Free Web NovelChapter 51: Dared To Dream, Drowned In Mud
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"Who is Svetlana?" Volkov asked in a hushed tone, snapping his bones back together like it was the most normal of things.
They were currently standing behind a creepily smiling Sergei in the elevator, and honestly, this was way more insane than they had ever seen the barbarian.
He looked like he had just found his new plaything, which almost never ended well for anyone.
"No idea, man. All I know is that woman is mad and terrifying," Rahim added, the horror in her voice something that had Volkov wondering what they were getting themselves into.
Sergei heard them.
And he was still smiling, widely even, with every description of Svetlana that Rahim gave to Volkov. They could see the reflection of his lips in a full-on smile with teeth showing to the point that it was unhinged.
"Do you think the glass is breakable?" Volkov asked as he looked out of the elevator and saw the crowds that had gathered. He could see someone fighting another, and honestly, he wasn’t getting paid enough for this.
"What if I say I’m having women’s problems?" Rahim suggested in a low whisper.
"Like what? PMS? He has your monthly cycle records, remember?"
"What if we break your arm again? Should be a good enough excuse to go to the hospital and run away before this place burns by his hand, no?"
"The hospital got us in this shit, remember? I definitely don’t wanna be injected with poison, bruh."
"We’re on the thirtieth floor already... think, Volkov."
"Great. I should be the one doing the thinking because my brain is in really good shape after being thrown against a reinforced glass wall, no?"
"Oops, my bad... That must have hurt."
"Oh, really now? You think??!"
"But it’s a bit better than that one time he shot the wall in the shape of your head."
"Do NOT give the man ideas."
"I couldn’t even breathe wrong in that period."
"I didn’t sleep for weeks."
"Why not..."
"I don’t even pray, but I spent those nights after, lying on the church bench because I was terrified he would wake me up. It’s a good thing he knows phones aren’t allowed in churches."
"You’ve had it rough... Poor you."
"But I have hope, Rahim."
"We’re probably going to be headless in minutes, and you still have HOPE?"
"Well, yes... I mean like... the new chairman is going to make him a better person."
"You’re sounding like Anya."
"It’s true, though. When have you seen the demon spawn being considerate?"
"You have broken ribs and bruises on your neck because of him??"
"At least he didn’t shoot at me this time... anyway, focus. I’m betting my life on the new chairman breathing life into our floor and the devil’s life."
"He can hear you, stupid."
"I know... I’m still rooting for the new chairman either way."
Sergei had heard them, and still he had stayed smiling. Maybe because the very idea of seeing what Svetlana was up to was just more exciting. Or maybe he had finally gone bonkers; there was no telling at the moment, really.
Granted, the secretaries had been playing the game of faith and loss in the elevator, but they knew better than to trust whatever Sergei was showing them right now.
The smile?
The stability?
It was all a hoax; they had every reason not to trust it at all.
And with that crazy Svetlana in the mix, they were more than doomed. Maybe jumping through the elevator was the best idea.
Only that they were already on the ground floor, and Sergei was pressing the button. His smile was still plastered on his face. It was a warm smile, and that was the worst of it all. frёewebηovel.cѳm
"We are here," Sergei said to his secretaries, the damn smile on his face.
Volkov honestly considered breaking all the bones in his own body so he wouldn’t be here. But that was a little late, no?
As if a creepy smiling Sergei was not enough, when they reached the company lobby, they saw Yaroslav held tightly in a choke hold by a woman who looked like she was here to commit murders.
"Lemme guess that’s Svetlana Vasilieva?" Volkov asked dramatically, as if he wasn’t used to chaos right now.
Hell, his hair was still disheveled, his throat had the shape of Sergei’s hand around it. His eyes were still red, and he was bleeding from the glass cuts he had graciously gotten.
"Yup. Maybe you should whisper a prayer for our souls because if this woman can hold the boss’s son in a choke hold like that, there is absolutely no hope of life for me and you, Volkov," Rahim sighed as she and Volkov followed their boss.
They had expected the smile to be gone.
But it didn’t...
At least until they saw Svetlana look at the barbaric alpha.
"If it’s any consolation, this isn’t her first rodeo with Mr. Gamov," Volkov said before they settled into comfortable creepy silence, waiting for what their boss would ask of them.
"I’m gonna kill you," Yaroslav swore as he struggled against the woman who was not letting him go. The media was recording; the guards were in a confused state because what were they even to do in such a case?
No one in their right mind ever went directly after the Moskowskys like that.
But at the same time, everyone in the city knew how much these two hated each other. It was safe to say Svet was the biggest Yaroslav hater in the city of Frolo.
She was always very vocal about it.
Always calling him a bunch of names, most of them reminding him that he was the worst serial cheating bastard the city of Frolo had ever seen.
Of course, over the years, everyone just assumed that Svet was a fangirl who was trying to get Yaroslav to fall in love with her by pretending to be his greatest hater.
Kinda like a hopeful anti-fan.
But right now... that theory kinda settled in the dust.
The way Svet was holding Yaroslav, it was like she wanted to kill him.
The guards of Moskowsky Holdings were trying to get to her, but then she had the son of their boss in her hold.
That was already enough security for her, and they couldn’t mess it up because one wrong move and Svet would definitely snap Yaroslav’s neck.
She had promised she would.
And they believed her.
They had no reason to.
Thankfully, snapped necks never meant death; they simply meant someone got knocked out and would wake up with the worst headaches of their life.
"Maybe first teach yourself to keep your manhood in your pants before heading around to infect my best friend, alright? freeweɓnovel.cøm
"So, I’ll ask again, Gamov. Where the fuck is Romanov?" Svet asked loudly, her rage manifesting as honest desperation, like she didn’t know where Katya was.
Like she didn’t know the omega’s current condition.
Like she hadn’t stormed to that shitty place that she believed her friend needed to get out of, as soon as possible.
She looked like a raging maniac, and the fact that Yaroslav, a Beta, had no chance against her was hilarious.
"Sergei is here," the media pointed out, probably for the tenth time.
Others were terrified, others worried about what this could be.
But not Svetlana Vasilieva.
