Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"Detective, you're alive? That's quite unfortunate," I said, leaning casually against the wall, the glass of whiskey cool in my hand. I swirled the liquid lazily, watching his face contort in a mix of rage and pain."You goddamn devil. What did you do to me!?" His voice was hoarse, the accusation laced with desperation.I smiled, savoring the moment, and let the glass slip from my hand, shattering on the floor. "I operated on you," I said, walking toward the bed he was bound to. My footsteps were deliberate, echoing in the room. "Took out the diamond you stole from me... nothing much.""Nothing much?!" He coughed violently, his body trembling as he winced. "You're going to pay for this!"I tilted my head, studying him. The man was already broken, but his spirit clung stubbornly to empty threats. "Yeah... I know," I replied nonchalantly. "But first, let’s play a little game. Five questions. All you need to do is say yes or no.""Fuck you," he spat, his voice weak
Christopher’s POV“I don’t fucking want to hear it, Luciano!” I snapped, my voice sharp and cutting through the air. My fists clenched at my sides, and I could feel the tension radiating off him, but I didn’t care. “All I wanted to do was help you, not betray my boss!”Luciano scoffed, stepping closer, his eyes narrowing as if he didn’t believe me. “Help me? By working for the man who made my life hell? Do you even hear yourself?”I turned away, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. “This isn’t about him. This is about you. About you dragging me into your mess.”He laughed bitterly. “Dragging you into my mess? Don’t you dare pretend you’re innocent in all this. You’re still letting the rich play you like a pawn, just like always. What are you, Christopher? Some kind of dog? A lapdog for a bully who deserves everything coming to him?”I whirled back around, my voice rising. “Stop it! You don’t know what you’re talking about. My boss might be a lot o
Victoria Bella Volkov:"Ma'am, it's not good for you to keep taking these pills," the woman said as she handed me the painkillers. "You've been using them for a long time now, and...""And what?" I cut her off. "I'm stressed. Just leave me alone." I paid for the medicine and walked out of the pharmacy.If they were tired of selling me the painkillers, I'd find another place. I just needed to pull myself together.As I was driving, a man spat at my car."Hey! I didn't do anything!" I yelled, rolling down the window."What are you doing, huh? Trying to get us all killed? You a murderer?" he shouted.The word hit me hard, and my chest tightened."I'm not a murderer!" I shouted back, speeding away from the man.When I arrived at the Washington house, I parked in a quiet spot.The house was eerily quiet, maybe because their daughter was dead, my mind whispered. I quickly pushed the thought away."What are you doing here?" she yelled when I walked into the living room.There were no securit
Christopher:"Boss, there's something I need to tell you," I said, settling into the couch."Hmm, I'm listening," Vincenzo replied without looking up, his focus still on his laptop. It was clear I didn’t have his full attention.Before I could continue, Olivia entered. "Good morning, Mr. Volkov!" she chirped. I rolled my eyes, though she didn’t notice."Good morning, Christopher," she added."Miss Olivia," Vincenzo interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You’ll address him as Mr. Christopher. Understood?" His tone carried enough venom to make her visibly flinch."My apologies, Mr. Volkov," she stammered. "You sent for me?"He gave a curt nod, pulling up a video on his screen. Turning it toward her, he pointed. "That’s you, isn’t it? The woman on the left."His fingers tapped against the table—a menacing rhythm that everyone in the room knew all too well. It wasn’t a question. It was a warning."N-no, that’s not me," she stuttered, her lie feeble and poorl
Victoria Bella Volkov:“Murderer! Victoria is a murderer!”The chant was deafening outside the company gates. A crowd of nearly a hundred had gathered, their voices laced with venom as they threw rotten eggs at the pristine glass walls of the building. From my office window, I watched as chaos unfolded below. The anger on their faces and the cruelty in their voices made my chest tighten.Ashley walked into my office, closing the door softly behind her, though her face betrayed the weight of the news she was about to share.“Boss…” she hesitated, then continued, “Videos of you pushing Mrs Washington are all over the internet. They’re calling you a murderer.”“They’re demanding answers. Some are even calling for you to step down as the managing Director,” Ashley added, her voice faltering as the noise outside grew louder.Before I could respond, the door to my office burst open. Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Jacob stormed in, their expressions cold and unforgiving.“I knew it!” Aunt Elizabet
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Mr. Volkov,” The psychologist doctor began, his tone carefully measured, “your wife is experiencing a severe psychological response to trauma. It’s beyond normal grief or guilt—it’s manifesting as trauma-induced psychosis.”“What the hell does that mean?” I barked, gripping the edge of the desk. “She’s seeing things! Hearing voices! Is this permanent?”The doctor exhaled deeply, choosing his words carefully. “It’s not necessarily permanent, but it’s serious. Her mind is struggling to process what she’s been through. The crying, the hallucinations, the obsessive behavior—it’s her brain’s way of coping with overwhelming guilt and stress. And, Mr. Volkov… there’s something else.”I froze, my breath hitching. “What else?”“She’s pregnant,” the doctor said gently. “Roughly six weeks along.”My world tilted. I leaned back, my hand gripping the chair for balance. “Pregnant?” I echoed, my voice a whisper.“Yes,” he confirmed. “This changes things. Her body is under imm
