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Ariana Volkov

As I stepped into the lavish ballroom where Julia Allister's birthday party was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the tinkling of champagne glasses reverberating through the room. I could see the elite members of the Bratva gathered, dressed in their finest attire, their expressions masked behind polite smiles and calculated gazes.

Julia, the stunning second wife of Alexander Allister, stood at the center of attention, her emerald eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She was a newcomer to the world of Bratva, a delicate flower thrust into the dangerous garden of our underworld society.

I made my way through the crowd, my steps confident and my smile charming as I greeted familiar faces and exchanged pleasantries. The She Devil, they called me, a title I wore with pride and cunning. In this world of shadows and deception, one must always be two steps ahead.

As the night progressed, I observed the intricate dance of power and influence that played out before me. Whispers of alliances and betrayals floated through the room, each word a weapon in the silent war for dominance within the Brotherhood.

A sudden hush fell over the room as the Godfather himself, my father, entered with Ivan by his side. The air seemed to crackle with tension as his piercing gaze swept over the assembled guests, a silent reminder of his authority and control.

I caught Ivan's eye across the room, his expression unreadable as always. My dear brother, a formidable force in his own right, was a mystery even to me, his twin. We shared a bond forged in blood and ambition, a bond that transcended mere sibling ties.

As the night wore on, I found myself drawn into a dangerous game of intrigue and manipulation, where every smile hid a dagger and every word held hidden meanings. The stakes were high, and the She Devil thrived in the midst of chaos and uncertainty.

But beneath the facade of glamour and power, a darker truth lurked, waiting to be revealed. Secrets whispered in the shadows, alliances tested by fire, and loyalties pushed to their limits.

And as I raised my glass in a silent toast to the night's festivities, I knew that the real game had only just begun. The She Devil's reign was far from over, and the Brotherhood would soon witness the full extent of my ambition and cunning.

For in the world of Bratva, where power was the ultimate currency, only the strongest would survive. And I, Ariana Volkov, was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.

And boom the little noises in the hall were silenced when the Chief of Bratva entered. Jeon Jungkook, who likes to be called Chief Jeon or Ombra . His aura was something that everyone in the room had to worry about . He was like a sheep amongst the lions . I am afraid of what he did to be at that position at a young age . He was cunning and Devilishly Handsome .

The sound of shattering of a glass broke me out of my thoughts . Typical gesture of Bratva to keep all the ears . I noticed Jeon jungkook was not in my sight . I moved in the corner where the main thrones were kept . At the left was the throne of the Chief Of Russia, Jeon Jungkook. He sat there knowing his domain. At the right was the throne of the Don Of Russia , Alexander Allister . Who sat there like he owned the place . In the middle was the throne of the Godfather, My Father , Dimitri Volkov .

"Welcome everybody in the discussion of Bratva . Tonight Julia Allister, the wife of Alexander Allister is celebrating her birthday. On this occasion I'd like to announce something that is very important for The Brotherhood. My daughter , Ariana Volkov, the female capo of Bratva , is a bachelorette and being born as the daughter of a Russian Mafia she definitely knows she will have to have a marriage contract with any of the members of Bratva . So I want her to take this decision who she wants to marry as this is the only fatherly thing I am appropriate to do now. I apologize to you , Ariana Volkov , for not asking you about this but I will give you the right to choose whomever you want . You can take your time to make a right decision. Now you all may continue. "

I gave my father a nod as I moved ahead and kissed his hands , another typical gesture of Bratva . My father was a great father compared to all the fathers of Bratva .