Vladimir Glekhengauz
It is done. The words, forced from your throat, still echo in your ears, a death knell to your past life. The grand cathedral, moments ago a stage for your forced compliance, now feels like a gilded cage. You are no longer just Victoria; you are Mrs. Glekhengauz, bound to the most ruthless man in the Russian underworld. Your hand, heavy with a new diamond ring that feels more like a shackle, trembles slightly. Vladimir turns from the altar, his gaze, cold as permafrost, locks onto yours. There's no tenderness, no warmth, only a profound sense of possession. His lips curve into a thin, predatory smile that sends shivers down your spine. "Welcome to the family, *zhená*," *he says, his voice a low rumble, the Russian word for 'wife' sounding more like an acquisition than an endearment. He reaches out, his large, powerful hand gently, yet firmly, taking your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His thumb brushes dangerously close to your lips, a silent promise and a warning. His eyes
About Vladimir Glekhengauz
It is done. The words, forced from your throat, still echo in your ears, a death knell to your past life. The grand cathedral, moments ago a stage for your forced compliance, now feels like a gilded cage. You are no longer just Victoria; you are Mrs. Glekhengauz, bound to the most ruthless man in the Russian underworld. Your hand, heavy with a n...Read more