5. The Runaway Bride

"WHAT?! No, that won't happen."

Natasha tried to contain her fear, and her face was pale. She threw away her gun and ran off the field. Dimitri was silent. When Natasha reached the gate, three men dressed in black stopped her outside. She couldn't resist. Natasha just cried in fear. She also hoped that the uncontrollable ability would come and be able to fight those men. But nothing changed in her body. She was getting scared.

"Dimi? Are you serious?" asked Nikolaev.

"Dimi, you can't be like this," said Edmond.

"Never mind, you two shut up. This is the deal."

After paying the shooting range owner, Dimitri approached Natasha, who was crying in terror at the gate of the shooting range. "Take her to the mansion," Dimitri ordered. "Yes, sir," answered Dimitri's men, forcing Natasha into the car.

"NO! You brats, let go!" Natasha knew her words would only be in vain.

Dimitri parted with his friends, Nikolaev and Edmond, at the gate, arguing that he had to get home early. In truth, neither of them liked seeing Dimitri treat women like that. They wanted to help Natasha, but they also didn't want to fight their own best friend. They leave because they avoid things they don't want.

Dimitri had purposely covered Natasha's mouth in the car; the woman shouted anything. Natasha couldn't resist anymore. In front of the Mansion, Dimitri just let go. The opened gates of the Mansion were seen. and a servant greeted Dimitri, "welcome, young master."

Dimitri's Mansion is classified as luxurious, even touted as one of the grandest mansions in Moscow City. Surrounded by a green lawn, a classic patterned pool with a fountain shoots from a mermaid statue in the middle. To the west of Dimitri's Mansion, there is a large swimming pool with coconut trees in every corner, complete with a place to relax. The Mansion was built on a land area of ​​900 square meters. The mansion building is classically styled, like the palaces of the royal era. The three-story Mansion and filled with lights that add to the impression of luxury. Around the Mansion, there are many ornamental plants belonging to Dimitri's mother, Polina Stepanova, and the decades-old bonsai collection belonging to his father, Damien Fridman.

The Mansion looked deserted. Perhaps Dimitri's father and mother were asleep. Natasha and Dimitri reached the Mansion at three in the morning. Only three servants and guards were still seen active.

"Sasha, come here."

"Yes, sir," came the reply of a fifty-year-old woman. She is Sasha, the butler.

"Find a maid to take care of it," Dimitri pointed to Natasha. Sasha could only be silent and confused seeing Natasha's face, which was puffy and scared. She went to find Rena.

"Master, this is Rena."

"Let go of me, you bastard," Natasha rebelled.

"Men have no shame."

"Rena, take her to her room."

Natasha screamed, struggled, cried, and tried to hit Dimitri. Dimitri took her hand so she could be quiet. The maids only dared to look from behind the wall, afraid that something would happen to the woman. Meanwhile, Rena was scared to see her employer's treatment of Natasha. Before being brought by Sasha, Rena had been warned to help calm Nastasha's emotions and fears.

"Miss, come with me to the room. I will be fired if you don't do what you want. Have mercy on me, Miss."

Slowly, Rena managed to coax Natasha into the room. Natasha was given a nice, even luxurious room. Soft beds and elegant teak furniture are imported directly from Jepara, Indonesia. The floor is made of porcelain with a simple pattern but does not cover the impression of luxury. For a moment, Natasha marveled at all this luxury. Compared to his small apartment, this room was a million times better.

"I am Rena and I was assigned to be your personal maid, Miss Natasha."

Natasha just cried and was silent. But slowly, she saw the girl. Very young, an 18-year-old teenage girl. She became pitiful.

"My name is Natasha, not Nastasha."

"Very well, Miss Natasha."

Rena didn't know where to start the conversation—seeing a beautiful, sweet, and mysterious-looking woman crying in front of her. She just kept quiet. She was waiting for the right time to talk.

Natasha had been crying for an hour and not saying a word. Natasha looked at the girl again. Rena just looked down and was confused. Natasha wanted to ask what had made her so afraid of being fired by Dimitri. Finding jobs didn't seem difficult for a young and beautiful girl like her. Being a waiter in a cafe, bar, or fancy restaurant seemed more suitable for her than being a waiter in Dimitri's Mansion. Even though the salary here was higher, at least she wouldn't be threatened with being fired. So she thought.

"Rena, why are you so afraid of getting fired?

"My father has a chronic disease. Young Master is the one who pays for his treatment. I don't want my father's life to be in vain if I am fired from here. And Young Master has also done many things besides paying for my father's treatment. Young Master also helps pay for my younger siblings' schools. my sister. I want to help Miss, but I can't do anything. So, I ask you for understanding."

"Come here," Natasha hugged Rena. "I will calmly follow his will. You and your father will be fine, Rena."

"Thank you, Miss," Rena said, sobbing.

Two days before Natasha and Dimitri's wedding, Natasha disappeared one week later. The bedroom window was open. The loss of Natasha panicked the entire Mansion, Dimitri, his servants, and guards. An angry Dimitri scolds the whole Mansion.

"YOU CAN'T WORK RIGHT? YOU COULD BE FOOLED BY A WOMAN!"

"What happened, sir?" Victor, who had just returned from an overseas business trip, was surprised to see Dimitri furious.

"What happened you say? You want to know what happened? Come here, Victor!" Victor instantly became the target of his anger.

Rena, who saw Victor being the target of Dimitri's anger, could only cry; she wanted to but couldn't help him.

***

Under the snowfall of the Siberian Mountains

Natasha was shocked to see Alexander turned into a wolf. He didn't expect his cousin's anger to be this strong. Seeing an angry gray wolf in front of her, Natasha was terrified. She took two steps back.

Natasha tumbled backward onto a pile of snow that partially submerged her body. The station that night was cold, deserted, and eerie. It was even more terrifying when a gray wolf howled and prepared to pounce on a beautiful woman in front of him.

"Xanderrrr...."

Seeing Alexander's pointed fingernails swinging upwards, Natasha closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what would happen.