Page 27 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

Eva

The closet was silent except for the sound of breathing.

I stared at the woman in the mirror—flame-red dress hugging perfect curves, carefully painted lips radiating deadly allure.

Her face showed just the right mix of excitement and anticipation, her eyes glowing with happiness, like someone who couldn't wait to attend the party of a lifetime.

I almost believed her act.

Look at you, Eva Stone. Your acting skills have really improved. You're not just fooling Ruslan anymore—you're almost fooling yourself.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, from the night he rejected me, Ruslan and I were already over.

He gave me everything, showered me with all his resources, but he definitely didn't need me.

Now I completely understood—he didn't want marriage, and he sure as hell didn't want our child.

These past few days, I'd been so natural around Ruslan, so perfect, like nothing had ever happened. I played my part flawlessly, maintaining our warm daily routine. I threw myself completely into kissing him, making love with him. In his arms, I could temporarily forget that cold night.

Forget his words: "I won't let anything become an obstacle for you"—sounding so gentle while being utterly brutal.

I just needed to feel his warmth, his scent, let desire wash over me like a tidal wave. I knew that once I shattered this illusion, Ruslan and I would have nothing left.

He thought we were back to normal. He thought everything was fine.

Perfect. I could stick to my plan—when the pregnancy started showing, I'd find a good excuse to leave him without raising suspicion. I'd gradually reduce contact, slowly fade from his world.

Ruslan would quickly forget I existed, forget this woman who meant nothing to him.

He'd continue his life, find new lovers who were prettier, more obedient, who wouldn't dare ask about marriage or children.

And I'd give birth to our child alone in some foreign country, trying my best to forget this relationship and build a new life.

I took a deep breath, forcing down the endless ache and pain in my chest.

"Cherish this," I whispered to myself. "Cherish these final moments. Be as happy as possible, feel everything, and remember it all."

I flashed my most perfect smile at the mirror.

"Eva, ready?" Ruslan's voice came from outside the door.

"Coming!" I called back, throwing open the door and fluttering toward him like a happy butterfly.

Amberlin Crystal Banquet Hall lived up to its name. Brilliant crystal chandeliers cascaded from the ceiling like a galaxy of stars, transforming the entire hall into a palace.

I walked into the ballroom on Ruslan's arm .

In that moment, I could clearly feel the entire hall's volume drop several decibels as countless gazes fixed on us.

Ruslan was obviously used to this kind of attention, completely unfazed by the stares. He simply used his body to subtly shield me from people trying to approach us. When someone's inappropriate gaze lingered too long on me, he'd send them an icy look that made them quickly look away.

He leaned slightly toward me, speaking in a voice only we could hear. "You're beautiful tonight."

I couldn't help blushing. No matter how many times Ruslan praised me in that deep voice, it always made me feel shy and delighted.

"Eva?"

A surprised voice clearly reached my ears.

I looked toward the sound to see my best friend Ivanka in a strapless yellow gown, champagne flute in hand, her face bright with delight at seeing me. She started walking toward me with a smile, but froze when her gaze fell on the man beside me.

Her expression was one of complete disbelief.

When Ruslan's gaze casually swept over her, she finally seemed to snap out of it, walking toward us with awkward, uncoordinated steps.

Her lips trembled for a long moment before she finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Uncle Ruslan."

My smile froze.

I blinked, wondering if I'd misheard. What did she say? Uncle Ruslan?

I turned to look at Ruslan beside me, then back at Ivanka.

"Ivanka." Ruslan looked at her near-fainting expression and frowned almost imperceptibly before greeting her.

I felt my brain completely short-circuit as I searched their faces for any sign this was a joke.

But clearly, it wasn't.

"You two know each other?" I finally found my voice.

Ivanka's gaze fell on my hand wrapped around Ruslan's arm .

She struggled to keep her voice low while saying dramatically, "Eva, how are you with Uncle Ruslan?"

Just then, a well-dressed middle-aged man approached us.

He first nodded respectfully to Ruslan. "Mr. Yvannov, wonderful to see you again."

"Andre," Ruslan replied simply.

Andre's gaze fell on me. "And this beautiful lady is?"

"My date, Eva Stone." Ruslan's arm tightened slightly, pulling me closer to his side.

"Miss Stone, a pleasure." Andre complimented gallantly. "You're absolutely radiant tonight."

"Thank you," I replied gracefully, quickly adjusting as an actress should.

