ZOEY
As the tension escalated, the door burst open, revealing Alexei, a storm of fury and determination in his eyes. The room fell silent for a moment as he assessed the situation. His gaze locked onto me, and I saw a mixture of relief and anger in his eyes.
The malicious woman tried to explain, "Alexei, we didn't—"
He cut her off with a cold glare. "Save your excuses. You took something precious from me, and now you'll pay."
I couldn't help but laugh again, the sound echoing in the tense room. "You're done, all of you. Alexei won't spare a single one."
Alexei's expression softened as he stepped forward, his focus unwavering. "Zoey, are you okay?"
I nodded, a flood of emotions overwhelming me. "I knew you'd come for me."
He gently pulled me away from the man, who was now trapped between the wrath of Alexei and the chaos outside. The malicious woman was cornered, fear etched on her face.
As Alexei and I st
ALEXEIZoey was finally safe, her warmth beside me in the car a comforting reassurance. Yet, as I stole glances at her, I couldn't shake the anger simmering within me. Bruises marring her delicate skin, evidence of the torment she endured, fueled the fire of fury against those who dared to inflict such pain.My phone buzzed, and I saw Yaz's name on the screen. Answering the call, I heard the concern in his voice. "Alexei, what's the situation?""We're heading to the penthouse, not the estate. Zoey needs rest," I replied, my gaze never leaving her.Yaz, ever reliable, understood. "I'll take care of things back here. You focus on Zoey."I turned to Zoey, her eyes meeting mine in a silent exchange. Despite the lingering pain etched on her face, she managed a smile that sent warmth coursing through me.Returning the smile, I told her, "Take care of things back there, Yaz."Yaz's voice on the other end assured me, "Don't worry about things here, Alexei. Just take care of Zoey."Disconnecti
ALEXEII waited patiently, giving her the time she needed to gather her thoughts. "After Mom died, I was first taken to an orphanage, and I was there for about a year before I was adopted," Zoey began, her voice carrying the scars of her memories."They were good people until they were not. Their daughter never liked me, so she turned her parents' hearts against me." Her eyes, clouded with sadness, mirrored the pain she had endured.I held her hands gently, a silent gesture of support as she ventured into the depths of her past. The pain etched on her face made it clear that these were wounds that time hadn't fully healed."They totally changed towards me overnight, and they became bad people until they eventually became tired of me, and then I went to the next foster home." Her gaze became distant, as if she were reliving those moments.As Zoey continued, the layers of her tumultuous journey unfolded before me. "They were even worse than the previous ones. It was as if they needed a
ZOEYI never intended to spill my secrets to him, but the circumstances we were in forced me to spill everything.The words just kept pouring out of me, a part of myself I had hidden away for so long now laid bare."I killed a man. I am a fucking murderer," I confessed, the weight of that truth hanging heavy in the air."You are not a murderer, Zoey," Alexei's voice cut through my self-condemnation.I turned to him, surprised that I had spoken those words aloud. I shook my head bitterly. "I am, Alexei. I kept on stabbing him, and the funny thing is, I did not regret it. I am a fucking psycho," I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the small room.He gently turned me to face him, his hands holding my face. "You are not a psycho. If you hadn't done what you did, he would have raped you and probably killed you. So you defended yourself," he reassured me.I hiccuped, the emotions swirling within me. "I ran away.
ZOEYI woke up the next morning feeling an unusual sense of calmness. It had been a long time since I had slept so peacefully.Turning to the other side of the bed, I noticed Alexei wasn't there. I scanned the room, but there was no sign of him. The warmth on his side of the bed suggested he had only just gotten up.After brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I realized my clothes were still dirty. Opting for one of his shirts, I found it large on me, with sleeves that were too long. I folded it and went in search of Alexei.The aroma of something delicious led me to the kitchen. There he was, shirtless and cooking. My heart raced at the sight of him. I stood in the doorway, captivated by the sheer presence of this man.Tattoos adorned his left hand and extended to his back. It was a breathtaking sight, and for a moment, I just couldn't look away.I mustered the courage to step into the kitchen, unable to resist the magnetic pu
ZOEYThe morning light streamed into the room as I woke up, groaning against its brightness. As I turned to the side, the empty space beside me hinted that Alexei was not there for the second time today.A smile tugged at my lips as the memories of the early morning flooded my mind – it was undoubtedly intense.Feeling a pleasant soreness between my legs, I couldn't help but smile again. A long, soothing bath worked its magic, and I slipped into another one of Alexei's shirts, reveling in the comfortable embrace of his oversized clothing. As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight of him, shirtless and at ease, brought another smile to my lips.Taking a moment to appreciate the view, I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around his back, feeling the contours of his muscular frame. He turned slightly, his lips finding the bridge of my nose in a tender kiss that sent my heart racing."Hey," I greeted, my voice a soft murmur."Hey," he replied, a smirk dancing on his lips, and I couldn't help
ALEXEIWe spent a few more days in the penthouse, a brief break from the tumultuous reality that awaited us. I found solace in the quiet moments with Zoey, her calm presence a balm for the chaos in my world. Yet, I knew we couldn't linger forever, and there were pressing matters that demanded attention – Ivan being a looming threat that needed to be extinguished.Right now Zoey sat quietly beside me in the car, appearing serene and at peace. However, I couldn't shake the nagging worry that once we returned to the estate, the harsh reality might cast its shadows over her again. I was determined to be her anchor, shielding her from the darkness that Mikhail had brought into her life.Mikhail's actions wouldn't go unpunished. He had eluded my grasp thus far, but the next encounter would mark the end of his malevolence.As we approached the estate, I sensed the shift in the atmosphere. The protective cocoon of the penthouse dissolved, giving way to the familiar surroundings of our home.
ALEXEIBetrayal is like a punch to the gut. It's the sinking feeling when someone you trust turns their back. It leaves scars, not just on the surface but deep within.It's a storm that rages in your heart, tearing apart the foundation of trust. You question everything, every shared laugh and secret. The pain lingers, a constant reminder of deception.Betrayal is a bitter cocktail of anger, disappointment, and heartache. It's realizing that someone you thought was a friend was playing a dangerous game, ready to sacrifice your bond for their gain.The emotional toll is immense. It breeds skepticism and an unwillingness to open up, creating walls to protect the heart. Every relationship becomes tinged with caution, as the fear of betrayal lingers in the shadows.Yet, in the aftermath, it breeds strength. It's a harsh teacher, urging you to be vigilant and resilient. Betrayal reveals true character, and from its ashes, you rise, stron
ALEXEII sat motionless, my mind reeling from the revelation. For a very long time, I haven't allowed myself to think about my father.He was somebody that I despised. His cruelty knew no bounds. He was cruel even to his own family, so what stopped him from being cruel to those he was supposed to lead?I found myself transported back to the darkest corridors of my past. My father, a man whose cruelty knew no bounds, haunted my memories like a relentless specter.He was a tyrant, ruling our family with an iron fist and inflicting pain without remorse.I remembered the day he took my mother's life, the look of terror etched on her face as she pleaded for mercy that never came. She was the only light in our shadowed existence, the one who shielded us from the worst of his wrath. But even her love couldn't protect us from his brutality.My brother Kirill and I were his favorite targets, subjected to endless humiliation and degra