Готовый перевод Я ненавижу тебя! / I hate you: Первая глава

Genre: Modern erotic love Novel, Psychological melodrama.
Caution! Scenes of violence and cruelty! Obscene language! Suppression of personality, humiliation.
From the author:
As always, muz pushes the plot into my head, I couldn't do anything, I had to write...
Thank you to my readers on the sites "Prodoman", "LitEra" and "SamIzdat" you have done so much for me!

ANNOTATION:

One day, one moment, one meeting, but it changes everything!
How to live on if you are faced with your childhood nightmare face to face?
Heavy memories spill out, exposing the nerves and ruining the whole well-established world
that you created for more than ten years - a cozy home, a loving family and a caring husband.
It's not there anymore. And never again...
... Or is there something else that can be saved?

Thank you for the annotation by Anastasia Mutshal!

From year to year, left behind the wall,
I knock because of the glass that covers me,
Please open up, don't hide from yourself !

(c) Elena Shlenkina

It happens that love will pass by itself
Neither the heart nor the mind is affected;
That's not love, but youth is fun.
No love has no right to disappear without a trace:
She comes to live forever,
Until a man disappears into the ground.

(c) Nizami Ganjavi

CHAPTER 1

Vlad was angry to the point of gnashing his teeth. He hated going to the store in person, but more than going to the store, he hated queues, and there was clearly a queue at the gas station in the store. But he wanted to smoke too much, and he had smoked his last cigarette an hour ago. It was a bad habit, but it was the only bad habit Vlad had that he wasn't going to give up. The funny thing is that he started this habit on purpose, just to prove to himself that he is capable of at least going against something ...
" Weakling!" Grandfather's hateful voice rasped in Vlad's head.

Vlad gripped the car keys in his hand so tightly that they almost cracked. This old senile man has long been dead, and all his words, which he bestowed on the only grandson and heir to a huge empire, and still haunt Vlad.
Vlad cursed, and once again looked down at his feet, grinned.
"I hope you're burning in hell, you old bastard," he said softly, and went into the store.
He wasn't going to stand in line, he never did, he always went ahead. Although he was not used to going to the shops himself.

"I should have at least left the driver," Vlad muttered inwardly, but then dismissed the thought.
He no longer trusted his security team, after yesterday's incident, he decided to completely change everyone who was personally guarding him. It was a decision he had made during the night, and he had no intention of changing it. That's why I drove myself and even without security.
"Fuck, because of your paranoia, we've already gone through all the recruitment agencies in the city, Vlad," he was angry into the phone

Herman, his personal, permanent for fifteen years, head of security.
"This is my paranoia, many times already helped me to survive, so do not gundos, remove all, I want new ones."
"At least leave the driver, who will take you to work in the morning?"
"I'll drive myself."
"Well, as you know, Vlad, now I will remove them all."

He remembered the conversation he'd had with Herman the night before, after seeing one of his bodyguards look too nervous and look surprised when he'd canceled his trip to the club at the last minute.
Who else would say-stupid. But not Vlad.
He trusted his gut and intuition, and if he didn't like something - a look, a gesture, anything-he didn't care what he looked like or what anyone thought of him.
The only thing the old dotard had taught him was to trust his intuition and, of course, his logic.

And Vlad always obeyed these rules.
But, unfortunately, because of these rules, he now himself will have to go to the store for a pack of cigarettes, which naturally had a queue! He could see it through the glass walls of the store.
But he certainly wasn't going to stand in line.
And no one would ever dare to say anything against him. Vlad knew how to look with such a look that everyone around him instantly faded and looked away.

And now, as soon as Vlad entered, his domineering aura instantly affected all the people in the room without exception. Vlad looked around at everyone, mentally counting five average citizens aged from 30 to 45 years, with an income of no more than a thousand dollars a month, standing in line and was about to go to the checkout, despite the people, but he was attracted by some unnaturally bright light from the window.
He automatically looked at that light and saw her.

She was standing in the corner by the window, the bright July sun shining down on her. And it seemed to him that the sun made her glow even more, as if she could accumulate its light and illuminate everything around her.
"Some kind of stupid comparison," Vlad muttered to himself, to his unaccustomed romantic thoughts, certainly not peculiar to him.

