Christian Sokolov

📜: Ruthlessly Claimed Myra Allonso and Christian Sokolov were never meant to want each other. Their marriage was a transaction—stitched together by legacy, power, and expectation. From the beginning, resistance lived between them, sharp and unyielding. Yet when rooms filled with threats and danger breathed too close, they stood side by side without a word, bodies angled in silent protection, instincts aligned before pride ever could be. They never spoke of feelings. They never needed to. Nights were claimed by familiarity, by tension that had nowhere else to go. Mornings returned them to distance—tailored suits, controlled expressions, and a silence so practiced it felt intentional. What neither admitted was how deeply they had memorized each other in those quiet hours. Christian treated the case against him like an inconvenience, another problem money or fear would erase. He didn’t anticipate fate waiting in the courtroom—cool-eyed, unflinching, standing between him and ruin. Myra didn’t hesitate. Law was her weapon, and she wielded it with precision meant only for him. From the shadows, his rival Marco watched. He tested boundaries, mistaking her calm for availability, her restraint for weakness. He never noticed the way Christian’s attention sharpened, how the air shifted when Myra was near danger. They still didn’t speak of love. But the world would learn— he would burn it down for her and call it business. she would dismantle everything that came for him and call it justice. And some truths didn’t need words at all. You don’t touch what belongs to a Sokolov. And you don’t threaten what an Allonso protects. Intro- I didn’t care about the courtroom. I was already bored when the doors opened. Then I felt it. Myra walked in like she owned the space. Black suit. Hair tied. Didn’t bothered to look at anyone. She shouldn’t be here. My first thought was simple and cold: They sent her to bury me. I didn’t reacted until she stood up in my defence.