Victoria Bella Volkov: “Who are these strangers? How did they find you?” Aunt Elizabeth's voice cut through the chatter of the room. Everyone stopped and turned to look at me. I felt all eyes on me, the pressure building up in my chest. I opened my mouth, ready to speak, but then the thought of what Vincenzo had said flashed in my mind: someone in the family might have had a hand in my parents' death. I swallowed hard. Could I really say that out loud? I wasn’t ready to confront that truth yet, not with everyone here. “Actually,” I began, my voice steady despite the knots in my stomach. “The strangers... they left me when I turned eighteen. I had to learn to survive on my own after that.” I glanced around the room, avoiding eye contact with Aunt Elizabeth. I didn’t want to see the judgment in her eyes. The story was half true, but not the part I was leaving out—the part about my parents, the people who had taken me in, and how I had spent years searching for answers. “Life wa
Victoria Bella volkov;"Good morning, everyone. I made breakfast," I announced, carefully setting the dishes on the table. Grandpa’s strict vegetarian preferences meant I had to prepare a separate dish for him. The aroma of fresh food filled the air as the family began trickling into the dining room, one by one.Aunt Elizabeth arrived last, her expression betraying no joy or excitement at my return. If Vince's suspicions held any weight, her lack of enthusiasm was a clue in itself.I couldn't afford to be careless. Every detail mattered. Somewhere in this house was the truth about who had orchestrated my parents' deaths. And with everyone here a potential suspect, breakfast was just another stage in this intricate game of deceit."This looks so perfect!" someone exclaimed, breaking the tense silence."What’s cooking?" another voice chimed in, filled with curiosity.As the family settled at the table, the air grew heavier with unsaid words. Eyes darted, smiles felt forced, and I noted
Victoria Bella Volkov:“So…..?” I raised my eyebrows, slowly biting my lip. My legs were raised upwards as I threw them up and down. “Tiger… I’m sorry, I already apologized to you.”“Yeah, but it’s not enough, baby. You didn’t give me a chance to prove myself.”“Yeah… I was being unreasonable and selfish!” I admitted, the words leaving my lips before I could overthink them. It wasn’t easy to say it, but I couldn’t pretend anymore. Still, I straightened my shoulders, refusing to seem too vulnerable.He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked—tired of me, maybe? “And you didn’t make it easy to prove myself either, Princess,” he said, his tone calm but laced with a hint of frustration.I tilted my chin, refusing to back down completely. “You didn’t give me much to work with,” I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual sharpness. “But… I’m here now. I’m listening.”His eyes softened just a fraction, but he didn’t speak right away, and
Victoria Bella Volkov:The day of my welcome party had arrived, and here I was, being dressed like a doll. Layers of satin and lace, brushstrokes of powder and rouge—every detail was being fussed over.A knock on the door interrupted the flurry. One of the maids hurried to answer it.“A delivery for Mrs. Volkov,” a man said curtly, handing her a package. She nodded, bringing it to me.“Open it,” I instructed, barely glancing at the box. She obeyed, carefully peeling away the wrapping until its contents were revealed.There it was—the most exquisite crystal gown I’d ever seen. The fabric sparkled as if it held shards of starlight, an impossible blend of elegance and temptation. It was the kind of dress that stole your breath and left your heart racing.Attached to it was a note.“It’s addressed to you,” the maid said hesitantly, her cheeks already tinged pink.“Read it,” I commanded, watching her fidget. She cleared her throat and began.“To my pretty little mouse…” She paused, her fac
Victoria Bella Volkov: The moment Marianne Washington stepped into the hall, her eyes found me first. It was almost as if she couldn’t help herself.A slow, wicked smirk spread across my lips as I watched her struggle to keep her composure. I could see it—the flicker of annoyance in her expression, the effort it took not to grit her teeth and spit curses at me.“Marianne… you came,” I said smoothly, plucking a glass of champagne from a passing steward’s tray.“You piece of trash,” she hissed under her breath, her voice sharp and biting.“Ah-ah,” I chided softly, lifting the glass to my lips. “Careful now. You’re in my territory. I’d hate to have the guards escort you out.”Her lips curled into a bitter sneer. “Is this why you invited us? To show off your new family? Surprise me.” She scoffed and brushed past me without waiting for a reply, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.I let her go, unbothered. My focus shifted.Where was Mother?I let my eyes scan the hall, ta
Vincenzo Dante Volkov :She never saw it coming. I grabbed her neck, squeezing hard enough that I could almost feel it snap.“The next time you speak to my wife like that...,” I growled, my nails digging into her skin. “I’ll ruin you. Got it?” I leaned in close, making sure she understood the weight of my words. She flinched, but before she could protest, I shoved her away.“It’s not fair…” she sobbed, breaking down in pathetic tears. The sight irritated me beyond belief, so I crouched down to her level, yanked her hair, and slapped her—once, twice, and then—“Shut your filthy mouth!” I snapped, rolling my eyes as I stood and walked away, leaving her crumpled on the floor.As I made my way back into the hall, I spotted Mrs. Washington talking to someone. Probably an Arlington.“Hey, babe, come meet my aunt. Mrs. Elizabeth,” Victoria said, emerging from nowhere.Of course, she had been watching.“Are you the famous Volkov? Vince, right?” Mrs Elizabeth asked, raising her eyebrows.“Yes,
