Adrik Volkov, a significant figure in the Russian Mafia known for his cunning and strategic mindset, is on a mission to avenge his family's tragic death. To fulfill his vendetta, he enters into a marriage with Grace Amber, the daughter of Michael Am...
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With my heart pounding and my fingers clenched tightly around the gun, I began to reveal everything to Adrik. Tears flowed down my face, blurring my vision, yet I didn't look away from the gun that is pointed at my head by my husband.
The harsh truth hung heavily in the air. Today, it felt as if there were no other possible outcomes. In this chilling room, I faced the chilling reality that my husband, Adrik, would either be the one to end my life or I would summon the courage to end his. One of us is dying today.
The pain, the agony, the unbearable suffering that had haunted not just my own life with the haunting memory of my mum's death would come to an end now. My younger brother, Kai won't be haunted by those dreadful memories. I was resolute, determined to break this seemingly unending cycle of misery. Today, I would confront the darkness that had ensnared us for far too long. Adrik Volkov, my husband, would finally face the consequences of his actions.
My heart aches thinking about what Adrik had to endure because of my father. I always knew my father was terrible, but I never knew how far he would go. Adrik's childhood pain makes me feel sorry for him, but the pain I've suffered is much worse. I won't move on from my mother's death until I've avenged her.
"You took everything from me, now it's my turn," I rasp, my voice strained. My vision blurs as the rain pours down, making it hard to see Adrik clearly.
"If you thought you could pardon yourself of the actions of your organization, or if Arthur believed that, you're gravely mistaken. My life is in ruins now. Either pull the trigger, Adrik, or I'll do it," I say, feeling a sharp pain in my heart as I hold the gun to the man I love, my husband, the one who destroyed everything.
" I regret loving you Adrik, it was a grave mistake I made, including saving you on our marriage night," I sob, my voice choked by tears, the pouring rain disguising my weeping. My hand trembles as I confront him, "Pull the trigger, or I'll do it, and you know I never miss."
Adrik's eyes grow darker, an enigma of emotions I can't decipher, and I'm overwhelmed by the need to understand what lies within.
"Grace, believe me, it wasn't us. They were the Irish. Luna put the gun down. Listen to me, you might regret loving me but I'd still love you with everything in me. I was wrong, you are not your father, and I'm sorry," he shouts over the storm's deluge, lowering the gun, and putting his hands up in surrender.
Tears blend with the rain on my cheeks as I murmur, "I'm so sorry for what my father did to you. I truly hope your parents find the peace they deserve. I'm sorry," and I pull the trigger, squeezing my eyes shut as someone pushes me and I sense pain washing over my stomach.