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:I parked outside the shopping mall, waiting for Jacob. He wasn’t just any random guy—he was my first "guest." The kind of guest who didn’t know he had an appointment.When he walked out of the mall, arms full of groceries, I stepped out and strolled up to him.“Jacob! Hey, man!” I called, grinning like we were old friends.He stopped, confused. “Do I know you?”I shrugged, lifting my shirt just enough to show the piece tucked at my waist. “You do now. Let’s take a walk, yeah? My car’s right over there. Here’s how it goes: you yell, someone puts you down. You run, same thing. Clear?”Jacob froze, his eyes darting around before nodding.“Good. Come on, buddy. This way.” I gripped his shoulder, guiding him to my car. I opened the door, gesturing for him to slide in, then shut it behind him like I was his chauffeur.By the time I got behind the wheel, Jacob was already sweating bullets.“Relax,” I said, turning on some music to fill the silence. “Let’s chat. Just tw
Christopher:I stood beside Bishop, guiding him on what to add and what to cut. If I was right, the boss would be gone in two days."We're all set," Bishop said, sending the audio and a detailed report to multiple media outlets and hotlines."Nice caption," he added, sliding the computer closer to me.“Mm. Now this is a good headline to catch attention!” I said and he nodded, forwarding the headline and writing things to the boss.*Adopted brother admits to murdering his sibling and wife, only for their long-lost child to return after twenty-four years and accuse her of the crime!*My phone buzzed, and I saw a message from Juliet. After everything that happened that night, she had insisted I talk to the boss, but I still hadn’t had the chance.Maybe I should try to fix things before heading home.“Bishop…” I called, and he turned to face me.“Yeah? Something you need me to do?”“Recheck the boss’s camera footage… the one from the warehouse, and maybe the estate too,” I said. He raised
It was a long night. Victoria had been in labor for hours, and I could see the exhaustion on her face. Sweat slicked her forehead, and her grip on my hand tightened with each contraction."Easy... easy..." I whispered, trying to keep her calm, but she wasn’t hearing it. She was too focused on the pain."Push!" the nurse said, her voice sharp and clear. Victoria squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a loud cry of frustration."Push! You’ve got this, Victoria," I said, doing my best to be encouraging. She glared at me between breaths."Yeah, right. You’re the one who put me in this position!" she shot back, her voice strained. I knew better than to argue.The nurse was moving around, adjusting equipment, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t about to leave her side. I stood by her, rubbing her back as she gave another push.The nurse gave me a knowing look as she prepared to leave. “We’ll be right outside,” she said, before heading for the door. But I wasn’t going anywhere.“No, I’ll stay
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“You! You did this!” the president bellowed, his finger shaking as it pointed at me.I raised my hands, smirking. “Easy now. I didn’t do anything, alright?”“I'm disappointed at the kind of games you've played Mr President. First you tried sabotaging my image, now you plan on killing me?” Nikoali walked in, he took a glass of wine and drank. “Interesting…you wanted to kill my brother? After everything I've done for you!?” I asked, shaking my head. “Indeed, you are a fool. What was running through your head!” Nikolai set the empty glass down with a deliberate clink, his cold eyes never leaving the chaos in the room. "The president’s ambition always outweighed his intelligence. I warned you, didn’t I? But you never listen."I stepped forward, my boots clicking against the marble floor as I faced the dying man on the ground. Blood seeped through his shirt, pooling beneath him, yet his defiance still flickered in his eyes.“You wanted to kill my brother?" I repeat
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The car pulled over at the grand event hall. I adjusted my suit and stepped out. Nikolai wasn’t answering his calls, and it had been hours.Inside, I searched the room, weaving through the crowd of politicians and officials. Finally, I spotted him on the upper level, speaking to a high-ranking senator.I headed straight for them. Nikolai saw me coming, his expression tightening for a split second before he spoke.“Vince,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be here this soon.”“Clearly,” I replied.Nikolai excused the senator, and the man left without a word. Once it was just the two of us, I didn’t waste any time. “What the hell are you doing here?”“I’ve been calling you,” I said, my voice sharp. “No answer. I didn’t want to call Dad, Mom, or your wife to tell them your life is in danger.”Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘my life is in danger’? I’m fine, Vince.”“No, you’re not.” I stepped closer. “Mr. President ordered a one-point-and-shoot strategy