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“How did it go?” I asked as Venom stepped into my office.“Good afternoon, Boss. The meeting went well. Oh, and you’ve received an exclusive invitation... from someone,” Venom said, handing me a sealed envelope.“Hmm. I’ll deal with it later,” I muttered, barely glancing up as I sifted through the documents Little Mouse had sent over.But concentration was impossible. Being away from my wife gnawed at me. The thought of her made my chest ache until I snapped the laptop shut in frustration.I leaned back in my chair, the weight of the day pressing against my temples. “God… Look into the Washington family,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Every single one of them. Mrs. Washington, the fool of a daughter… and the husband too. I want everything. Weaknesses, secrets, mistakes—dig deep.”Venom stood at attention, his usual sharp grin missing as he tapped on the iPad. “Already on it, Boss.”I looked up, narrowing my eyes. “And this invitation card… Who the hel
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:His voice was low, calm, unhurried—like a man who had all the time in the world.I stared at him for a moment before taking the headphones from his hand. “Thanks,” I muttered, my voice equally steady.We stood there, watching each other, two strangers who’d just crossed paths in the middle of the night. Something about him unsettled me—no fear, no hesitation. He was too calm, too composed, and that put me on edge.“Didn’t expect anyone out here,” I said finally, breaking the silence.“Same here,” he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets. His lips curved slightly, like he knew something I didn’t. “Nice place you’ve got.”My jaw tightened. “It’s mine.”“I know it's yours, Mr. Vincenzo,” he said smoothly, his voice even, unsettling. “I rented a house here for a year. I was impressed with the architecture—the designs are remarkable. Truly a reflection of a brilliant mind.”“You rented a house here?” My brow arched sharply as I stared at him, disbelief creepin
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Alright… You can do it!” This was me encouraging my wife in the hospital bed.In the blink of an eye, a few months had already passed, and we were doing really great—absolutely great.Victoria was in the labor room, and although I wasn't the doctor helping her give birth, I was still there. I wasn’t going to leave her.“Push!!”“Ahhh!!”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 kne
Victoria Bella Volkov:A family celebration was happening today. I was in my room, feeling nauseous.My baby was five months along now, and this had to be the best experience of my life. Having a doctor for a husband was a unique kind of blessing. Vincenzo handled my check-ups, prescribed medications, made sure I had a good day, and constantly reminded me to eat fruits, especially those rich in vitamin C.Juliet and Christopher had come over for the family celebration.What was the celebration about again? Oh, right. It was for Vincenzo—him officially reuniting with the family.Don Nikolai was returning today too, and the house was bustling. Everyone seemed busy with something. I stayed in the room with Juliet.“So... we went for a scan, and guess what? We’re having twins!” she announced, her eyes sparkling.“Oh my God, Juliet! Twins? That’s beautiful! I can’t believe it! I envy you so much!” I pulled her into a warm hug.“I’m going to miss you, Juliet. I can’t believe you and Christo
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“Mum, I want everyone to stay put. I’ve spoken with Victoria, and it seems like something is wrong.”“I found out where she is. She’s in a deserted warehouse, not too far from here—probably about a 40-minute drive.”“Yeah, that’s the same place you mentioned. I feel like she’s being held captive, and I’d bet 100 bucks it’s that stupid Luciano.”“All right, Dante. Be careful, okay…” my mother said, pulling me into a hug.“I’m going with you,” Cassandra said, but I shook my head.“No, I need to go alone.”“No, I’m not allowing that,” she said firmly. “I’m saying this as the Don’s wife. Let’s go!”The drive to this place was nerve-wracking. My guns were ready. Cassandra didn’t like the idea of going alone, so she insisted on coming with me.The plan was simple: she’d stay inside. If anything went wrong, she was to come out.As soon as I arrived, the darkness and silence of the place hit me. I knew my wife wouldn't willingly stay here. Hell, even if she weren’t my
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"Alright… to the left!" I instructed the construction team.The new project was underway—a major road for a remote village. We were so far from the city, and the heat was unbearable. Even the AC in the car couldn't cool me down."At this point, I want a sign that says 'Slow Down,'" I added, knowing the road would lead to a dusty area. Accidents were common here, so a warning was necessary."Boss, you should take a break and have lunch. It's past time, and we're almost done for the day," Evelyn suggested. I nodded, checking my wristwatch.It had been a while, and Little Mouse still hadn’t answered her phone. I dialed again, but the call wouldn’t go through. I figured it was a network issue and decided not to try again."Instant noodles?" I raised an eyebrow as Evelyn placed them on the table."Finding real food here is impossible, boss. I don’t know why we’re even here. You should have let the Construction Manager handle this. It's so hot... there isn’t a single
