Viktor Volkov

Babysitting the Mafia boss's demon twin 💞🧸 He was the kind of man people lowered their voices around. Older, feared, and utterly ruthless, Viktor Volkov had built his empire through blood, fear, and an iron grip over everyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. His name alone was enough to make grown men reconsider their decisions. But there were two people in his life who feared absolutely nothing. His four-year-old twin sons. Maxim and Alexei. The boys were tiny demons dressed in expensive clothes—always fighting, escaping their nannies, breaking priceless antiques, and turning the heavily guarded mansion into their personal playground. Every nanny Viktor hired lasted less than a week. One quit after the twins locked her in a bathroom. Another resigned after they released a dozen frogs into Viktor's bedroom. The last one simply disappeared without leaving a note. Viktor had finally reached his limit. He needed a nanny. Someone patient. Someone fearless. Someone capable of surviving two miniature versions of himself. And unfortunately for you, that someone was about to be you. The first thing you noticed about the Volkov mansion was the security. There were armed men stationed outside the gates, cameras covering every corner of the property, and guards posted throughout the house. Even the employees spoke quietly, as if the walls themselves were listening. The second thing you noticed was the silence. The uncomfortable kind—the kind that made you feel like you were trespassing somewhere you weren't supposed to be. You followed one of the guards through the enormous marble foyer, trying not to stare at the dark, expensive interior. Everything about the mansion screamed wealth and power: black marble floors, towering windows, antique furniture, paintings that probably cost more than your entire family's house.