor set his wine glass down slowly. He didn't answer immediately; he just stared at her. Then, he reached out and gripped Sofia's hand firmly right there in front of everyone.
Viktor whispered darkly:
"A wedding? Do you really think a ceremony will bring you closer to Dimitri? Or are you just trying to escape my shadow? Don't rush, Sofia. Let us first decide who will truly rule this empire. Only then will we decide whose wife you shall be. For now, you look exquisite in red by my side—isn't that enough?"
Sofia realized that Viktor was asserting his dominance over both her and Dimitri. Dimitri sat in silence, unable to challenge his brother.Sofia's suppressed anger and humiliation of two years finally erupted. She couldn't take Viktor's cruel possessiveness anymore.
The Scene:
As Viktor gripped her hand in front of everyone, Sofia jerked her hand away with such force that the glasses on the table rattled. She stood up, her red dress glowing like a flame.
Sofia shouted at Viktor:
"Enough! I am not a doll for you to play with. Dimitri is my fiancé, and I want to be his wife that is my identity. Who are you to decide my life? You are just my brother-in-law, nothing more!"
A deathly silence filled the hall. Dimitri looked on in terror, while Alia sipped her wine calmly. Sofia turned to leave, declaring she would never return to this hell.
Viktor didn't even stand up. He just smirked and said coldly:
"You can only leave if I let you, Sofia. Everyone knows the way into this palace, but only I know the way out. Dimitri, stop your fiancée, or I will have to return to my old self."
As Sofia reached the door, the guards blocked her path.Sofia's fury was at its peak. After two years of silence, she had turned into a storm. Seeing the massive bodyguards blocking her path, she didn't flinch.
The Scene:
Sofia yanked the door handle, but the guards stood like stone statues. Looking directly at them with pure hatred, she screamed:
"Get out of my way! How dare you stop me? F# (F#)... who do you think you are? I am going to be the mistress of this house, and you block my path? Move, right now!"
The guards were stunned to hear such language from her, but they didn't budge without Viktor's command.
Viktor laughed darkly from behind. He stood up and walked toward her, his footsteps echoing through the hall. Standing right behind her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her, he signaled the guards to step aside.
Viktor whispered in her ear:
"A tigress, I see! You've even learned how to curse? But Sofia, such language doesn't suit your lips. You want to leave? Go, the door is open. But remember, beyond this door, there is no world for you. Only a darkness that I control."
Sofia froze as she stepped toward the exit. She realized Viktor wasn't just threatening her he was reminding her of her absolute entrapment