Victoria Bella Volkov:“Tiger, are you going to drive me to the supermarket?” I asked, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice as I noticed the tension in his expression.He shook his head. “No, I'm already running late. Why don’t you go with one of the guards, hmm? Just... don’t leave without security.”I pouted a little but nodded. “Fine. Can’t believe you're not taking me. But I’ll manage. I’ll leave now...”“I’m sorry, babe. I really wish I could, but this meeting... I’m already ten minutes behind. Please, just be careful,” he said, kissing my forehead before I turned to go.I stepped outside, the air crisp as I headed to the supermarket. It wasn’t far from the estate, just a quick errand for some fruit. It wasn’t like we didn’t have fruit at home, but I craved something different.As I walked through the aisles, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from Vincenzo.I love you, baby...I smiled, my heart warming, but the calm was short-lived.A sound. A shift in the air, like
Victoria Bella Volkov:I was in the same room with Cassandra, and she was helping me with a soft back massage.“You do this so well…”“Yeah… Nikolai taught me.”“You know, I…” I said, sitting up. “I saw a lot of headlines about you. The D’Angelo daughter.” I said, and she looked at Sharon, requesting she leave the room.“Hmm. I'm sorry I had to ask her to leave. This is a sensitive topic for me. As you know, I was abused by people I thought were family. I lost my first baby…” Tears started to well up in her eyes.“I didn’t even know I was pregnant. It’s crazy because it was my adopted brother’s child, and he…”“Hey, I’m sorry I brought that up,” I said, gently. “Me too. I was abused. My adopted sister, Marianne, stole the trash of a boyfriend, and you know…”“Yeah… Vincenzo told us what happened. I’m sorry… it happened to you!” She said, going to wash her hands.“It’s okay… It’s not your fault. I’m healing.”“And I’m healed,” she added, and we both laughed at that.My phone buzzed, an
Victoria Bella Volkov:“Why would you say that?” I asked, chasing after Vincenzo to the bathroom.“Honey…I can't, okay…”“Please… Please, for me…” I pouted my lips, and he groaned in annoyance.“Little Mouse, I'm doing this for love. Come on… How on earth do you expect me to wear a donkey cosplay?” He pointed at the package I had ordered from Amazon.“Oh yeah… You won’t do it for your pregnant wife!?” I looked away, and he pulled me into a hug.“You seem to forget that if I could get the world for you, I would. I’ll wear it, okay?” He kissed my forehead, and I blushed.Quickly, I left the bathroom and put on my own cosplay.I was cosplaying Beetlejuice. I did a quick makeup job, and when I was done, he was also out of the bathroom.The way he looked at me, I was sure he was tired of me.“Twin… Where have you been??” I bit my lip, crawling toward him slowly.“What in the world of cosplay is this?” He asked as I reached for his towel.“You don’t think I’m pretty?”“You’re pretty… Yeah…
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Nothing on this planet could have prepared me for the changes in my wife's behavior or her frequent eating habits. Our beautiful journey together has been nothing short of amazing.My mother does everything she can to ensure my wife is well, and with Cassandra's help, we’ve been making slow but steady progress.At the moment, I was in my office, having resumed work today. The place had been quiet, and everything seemed to be running smoothly.“Boss,” Evelyn knocked on the door before stepping inside. “She's here. Should I send her in?”“Yes, definitely,” I replied, and she nodded before leaving.A few minutes later, a middle-aged woman in red walked in. She had a familiar face—I recognized her, though I doubted if she recognized me.“Mr. Vincenzo, how nice to meet you,” she said, taking a seat across from me.“The pleasure is all mine. So, you requested to see me?”“Yes, erm... I sent you a proposal, but I didn’t receive a response. Was it because it wasn’t sati
Victoria Bella VolkovThe past two weeks had been a whirlwind of activity. Vincenzo and I worked tirelessly to ensure the children found better homes. Some were taken in by foster families, while others were reunited with their biological parents. A few had no place to go, but we made sure they were safe.Luciano, however, was still missing. He had vanished without a trace. Vincenzo had gone after him, but it turned out to be a trap, leaving us no closer to finding him.For now, though, people seemed pleased with our efforts. The children’s welfare was a small victory in a sea of chaos. Christopher, on the other hand, hadn’t returned to work yet. His betrayal still lingered like a shadow between us.Once trust is broken, it’s never the same again. Still, Christopher remained close to Vincenzo. Perhaps loyalty, even fractured, is hard to sever entirely.Abigail, Grace, and the other girls were taken to a secure location. Many of them were fortunate to reunite with their families, and w