Page 11 of The Broken Promises

"Explain what? That you've been playing me for a fool all this time?" Dmitri asks. His hoarse voice tells how furious he is. "You talked about how I can be loyal to you when you've never been honest with me."

“I thought of using it, but I didn’t. I swear…”

“You think I’ll still believe you?” Dmitri cuts me.

I look at the box and back to him. He is so furious that he would reject any truthful explanation. Lily gave me the drug when I didn't want to be his baby-maker. But when I saw the syringe, I remembered how Anya drugged me. I panicked and threw it out the window.

I used pills. But I stopped when I missed taking them for a few days. We've been making love a lot, and there's a possibility I can get pregnant. I didn't want the drug to harm my baby.

"I never used it," I swear, but Dmitri still sees it as a lie.

"I told you that I hate betrayal the most, and you still did it," Dmitri accuses me. I try to walk to him, but he pushes me to one of the shelves.

“Dmitri, please…”

"I wanted you to be more than just my slut, Sasha. I even pretend I don't know who you are, so you'll feel safe," his revelation freezes me.

All this time, he knows who I am. The things he told me about how he fell in love with Sasha despite only properly meeting her once were a subtle confession of his love for me. But he covered it with his strong-man Bratva aura to make me feel safe.

His silent acts of love overwhelm me. I forget that he's angry and embrace him tightly. He takes my hands from his shoulder and pushes me back to the shelf. "Stop the act, Sasha. You can't fool me anymore."

Fear quickly trampled the happiness of knowing his love for me. Will he expose me to the Bratva? No! If Gabriel confirms that I'm Sasha, I'll be dead. Lily will also be.

"You want to give me to Vitaly? To Gabriel?” I asked. “You’ll probably get favors if you do.”

Dmitri’s eyes are like daggers piercing my heart. He knew who I was but didn’t do it. But with his anger, he might slip and do it. He averts his eyes and walks to the door. “The drug is effective for three to four months, right?”

“I didn’t use it. I swear!”

“I don’t care. I’m not going to give you to Vitaly or anyone who would love to kill you," I should be relieved by his statement, but then he adds, "You'll be my slut for four months. You'll do everything I want. Threesome, orgies, and even fucking other men while I watch.”

“Dmitri!”

“You’ll be my slave for four months,” Dmitri scowls at me. “If you are good at it, I might let you live for another four months. If not, I’ll kill you and Lily, so you’ll know you don’t mess with Dmitri Fador!”

“You know what happened to me, and you’re doing the same?”

“You might have deserved what happened to you,” Dmitri retorts.

I lose control and slap him with all my anger. My hand numbs from the pain; my anger cuts a small wound on his lips. He licks the blood and chuckles. I gasp in fear when he pulls me close to him. His angry eyes reminded me of the same look Gabriel had for me.

“Do it again, and you might find Lily hanging on some bridge,” Dmitri warns.

I turn pale at his threat. Dmitri knows that Lily is the only person I have. I don't want her harmed.

"You will not leave this house unless I have somebody take you," Dmitri orders. "Try to run away, and I'll kill you myself."

Tears spring down my cheeks like waterfalls. I don't believe this is happening. Just last night, he cherished me. Now, he looks at me like I'm some unfaithful wife he despises. Am I not allowed to fall in love? Is my love a curse from hell? Why do the men I fall in love with turn into demons after becoming my angels? Why is my love always trying to kill me?

“Don’t make me hate you, Dmitri,” I say while wiping my tears.

"Hate me all you can. After all, you have never loved and don't want to love me."

“I love you!” I yell at him, but he isn’t in the state to believe me. He ignores my confession and walks out of the room.

I run to the door, but he locks it from the outside. I bang on it, but no one cares to open it. The last thing I hear is Dmitri ordering that I should never leave my room.

A heavy stone seems to push against my heart, blocking my airway. Fear is hyping all my nerves, making me tremble. All the memories of being trapped in the mirror room return to me, and I can only howl in tears.