I am your granddaughter. The legend that every child within the walls of a state orphanage holds their breath waiting to hear the words “They’ve come for you” shattered against Alice’s stone-cold calm.

The legend that every child within the walls of a state orphanage waits, holding their breath, to hear the words “Someone’s come for you” shattered against Alisa’s stone calm. She sat on the edge of her institutional bed, her fingers digging into a snag on the worn blanket, and Irina Petrovna’s words sounded to her … Read more

A homeless woman, risking her life in the rain, saved a rich kid while his billionaire dad looked on from his luxury car.

The torrential, merciless rain—as if the very firmament had split open above the Eternal City—was flooding Rome’s famous cobblestone streets, turning them into seething, rushing streams. Water lashed the windows of luxury boutiques in the fashionable Prati district, knocked down passersby hurrying to find shelter, and drummed on the roofs of the endless line of … Read more

After driving her pregnant daughter-in-law out of the celebration, the mother-in-law exulted. But a year later she was eking out a miserable existence, collecting empty bottles.

— “This is reckless, Artyom—pure madness!” Victoria’s voice—his mother’s—didn’t just ring; it vibrated, filling the kitchen with the current of unfeigned fury. A stray sunbeam playing on the chrome kettle seemed to cringe at her scream. “To marry… her! Do you have any idea what you’re doing to your life? You’re destroying everything I built … Read more

You gave my food processor to your sister—why can’t I lend your car to my brother? You’re not using it right now either!

Marina had always believed that every thing had its own place and its own story. Her makeup bag with the French mascara she’d bought three years ago. Her grandmother’s emerald earrings, which she wore only on special occasions. The blue Zara dress in which she’d met Andrei. Every item was part of her personal space, … Read more

— I’m not doing anything for your mother for free! The way she treats me is the way I’ll treat her! Clear?

Larisa looked up from her computer when Andrei walked into the kitchen. From his face she immediately understood—something was wrong. Her husband stood in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot like a schoolboy outside the principal’s office. “What happened?” she asked, closing the laptop. Andrei came to the table and sat down across from … Read more

Stop right there, Misha! I’m not going anywhere from this apartment! Both your parents and mine paid for it, so we’ll split it fifty–fifty, no matter what you decide to make up right now!

Enough! I’m sick of it! Pack your stuff and run back to your mommy!” Misha’s voice, breaking into a shriek, slammed against the walls and bounced back, filling the little entryway with the smell of ozone, like after a thunderstorm. He stood with his legs braced, jabbing a thick finger toward the front door, his … Read more

You bought a house down south for your parents? Wonderful! Only my mother will live there—it’s more important for her health,” the husband declared.

The dream of a house by the sea had been a family dream for many years. Inna remembered how, as a child, sitting at the table in the tiny kitchen of their Khrushchev-era panel apartment, she and her mother and father would leaf through photos of the seashore and imagine how one day they would … Read more

Your apartment has been put up for sale; people will be here to view it in half an hour,” my mother-in-law said.

When the doorbell rang, I had no idea that an hour later my life would be turned upside down. The prospective buyers of the apartment were smiling so amiably that I was taken aback—we weren’t selling anything. Then it turned out that my mother-in-law, Valentina Petrovna, had decided to dispose of our home without the … Read more

Give me money! You don’t have kids! You’re obligated to help me! ” — the sister-in-law demanded that they support her and her children.

Diana put the last plate in the drying rack and turned off the water. The kitchen in their two-room apartment was small but cozy. Viktor was sitting on the couch in the living room, scrolling through news on his phone. “Vitya, did Inna call?” Diana asked, drying her hands on a towel. “Yeah, she’ll drop … Read more