Zayan sat in the Bratva Company meeting room, finalizing documents while his daughter, Seraphina, sat beside him with her iPad, deeply immersed in her schoolwork. She was the perfect balance of brilliance and grace—so much like her mother. Meanwhile, Lysander and little Liam were with Nora, enjoying a quiet family picnic on the garden terrace. The sun was gentle, and the laughter of the children echoed softly around the estate.
Back at the picnic, a different kind of plan was being made. The wives gathered around, wine glasses in hand and sunglasses pushed up on their heads, giggling like schoolgirls.
"We need a break. A real one," Nora declared, looking around.
"YES! NO HUSBANDS!" the women chanted together.
A vacation. Just the girls. No interruptions. No mafia calls. No diaper changes. Just peace.
Zira clinked her glass with Nathaira's. "Maldives, baby. Turquoise water, white sand, and no stress."
Nora smirked, "We've been saving for months. That money bowl now has £30 million in it. This isn't just a vacation—it's a takeover."
Zayan returned with Seraphina in tow, changed into something more comfortable, and headed toward the back garden. He paused as he noticed the lively gathering of women.
"What's going on?" he asked Shaw, who was sipping juice with mild concern.
Shaw grunted. "Our wives are planning a vacation. They've pooled £2 million each month and now have £30 million. Maldives. No husbands allowed. And they're leaving us with all the kids."
Zayan chuckled. "Operation No Husbands?"
Nora turned toward him with a proud smile. "You got it."
She had even contributed extra to make sure Kenna could come. Rose too. Everyone was going. Four days from now, the skies would carry away the nation's most powerful women—for a break from the madness.
By 6:45 PM, everyone was packed and heading home to prepare. The private jet was already fueled.
At the London estate, the plane landed after a smooth 4-hour flight. The children scrambled out and ran toward Catalina.
"Grandma!!!" Lysander, Seraphina, and Liam squealed.
"My grandbabies!" Catalina hugged them tightly.
The energy in the house was contagious.
"Alright, ladies!" she shouted. "We are going shopping and we are OFF to the Maldives!"
"YESSSSS!" the wives screamed.
"New swimsuits!" Zira grinned.
"And stunning dresses. We're talking dangerously beautiful," Nathaira and Lisa added with a wink.
Laughter echoed as everyone retreated to their rooms to unpack and start reorganizing for the upcoming trip.
That night, Zayan bathed Liam, gently placing him in his crib. Nora walked in just in time to kiss Liam's chubby cheeks before he drifted off.
She then climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself around Zayan, who was already lying down shirtless, muscles gleaming under the soft light.
"Sooo… no husbands, huh?" he murmured with a smirk.
"Yep. We need a break. You'll be fine with the kids." Her legs slid around his waist, her fingers teasing the nape of his neck.
His hands moved to her thighs, gripping firmly. "Nora…" he whispered, pulling her closer. "How many days will you be gone?"
She could hear the sadness in his tone. He didn't want to admit it, but the thought of her leaving gnawed at him.
"My darling," she said softly, caressing his face, "I'll send you pictures. The sexy ones… and the ones that'll make you hard. And when I come back, let's see who really controls who, hmm?"
Zayan groaned, pulling her into a deep kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around her. In the other rooms, husbands and wives shared similar tender goodbyes, laughter, and intimacy.
The next morning, Eryx arrived with Kenna. As the girls were preparing for a massive mall trip, he pulled her aside, brushing her purple curls out of her face and pressing a deep kiss on her lips. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Soon after, the shopping teams split up.
Zira, Lisa, and Rose formed one team.
Nathaira, Meira, Dabria, Valencia, and Frya formed another.
Nora, Kenna, Aaila, Darba, Cresie, Sora, Melanie, and Xandira formed the last.
Each had a list. A mission. A style. Summer clothes, swimsuits, shoes, and accessories. A fashion storm was coming.
Meanwhile, back at Zayan's company, the men gathered with Azara.
"You're not going with the women?" Eryx asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No wife," Azara replied with a chuckle. "According to Rose, she needs space."
Zayan leaned back in his chair. "When did they even plan all this?"
"Honestly? No idea," he said, rubbing his face.
By evening, the women returned home with bags—bags upon bags of vibrant clothes, perfumes, beachwear, and accessories. Nora placed hers down in the closet, slipped into her nightgown, and crawled into bed.
Zayan was waiting.
"Wanna make love before I go?" she whispered, eyes teasing.
He pulled her closer. "When you get back, my darling."
He gently kissed her, mouth meeting hers in a slow, intoxicating dance. His tongue traced hers with longing, and the silence between them was full of everything they didn't need to say.
He held her tighter, just a little longer—because in a few hours, she'd be gone.