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"I love how you play these games, Charles. Coming into my house and trying to kill my wife? Really?" I walked toward the man tied to the chair, his face disfigured from repeated punches and his fingers chopped off. He was gagged, of course—I didn’t want to hear his excuses for trying to harm my wife."What was it? The money? How did you even get into my house with all that security, huh?" I watched as he tried to move—was he thinking of running? I couldn’t be sure, but I loved the way fear radiated from his face.He muffled a sound as I gave him a shallow cut across his cheek."Is that a cry?" I muttered, leaning closer, locking eyes with the man tied to the chair. "Alright, just nod. That’s all I need from you. Who sent you?"He thrashed, muffling something behind the gag."Oh, right. The gag." I yanked it off, watching as he gasped, blood trickling from his split lip. "Now, talk. Was it the Senator? Yes? No?"His breath hitched, his words tumbling out in a rus
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The silence between Little Mouse and me was deafening, weighted with all the things I’d done wrong. Every marriage has its storms, but this—this was a hurricane of my own making. She is my goddess, my entire world, and I’d be a fool to let my thoughtless actions tear apart what we have.I needed to apologize—not just with words but with my soul.I walked to her room and knocked gently. The sound barely broke the air, but I knew she heard it. She turned away, her back now to the door, and my heart sank further.She was angry, hurt. I could feel it radiating from her, and I had no one to blame but myself.I stepped inside, my breath heavy with guilt. As I approached the bed, I spoke, my voice raw and trembling with emotion.“Baby,” I began softly, “I’m sorry. I endangered you and our babies, but most of all, I broke your heart.”The words caught in my throat, but I pushed on, sinking to my knees beside her. “Please, forgive me. I can’t go on like this. It’s tearin
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Some things never change. I was in my office, going through files and preparing for the next patient. The door opened, and a woman stepped in, followed by a man who looked like he didn’t want to be here.“Good afternoon,” I said, motioning for them to sit. “I’m Dr. Vincenzo. How can I help today?”“My name is Gloria,” the woman said, her voice shaky. “This is my husband, Daniel. We, uh, just came in for some tests.”I nodded, looking at their files. “Alright, I see the test results are in. Let’s go over them.”She sat up a little straighter, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “Is something wrong?”I took a deep breath, keeping my tone calm. “Gloria, one of the tests shows you have an infection—it's a sexually transmitted infection.”Her face went blank for a second, like she didn’t quite understand what I said. “What? No… that can’t be right.”The man, Daniel, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gloria looked at him, her voice growing a little more anxious. “Da
Victoria Bella Volkov:"Hello, Miss Volkov," Clara mumbled, setting something on the table. She gave a curt nod to Vincenzo before leaving without another word."Well, that was... brisk," Vincenzo said, raising an eyebrow as he opened the container. "Did you bring me food because you wanted an excuse to check on me?"I smirked. "In your dreams! I just thought you might appreciate a meal." I wandered around his office, glancing at a few things. "It smells just like you—warm and inviting." I stopped and turned to him. "Anyway, I'm heading home now. I love you.""Oh, baby, I love you too," he said, pulling me in for a soft kiss.I left the hospital with a smile. Let me tell you, at least two nurses couldn’t stop staring at me.I was sure they thought Vincenzo was single. How dare he look so handsome? A flicker of annoyance bubbled up inside me, though I guess I was just being paranoid.Once in the car, I sighed, wishing he could stop working altogether. I wanted him to myself—only to mys
Victoria Bella Volkov:"I think this little boy wants to come out so fast!" I muttered, rubbing my baby bump. I was in just my underwear, lying on Tiger's lap."Yeah, I can't wait to kiss them," Vincenzo replied, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t paying much attention to me."Hey, are you looking at or texting a girl? Why are you acting so busy?" I said, pinching his leg."I am busy, and I'm not texting any girls. Why would I text a girl when you're here?" he asked, kissing my head. "Alright... I'm just trying to get some vital information from the President's daughter, Clara.""I knew it!" I half-yelled, sitting up. "I knew that girl was going to be a hard time for me and you...""Easy, easy, cupcakes." He put down his phone. "I'm just trying to set things right. I have nothing to do with that blonde girl.""You sure...?""I’m as sure as my name!"Vincenzo left a few minutes later to take his night bath, while I stayed on the balcony, watching the stars. That seems to be my favo
Vincenzo Dante VolkovThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the unshakable scent of betrayal. Power-hungry men sat around the table, their shadows stretching across the walls like predators circling prey."Are you accusing me of ordering the destruction of your properties and goods?" the President asked, his voice steady but his gaze sharp. I exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression."If you claim to have left the world of power, shouldn’t the loss of illegal weapons mean nothing to you?" he added, leaning back in his chair, his tone laced with challenge."Ah," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I see where this is going. But tread carefully… Don’t forget, I’m the reason—""You’re not the reason, Mr. Volkov," he snapped, cutting me off. "The reason I’m the President isn’t because of you or the power your family handed me. No, it’s because I chose this. I had the zeal, the drive, to become who I am!"I let a small, cold smile creep across my fac