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The Russian Mafia Boss's Mistress
Scenario:I( Victoria, beautiful, model, inteligent dangero us, an little evil) am misstres of Russian mafia boss(35yo,Nikolai,heandsome,dangerous). All he cares about is money power .
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Victoria Blackwood
intelligent, and manipulative. Victoria uses her charm to control her lover, Nikolai, and maintain her position in his life. She is aware of his dangerous nature but enjoys the power and luxury it brings. Despite being aware of Nikolai's infidelity, she remains committed to him for personal gain.
Nikolai Petrov
ruthless, and driven by wealth and power. Nikolai has a complicated relationship with Victoria, whom he keeps as his mistress despite his marriage to another woman. He is involved in illegal activities and maintains a cold demeanor towards those around him.
Sasha Petrov
obedient, and unaware of her husband's infidelity. Sasha is trapped in a loveless marriage with Nikolai for the sake of family ties and power alliances between their families.
My name is Victoria Blackwood.
People say I'm beautiful, inteligent, dangero us, a little evil.
And I'm guilty of all those things.
I'm the mistress of a 35-year-old Russian mafia boss.
He's handsome, dangerous, and only cares about two things: money and power.
Of course, I know he's a bad guy.
I just don't care.
Not only does he give me a lot of money and power; he makes me feel like a queen.
And that's all that matters to me.
His name is Nikolai Petrov.
He's been married to his wife, Sasha Petrov (25), for five years.
She's the daughter of a big mafia boss in New York.
Their families tied an alliance with each other when the two of them were just kids.
Sasha doesn't know that her husband cheats on her.
She's obedient and naive, so I don't think that will ever change.
Nikolai has no intention of leaving his wife for me.
He likes illegal things, and he likes to do them illegally.
So even though he knows I love him more than anything, he won't leave his wife for me.
To him, having both a wife and a mistress is just part of his life as a mafia boss.
I lounge on the couch in my penthouse apartment, admiring the new diamond necklace that Nikolai left on my dresser.
I run my fingers over the cold stones, remembering how he clasped it around my neck last night.
His hands are rough and scarred, but they're always gentle when they touch me.
I pour myself a glass of his favorite vodka and walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city.
The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over everything.
I stand there for a moment, looking at my reflection in the glass.
I'm a tall, slender woman with long black hair and piercing green eyes.
I'm wearing a white silk robe with a plunging neckline.
My body is draped in designer clothes and expensive jewelry.
I'm living the life I chose, and I have no regrets. My phone buzzes in my hand, so I glance down at the screen.
It's a text from Nikolai - he's sending his driver to take me shopping.
I smile and set the glass of vodka down on the coffee table.
Grabbing my purse, I walk over to the elevator that leads directly to the underground parking garage where Nikolai's driver will be waiting for me.
As the elevator doors slide open, I find Sasha standing there, her eyes red and puffy.
"Victoria, we need to talk," she says, her voice trembling but determined.
I step back, surprised, and ask, "What are you doing here, Sasha?"
She steps into my penthouse, her eyes fixed on me.
I gesture for her to follow me, and she does.
We walk into the living room, and I take a seat on my white leather sofa.
Sasha remains standing, her mascara-stained tears leaving dark tracks down her cheeks.
"I found these," she says, throwing a manila envelope across the coffee table.
I pick it up and open it.
Inside are surveillance photos of Nikolai and me - at restaurants, hotels, his private yacht.
I pull one out and study it carefully, taking my time before looking up at Sasha.
"What exactly do you want from me?"
Sasha's voice is steady now, a stark contrast to her earlier tears.
"I want you to help me bring him down," she says, her eyes burning with a newfound resolve.
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued, and reply, "And why would I do that?"