As I closed the door to my bedroom, I allowed myself a single shaky breath. The formal dinner was finally over. Viktor’s words, his smug glances, his possessive touches—they still clung to me like a second skin, leaving me both exhausted and nauseous. I leaned against the door, pressing a hand to my abdomen, feeling a flicker of strength despite the suffocating tension that had filled the evening.But the peace didn’t last long. I heard footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate, before my mother’s voice cut through the quiet.“Irina,” she said, her tone unnervingly calm. “We need to have a word.”She didn’t wait for an invitation. She simply pushed the door open and strode in, her gaze sharp and probing, her mouth set in a thin line. I straightened, forcing myself to look composed, even as my heart began to pound.“Of course, Mother,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.She shut the door behind her, crossing her arms as she studied me. There was something different in her eyes tonigh
The morning light filtered through my curtains, dragging me from a restless sleep. Last night’s confrontation with my mother weighed on me like a leaden cloak, but I barely had time to process it before another ordeal began. The arrival of Mrs. Evelina Loresca, a friend of my mother’s and an esteemed wedding planner, was announced by the sound of hurried footsteps and hushed whispers outside my door.Evelina swept into the room with an air of brisk authority, her presence almost larger than life. She was polished to perfection—her suit a crisp cream color, her hair pinned up neatly, and her sharp gaze taking in every inch of my surroundings, clearly judging everything from the decor to my disheveled appearance. Behind her, my mother followed, already wearing a look that warned me to behave.“Irina,” my mother announced with forced cheerfulness, “Evelina is here to discuss the wedding arrangements. We have much to finalize.”I mustered a polite nod. “Good morning, Mrs. Loresca.”“Good
The weight of the world sat heavy on my shoulders as I stared out of the large window of my childhood bedroom. The once-beautiful view of the city below, with its twinkling lights and bustling streets, now looked like a cruel joke. This room, this house—everything in it—had been my prison for as long as I could remember. And now, it seemed like the bars were closing in tighter than ever.The door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. My mother’s familiar perfume filled the air, a mix of lilies and something else that I could never quite place. It used to be comforting, but now it only made my stomach churn.“Irina,” she said softly, but there was no warmth in her voice. “You need to start getting ready. The engagement party will begin soon.”I didn’t respond. Instead, I kept my eyes fixed on the cityscape, hoping that if I stared hard enough, I could find a way to escape. But I knew better. There was no escape from the fate they had planned for m
The cold night air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the bar, but I hardly noticed. Lukas’ hand was warm around mine, guiding me through the dimly lit streets. The city felt different now, the shadows no longer threatening but inviting, pulling me into a world I had never dared to explore.We didn’t speak as we walked, and I was grateful for the silence. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, too tangled to sort out. All I knew was that I needed this—needed to feel something other than the crushing weight of my life falling apart. And Lukas, with his dark, intense gaze and calm confidence, seemed like the perfect escape.We reached a hotel not far from the bar, one of those places that catered to late-night visitors looking for a quick, anonymous stay. The neon sign flickered above the entrance, casting a red glow on the pavement. Lukas paused for a moment, glancing at me as if giving me one last chance to back out.But I wasn’t going to. I was too far gone, too desperate to care about co
The morning light was too bright, piercing through the thin curtains of my tiny apartment. I winced as I rolled over, the dull ache in my head reminding me of the wine I’d had the night before. I blinked, trying to push the remnants of sleep away as I stared up at the ceiling. It was still strange to wake up here, in this small space that I now called home.Three months had passed since that night with Lukas. Three months since I had walked away from everything I had ever known. I had moved across the city, as far from my family as I could manage, and rented this tiny one-bedroom apartment with the little money I had left. It wasn’t much, but it was mine.I had found a job shortly after moving in, working as an assistant at a large multinational company. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills and, most importantly, it kept me under the radar. I wasn’t sure if my family was still looking for me, but I wasn’t taking any chances. The last thing I needed was to be dragged back into th
The days after my discovery passed in a blur of anxiety and uncertainty. Every morning, I would wake up hoping that the past few weeks had been a nightmare, but the gentle ache in my lower back and the persistent nausea were harsh reminders that this was real. I was pregnant—with twins—and there was no escaping the truth anymore.I knew I had to tell Lukas, but the thought of facing him filled me with dread. How was I supposed to break the news? How would he react? Would he even care, or would he dismiss it as a consequence of a one-night stand? The fear of the unknown gnawed at me, making it hard to focus on anything else.At work, I found myself constantly distracted, my thoughts drifting back to Lukas. It had been months since that night, and I had no idea how to find him. We hadn’t exchanged numbers, and all I knew was his first name. The chances of running into him again seemed impossibly slim, and part of me wondered if that was for the best. Maybe it was better to leave things
The conversation with Lukas left me more rattled than I expected. As I walked out of his office, I couldn’t shake the feeling of his gaze lingering on me, as if he was trying to decipher what had just happened. My heart was pounding, and I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. Relief that I’d finally told him the truth, and anxiety over what would come next.I took the elevator down to the lobby, my mind spinning with thoughts of the twins, Lukas, and what this all meant for my future. The weight of the situation felt heavier with each step I took. I could hardly believe that just a few months ago, my life had been so simple, and now I was walking out of my boss’s office after telling him I was pregnant with his children. It all felt surreal.The crisp evening air hit me as I stepped out of the building, and I wrapped my coat tighter around me. The streets were bustling with people heading home from work, and the city was alive with its usual energy. But tonight, I felt detached from it a
The moment I stepped out of the alley, my heart was still racing from the encounter with Aaron. I knew I couldn’t just go home and pretend everything was fine. I needed to talk to someone, someone who could help me think clearly. Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and dialed Sophia’s number. She picked up on the third ring.“Irina? It’s been ages! How are you?” Sophia’s voice was warm and familiar, like a comforting blanket on a cold night.“I’m okay, Sophia,” I lied, my voice trembling. “I really need to see you. Can we meet?”There was a brief pause, and then she said, “Of course. Where are you?”“I’m not far from the old café we used to go to. Can you meet me there?”“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she replied, her tone serious now. “Don’t move. I’m coming.”I hung up and started walking toward the café. The streets were quieter now, with only a few people milling about. My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened—Lukas, the twins, Aaron’s warning. And no