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“How Dare You Sell The Plot Without My Permission?” — I Inherited A Dacha. But My Mother-In-Law Decided It Belonged To Her. 15.09.2025admin Lilya, what are you doing to those curtains?” her mother-in-law’s voice sliced through the living room’s silence. “How can you hang them like that? The pleats are coming out uneven.” Lilia froze … Read more

  Alyona stood in front of the mirror in the hotel room, adjusting her veil. Two months ago she had married Dmitry Volkov, and that day had seemed the happiest of her life. The wedding was small—about thirty guests, a modest reception at a café—but everything felt heartfelt and warm. After the celebration, the newlyweds … Read more

    Candles. Definitely candles. I placed them all over the table, trying to create that very atmosphere I’d been dreaming about all year. A white tablecloth, crystal glasses we’d received as a wedding gift and never once used, a bouquet of white roses in the center. Everything had to be perfect. My birthday—December twenty-third—always … Read more

 — Are you sure we should go today? It’s a blizzard outside, the roads are probably buried, and honestly I’m not in a festive mood at all, Marina said as she stood by the window, watching snowflakes whirl in the streetlamp’s light and nervously tugging at the belt of her robe. Andrey, tying his tie … Read more

“Damn you!” Igor shrieked, and a white blur shot across the room—the vase with artificial daisies smashed into the wall. Glass scattered over the floor, catching the lamplight. A glittering shard skimmed Anna’s leg. She didn’t even flinch. “Have you lost your mind?!” Her voice snapped into a scream. “Kirill is sleeping!” “And what the … Read more

 It was one of those gray, colorless days when the sky seemed to press the earth down with its weight. A day when even the air felt heavy, and the birds were too tired to sing. Maria, a young maid in the Lanskoy household, had just finished sweeping the marble steps at the front entrance. … Read more

 Part 1. The Cold Threshold “While you were in labor, I decided we should get divorced. So don’t even take off your coat—I’ve already packed your things. Get out,” Igor said to his stunned wife. Izolda went rigid. In one hand she carried a heavy bag from the maternity ward; in the other, a precious … Read more

  “Kirill, open the door. That little click of the lock sounds like a sentence.” Elena yanked the chrome handle again. Nothing. Inside the brand-new SUV, it smelled of premium leather and his cologne—sweet, heavy, with a musky undertone that always gave her a migraine. Today it wasn’t just unpleasant. It felt suffocating, like someone … Read more

 Elena stood in the hallway, staring at someone else’s boots. They were far too new for this apartment. In the entryway—where the air always carried old shoe polish and damp wool—those shiny, lacquered toes looked shamelessly out of place. And they weren’t even where shoes belonged. Not on the ridged rubber mat. The boots were … Read more

  “Are you seriously going to the parents’ meeting looking like that?” Sasha stood in the doorway, his mouth twisted into a scornful half-smile. “What’s wrong with it?” Vika adjusted the scarf on her head, working hard to keep her voice steady. “Nothing. Just… the other parents are going to stare. Masha is already insecure … Read more