I was fired because of my age. As a farewell, I gave all my colleagues roses, and I left my boss a folder with the results of my secret audit.

I was fired because of my age. As a farewell, I gave my colleagues roses, and I left my boss a folder with the results of my secret audit. “Olga Nikolaevna, we’ll have to part ways,” pronounced Gennady Ivanovich with that very same feigned fatherly softness that usually served him as cover for his meanness. … Read more

I found a little girl on the pier with no memory after a typhoon and adopted her. Fifteen years later, a ship sailed in bearing her mother.

The salty wind toyed with Marina’s hair as she, squinting against the sun, laid another stroke on the canvas. Azure bled softly into indigo, forming that very unique shade of the sea on the verge of sunset—so close and yet unreachable, as if trying to hold light in your palms. She was twenty now, but … Read more

“Pack up your crap and go to a communal flat. I’m going to live here now,” the hubby’s mistress cackled. But when she got to the notary’s office, she screeched…

The door slammed so hard that a ringing rolled through the apartment, as if a wind from someone else’s fate had burst into the house. On the doormat were traces—thin heels, the scent of expensive perfume, eyes full of laughter—but not hers, not one of their own. “Pack your things and go to the dorm,” … Read more

— If I and my parents—who gave you the business and the car—are so bad for you, then leave everything and go live with those who are “good”! I’m sure your mommy will be thrilled!

“I’m sick of all of you! Your father, you… your whole clan!” Roman burst into the apartment like a gust of foul wind, bringing with him the smell of alcohol and cheap, showy rebellion. He didn’t take off his shoes, dragging a dirty streak across the light parquet, and began pacing the living room in … Read more

— Oh, is that so? Your apartment? You’re the boss here? Did you buy it, Slava? No! Then shut up, because there’s only one person in charge here, and that’s me! And you are nothing more than my husband!

— “No, we haven’t decided yet. I want to knock this wall down, combine it with the kitchen, turn it into a studio, but Kira’s still digging her heels in. You know women—they have to think everything over a hundred times. It’s fine, I’ll wear her down.” Kira heard the phrase as she was walking … Read more

“First and foremost you’re a housekeeper, and only then a wife,” her husband shouted at his pregnant wife.

Larisa sighed heavily, stroking her belly. Since the morning she had been having contractions — judging by the intervals, they were practice ones, but the overall condition was unpleasant. There was still time before the delivery, but the thought that it might start early frightened her. Her bag had been packed for weeks already, yet … Read more

“Vika, you understand… It’s just for one day. Take the furniture out to the dacha and that’s it. He can’t very well carry it there on foot!” Raisa Gennadyevna stretched her lips into what she considered a smile.

“Well, hello, Victoria,” her voice was all ice-cold politeness. “I want you to know this. You turned my son against his family. He used to be a normal man. Now he’s a doormat.” “Are you calling just to insult me?” Victoria opened the fridge and took out some kefir. She no longer had the strength … Read more

He married a millionaire for money… but at the last moment, everything turned upside down. Why?

Nicholas Miller had longed for luxury for as long as he could remember. Growing up in a shabby provincial town, he learned early that he wanted something more. His childhood unfolded in a cramped apartment with paper-thin walls, noisy neighbors, and an endless shortage of food. On television, he saw villas with ocean views, gleaming … Read more

Their daughter disappeared in 1990—on the very day of her graduation. Twenty-two years later, her father stumbled upon an old photo album that would change everything.

Their daughter, Lena, vanished in 1990 — on the very night of her graduation. It was a warm June evening. Stars scattered across the sky, the house filled with the scent of lilacs and freshly baked vanilla cake — her favorite. Lena spun in front of the mirror in a blue dress, laughing, while her … Read more

“I demand that you take me in!” declared the mother to her son—the son she hadn’t spoken to in eight years.

Andrei slowly climbed the stairs to Yelizaveta Sergeyevna’s apartment. His mother’s friend had been calling for the third day in a row, insisting on a meeting. “A son’s duty”—those words had been etched into his memory since childhood. “Come in, don’t stand on the threshold,” his mother’s voice sounded as imperious as ever. “See what … Read more