Andre turned to Ruslan. "Mr. Yvannov, about that project we discussed—my partners just arrived. They're very eager to discuss the specific cooperation details with you. Are you available now?"

Ruslan considered for a moment, then turned to me. "I need to handle some business. You can chat with Ivanka."

I nodded understandingly, releasing his arm. "Go ahead, business first."

His gaze lingered on my face for a few seconds. "Call me if you need anything."

After watching Ruslan leave, I pulled Ivanka to find a quiet corner.

"Okay, now you can tell me what the hell is going on," I said.

Ivanka took a deep breath. "Eva, remember that agent's number I gave you before?"

"Of course."

She smacked her forehead in frustration. "God, I'm such an idiot! I was so busy and scattered that I sent you the wrong number. I meant to give you another Ruslan's number—he's the actual agent. But instead I sent you Uncle Ruslan's number!"

"Wow, what a dramatic coincidence," I said, stunned.

"Apparently," Ivanka smiled wryly, then her expression suddenly turned serious. "Wait, Eva, how far have things gone between you two? Are you dating? "

No, I'm just your Uncle Ruslan's mistress. But saying that to my best friend would be way too awkward.

"Maybe," I said flatly.

"Do you know what Uncle Ruslan does for a living?" Ivanka asked.

I knew about Ruslan's status as a business mogul—everyone in LA did. But what Ivanka was about to tell me was clearly something else entirely.

I shook my head, though I already had a sinking feeling.

Ivanka looked around, then lowered her voice. "Eva, I have to tell you the truth. Uncle Ruslan isn't just an ordinary businessman."

She paused. "You know Yvann Group, right? On the surface, it looks like a legitimate multinational corporation, but underneath, it's actually the front for the largest Russian bratva organization in America. And my Uncle Ruslan is the head of that organization."

I thought about the vicious scar on Ruslan's body and those mysterious tattoos. Suddenly everything made sense.

"I know this sounds crazy," Ivanka continued, "but it's the truth. After Uncle Ruslan took over our grandfather's family business, he has ruled the entire organization with an iron fist. He's ruthless and decisive—everyone in both legitimate and criminal circles fears him."

She gripped my hands. "Eva, you have to be careful. Uncle Ruslan's world is incredibly dangerous, and he has enemies all over the globe. Plus, he's never truly cared about anyone. I've seen so many women try to get close to him, but none of them ever really got through to his heart."

"But he's good to me," I said quietly.

Ivanka shook her head. "I've known him way longer than you have. You don't understand him, Eva. I'm afraid you're going to get hurt."

I fell silent. If I'd been shocked at first, now everything suddenly made perfect sense.

Ruslan's coldness, his need for control, and his absolute rejection when I mentioned marriage and children. How could a Bratva leader allow himself to have weaknesses?

"Are you scared?" Ivanka asked carefully .

I shook my head. Strangely enough, I really wasn't afraid.

I guess it was because I'd already fallen in love with him. Even knowing his dangerous identity couldn't change how I felt.

Just then, several women in elaborate gowns approached us with drinks in hand.

I recognized the leader—Lilian. We'd auditioned for the same role once. She'd lost it, and while I'd initially gotten it, the part was later given to an investor's relative.

"Well, if it isn't our big movie star Eva Stone! What are you doing sitting over here?" Lilian said with obvious sarcasm.

The two women with her let out malicious laughter.

"Where's your sugar daddy?" another woman chimed in. "You really know how to work the system, don't you? Without Yvann Group, you probably couldn't even get auditions."

"Eva's success comes from her talent and hard work. Watch your mouths," Ivanka stood up to argue with them.

"Hard work?" Lilian sneered. "You mean the kind of hard work she does in bed? Well, she definitely won that game. After all, keeping the money man happy works better than anything else."

I held back Ivanka, who was ready to charge at them, and looked at them coldly. "Whether I earned my success or not isn't for you to judge. At least I don't have to tear other people down to feel relevant like you do."

"Oh! I hit a nerve, didn't I? You dare tell me you're not being kept? You dare say you didn't get where you are through your sugar daddy's resources?" Lilian laughed exaggeratedly, her voice dripping with jealousy and hatred.

More people gathered around, chattering among themselves. I clenched my fists, about to respond when a low, commanding voice suddenly cut through the noise.

"You all seem very interested in my girlfriend?"

Ruslan?

He walked straight to me and took my hand. His palm was dry and warm, full of reassuring strength .