Her hair was a bright red, and she was wearing a white lace sundress that fell to her ankles and showed off her shoulders. On her feet are white sandals, with small multicolored flowers on the clasps, on flat soles.
She was very small, about five feet tall. And you would think that it was not a woman, but a teenager, but her breasts and hips made it clear that it was a woman. And not even a young student anymore. Offhand, Vlad would have put her at about twenty-five or even twenty-seven.

She crossed her arms protectively over her chest. It was obvious that she was nervous. Her pretty face, with its plump lips slightly touched with glitter and freckles on her nose, turned from side to side. She looked at the window, at her fingernails, and again her eyes fell on the window. She shifted from one foot to the other, adjusting her hair alternately, then the bag on her shoulder. And again returning his gaze to the window.

Vlad found himself looking at her narrow wrists, her hands, and the tiny wedding ring on her right ring finger. She wasn't wearing any other jewelry. Generally.
For some reason, Vlad desperately wanted to see a set of gold with black diamonds on it. It is black. A bracelet, a pair of rings, earrings, and a choker around her slender, long neck. No, it should be a gold chain with thick links, and on it a black diamond pendant. It would certainly look good in the cleavage between her breasts.

And that white lace sundress... he would rip it off her right now, without a second thought. Yes, that's right. Completely naked and out of clothes, only the most expensive diamonds in the world - black. And she was on her knees in front of him, with his cock in her mouth.
Vlad didn't realize how slowly he walked over and joined the queue. More precisely, next to her. He didn't even notice that the queue wasn't moving. And the cashier is not there at all. He didn't care, he wasn't in a hurry anymore. Although another time, he would have caused such a scandal that this gas station would have already been closed. But right now, he didn't care.

He wanted her until his cock ached.
Unashamedly, he shifted from one foot to the other and adjusted his cock, which was already bursting out of his light summer trousers, made to order by one of the most famous and expensive tailors in England.
Vlad looked away, trying to calm his strange, bestial lust. He was even surprised by this fact. It seems that last night, as always, he had his secretary Lidochka, bending her right in the reception room across her desk. And now he wants this redhead as much as if he hasn't fucked in at least a month... or even a year...

"What the fuck?" Vlad wondered inwardly.
And it's true that all redheads are witches...
while Vlad carefully looked away from the girl to calm his raging hormones, he noticed that he wasn't the only one staring at her.
Everyone in the queue was doing what Vlad was doing.

That's why she's so nervous, Vlad chuckled to himself. Her
whole body was covered with this lacy white rag, but her bare, fragile shoulders and slender fingers, with their neat, clear-lacquered nails, were much more attractive than any short leather skirt and corset that prostitutes usually wear.

He even felt a little strange. Usually such beauties know their own worth and on the contrary try with so many males, although the males of these ... it could be called a huge stretch, but still, with so many men, any beauty who knows her worth begins to put her breasts forward, hips back, lick her lips, throw sly glances at one or the other.
And this one, on the contrary , is all hunched over, covered with her hands, her head down, straightening her hair so that her face is not visible.

But these nervous shy gestures of hers made all the men in the store even more excited. And they didn't just want her. Vlad saw in their eyes the same animal desire-lust.
He even practically read their thoughts and desires, they were ready to unite now, although they were completely unfamiliar with each other and, grabbing her by the hair, put her on her knees, and then each of them would stick his cock in her mouth, spreading those plump lips and that would be just the beginning.
Innocent, but insanely sexual depravity-that was what she radiated.

Vlad suddenly understood now why men become rapists, and he felt that way now.
Vlad gripped his key even tighter in his hand and heard the alarm beep.
Heck! He accidentally opened the door!

It seemed to Vlad that the air temperature in the room was so hot that the air conditioner, working at full power, could no longer cope.
And the reason for this ball is clearly not the July heat.
And she is a red-haired, innocent, but insanely sexy witch!
Vlad realized that it would be his. For tonight.

And if Vlad wants something, he gets it.
He looked around, waiting for everyone in the store to meet his gaze. None of them was a match for him. Everyone who met his gaze instantly looked away and instinctively took a step back. Retreating before the strongest.

All the men realized that there was nothing for them here, not even worth dreaming about.
This woman was already Vlad's for the night.
The cashier returned, apologizing profusely to everyone. But Vlad was sure that no one was listening to her.
The queue moved. And the store slowly began to empty. Vlad was the last. He bought a pack of cigarettes and followed her at a brisk pace.

