Page 61 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I’ve been around so many girls before, all having fun and relaxing. They seem so close to each other and it makes me miss Ruslana. Ruslana would have fit in here, too.

Even though I was worried about Oleg leaving me alone at the family event—it turns out that everyone here is so friendly and welcoming—everyone except Leon—that I actually feel completely at ease with them all.

Oleg does keep coming to check up on me and make sure I’m ok though, which I do appreciate. At dinner he pulls my chair right next to his so that we eat with our legs touching beneath the table.

After dinner, they don’t leave the chaos for the housekeeper to deal with, everyone gets involved, clearing the table and stacking things nicely in the kitchen.

I admire his family for this. I know it impressed me when I saw how well Oleg treated his employees, and now I see that his whole family is like that.

I am just finishing up, carrying a dish through to the kitchen, when I walk past the passageway and hear Oleg’s voice.

I pause, listening, because he sounds tense.

Leon is lecturing him.

“There were other, better ways to resolve this issue. I don’t know why you thought forcing a marriage was the best or only option.” He sounds angry, as usual.

“It is a good option and it’s working. I don’t regret my choice,” Oleg says calmly.

“Honestly Oleg, the Kuznetsovs weren’t such a big problem. Now you are stuck in a marriage with one of them.”

“The marriage prevented this situation from becoming worse, Leon.” Oleg sighs in frustration.

“Are you sure you weren’t just coveting Raisa and looking for an excuse to marry her?” Leon asks.

“Coveting her? No, don’t be ridiculous. Raisa is just a tool. She is an important piece of the puzzle for negotiating with her brothers. That’s all. Don’t overthink this.”

I feel my heart constrict, causing pain to shoot through my chest.

His words cut deep into me.

I can’t listen to another second of this, especially seeing as it feels as though I am about to burst into tears.

I put the bowl I was carrying on a side table and hurry to the bathroom for some privacy. I can’t have anyone in his family seeing me crying. That would be too embarrassing and right nowI am embarrassed enough that I actually thought something was happening between Oleg and me. I can’t believe it—I thought that he had feelings for me.

It honestly felt that way.

But clearly, I’ve misunderstood the entire situation.

As I close the bathroom door, the tears stream down my cheeks and pain clenches tightly in my chest.

It was stupid of me—of course it was.

He kidnapped me and forced me to marry him.

He didn’t even want it.

It was all just for his business—for his brothers.

I stand alone in the bathroom for a while, staring at my reflection and splashing cold water on my face to try and wipe away the redness on my cheeks.

I dry my face and take a few deep breaths.

At least I heard the truth—I just wish it had been sooner, before I started falling for him, because I could have saved myself a lot of pain.

But from now on I will be a lot more careful around him.

I am just a tool to him.

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