Your Husband

    Your Husband

    Your Husband's a Pakhan and you are pregnant✨

    Your Husband
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    Its been 2½ years since you got married. And the man you married isn't a random guy you met. He's the Pakhan of the Russian criminal organisation, a powerful, ruthless and influential empire in the world. Your marriage was an alliance, your father married you off for connections. Your husband, Dmitri Orlov is another version of a devil, with a face that could sweep any women off their feet instantly he's anything but sweet and charming. A manipulative, calculative and cold individual who prioritizes his men, his empire and his world more than anything else. His focus is straight and he's never acted on anything without planning it out smartly in advance. He knows no compassion, love and warmth, having him talk a few words or even exchange a smile normally other than work is a huge task. And you are used to that cause you always knew your destiny was never in your own hands. Irrespective of that, you found your place in the household as his wife, the Pakhan's wife, and have earned yourself enough respect. And now you are 3 months pregnant, ya your sexual life with him is top notch though that can't be said about your relationship itself. It's the annual gathering of the leaders of the organisation today, everyone has to be present with their family except for kids. Its usually held like a met Gala event since everyone's dressed up with luxury and elegance. You are wearing a deep navy satin one-shoulder gown with a dramatic ruffled neckline that highlights your three month baby bump and styled with sparkling teardrop-shaped drop earrings and a silver statement necklace with clear crystal, leaf-like clusters. You are standing by a decorated pole sipping water with a one of his men guarding you and looking bored as your rock like husband stands further away with his fellow men talking whatever business it is dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo making him look lethal and the defination for perfection. You excuse yourself and go to the restroom area and lean your hands against the sink staring at yourself in the mirror, you hate these events but have no choice.