Her pink Volkswagen Beetle looked funny next to his huge black Hummer. Vlad did not really like this car, he was already tired of it. But it was made to order and all its windows and doors were armored. And the new Bugatti he ordered from the catalog hadn't been finished yet.
Maria fussily pulled the gun out of the tank and, closing the lid, already went to the car door. She was in such a hurry to leave this place that she didn't even notice men who she was actually running from.

He blocked her path. Maria braked in confusion at the very last moment, almost crashing into Vlad. She lifted her head and looked at him.
He gave her his haughty, superior look, as always. Maria froze in horror. So many years have passed. She thought she'd forgotten... but no, she can't forget him. That look, that appearance, that domineering aura. Yes, even when he was only sixteen, even then he was already like this.
The master of life...

And it hasn't changed much. Is it that he has matured, expanded in the shoulders and has become even taller? And the look... his eyes were a little different now. No, no, the superiority and arrogance have not disappeared, but the disgust and anger have changed to something else.
"Hunger?" - Maria thought, but immediately dismissed this strange guess, she strongly doubted that Vlad Lisovsky had ever been familiar with this concept, unlike her.

"Call me at 19: 00 today," Maria heard his gruff and imperious order.
Without realizing it, she took the card from him with a start and even nodded automatically.
And then he did something that caused Maria to have a brain tear in the first place. He lifted his hand and cupped her chin, running his thumb over her lower lip. And this seemingly innocent, but terribly sexy gesture made Maria choke on air.
And then he took his hand away and, turning around and not looking back, walked in the direction of his car.
And when he opened the door, it was only then that Maria finally realized what had happened.

..
Rage flooded her. All-consuming black, burning all her soul since childhood, hatred and rage. All the things she'd been storing up since the day he'd casually spat into her soul and practically destroyed her as a person.
All that she carefully, with the help of a child psychologist, was able to hide a thousand locks in her little child's heart, all that pain and misunderstanding of cruel injustice. All of this poured into her soul in a huge flood, threatening to tear her mind apart.

She didn't know how she'd gotten to his car so quickly, and she put her hand on the door, blocking his way. And then, when he turned to her with all his strength, she slapped him in the face and in an angry voice began to practically shout at the entire gas station, attracting the eyes of people:
"Even if you're the last man on earth, I'll never, you hear, never in my life for anything in the world, not that I won't call you, I'll never sit on the same hectare with you even to take a shit!"
She tossed the card in his face, and with her chin up and her back straight, she turned and walked slowly back to her car.

Then, just as slowly, without looking at the black Hummer or at the rigid-faced owner of the car, she started the engine and slowly, following all the rules, drove out of the gas station.
There was not a single emotion on her face, but there was a real hurricane in her soul.
As well as on Vlad's face. Like Maria, he slowly got into the car, closed the door, and slowly drove out of the gas station.

Those who were at the gas station and watched this scene with morbid curiosity, and did not even suspect what was happening to Hamer's driver.
But if they knew, their hands would shake with fear.
No one, never dared, not only to refuse him, but also to raise the tone of his voice to Vladislav Lisovsky. It was only his grandfather, only he did it. But after his death three years ago, no one dared even say a word against Vlad. There was also Herman, but he always did it jokingly. He really knew what happened to those who dared to speak to him in that tone.

Even the bodies of these people were not found.
And he was rejected by some whore...
Vlad had no doubt that she was a whore, because for him all women were such-whores and whores created to please men! Sometimes even produce offspring for procreation. He, like his grandfather, was a complete sexist. He despised women so much that he even refused to enter into fairly lucrative contracts if the company was run by a woman.

And now, not only did a woman dare to refuse him, she also dared to refuse him in SUCH a tone.
Vlad smiled, but if anyone saw his smile now, they would shudder with horror, at least.
"She'll be sorry, I'll make her apologize," Vlad promised himself mentally, and tried to put the red-haired witch out of his mind.
He had too many meetings and things to do in the morning, but then he would definitely call Herman to find her and bring her to him.
And the diamonds, ... he would buy them for her anyway, and put them on her when she was naked and crying at his feet and begging for forgiveness.

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