Liliya stood frozen at the door, her pulse hammering in her ears.Dice’s words echoed in her mind.“Stay out of the east wing.”It wasn’t a warning.It was a challenge.And that terrified her more than anything else.She turned to look at him. He was still leaning back in his chair, watching her with that same unreadable smirk, like he was waiting to see what she would do next.Every instinct screamed at her to run.To fight.To do something.But she forced herself to breathe. To think.She had walked into this room prepared to take control of her fate. She couldn’t let Dice throw her off course now.“You think you know everything, don’t you?” she said quietly.Dice tilted his head. “I don’t need to think, Liliya. I do know everything.”Her fingers curled into fists. “Then you should know this—I’m not going to sit here like a helpless wife while you and your father play games with my life.”Something flickered in Dice’s gaze. “Is that so?”“Yes.” Liliya stepped closer, meeting his col
Liliya sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the note in her hands.“Your husband is planning something dangerous. If you want to survive, meet me tomorrow at the garden entrance. Midnight.”The words felt heavier the more she read them.Who wrote this?Was it a trap? A warning? Or something more?She knew she had two choices: tell Dice or go alone.But trusting Dice wasn’t easy.Yes, they had formed an alliance—one built on mutual benefit, not trust. He was still dangerous, still cold, and he had made it clear that if she betrayed him, he would kill her himself.She had to be careful.Liliya exhaled, tucking the note into her pocket. She would go. But she wouldn’t go blindly.If this was a test, she had to pass it.---The estate was quiet at midnight.The guards patrolled in shifts, their routes predictable. Dice’s father ran the household like a fortress, but even fortresses had weaknesses.Liliya had memorized the guards’ movements over the past few days. She slipped through the
Liliya’s heart still pounded from her confrontation with Dice. His words haunted her."You still don’t understand how this game works, do you?"He had claimed the video was for his father’s benefit. That he was only pretending to agree with killing her.But was that the truth?She didn’t know.What she did know was that she couldn’t afford to trust him—not yet.She had her own war to fight.Her parents.Nessa.Henri.They had all destroyed her. Betrayed her.And she would make them suffer.But first, she needed more power.And if Dice thought she was weak, then she would let him believe that—until it was too late.---Later that evening, a servant knocked on Liliya’s door.“Madam, you have been invited to attend an event with the Master.”Dice.Liliya frowned. “What event?”The servant lowered his head. “A private gathering with important guests. Master Dice instructed you to be ready by eight.”A public event?This was unusual.Dice had kept her locked in this house for days, treatin
Liliya could still feel Dice’s warning burning in her mind."If anyone destroys you, it will be me."It was meant to intimidate her. To remind her of her place.But it only made her more determined.She would take her revenge.And now, with Henri right in front of her, she had to be careful.Because Dice was watching.And if she made the wrong move, she wouldn’t just be fighting one enemy—she’d be fighting two.---Liliya needed air.The weight of the evening was pressing down on her, suffocating her.She slipped away from the crowded hall, stepping onto the large outdoor balcony. The cool night air kissed her skin, offering a moment of relief.But she wasn’t alone.Her breath caught as she turned and saw him.Henri.He was leaning against the railing, staring at the city lights.Liliya’s nails dug into her palms.The last time she had seen him, he was in bed with Nessa.Her twin sister.The memory burned inside her.The way they had laughed when she caught them.The way Henri hadn’t
Liliya sat in the car beside Dice, her fingers resting against her lap as the city lights blurred past the window.The ride was silent.Unsettlingly silent.Dice hadn’t spoken a word since they left the party.Liliya wasn’t stupid—he had seen her with Henri. He had heard their conversation.But he hadn’t confronted her about it.And that meant one thing.He was waiting.Waiting for the perfect moment to strike.And that terrified her.Because Dice never made a move unless it was calculated.If he was quiet now… then something was coming.Something she wouldn’t see until it was too late.---The car slowed to a stop in front of Dice’s estate.Liliya took a breath.The night wasn’t over yet.As they entered the house, Dice finally spoke.“You seemed close with Henri,” he said, voice calm.Too calm.Liliya’s heart pounded.She forced a small smile. “Not really.”Dice turned to face her, tilting his head slightly.“You two looked… comfortable.”Liliya met his gaze. “We have a past.”A pas
Liliya could still feel Henri’s touch on her wrist, like a ghost lingering long after it was gone.His warning echoed in her mind."Dice isn’t what you think he is."A part of her wanted to dismiss it.Henri was a liar. A manipulator. The man who had betrayed her in the worst way.But… he had risked breaking into Dice’s estate just to warn her.And that meant something.Liliya sat by the window, staring into the dark night, unable to shake the uneasy feeling twisting inside her.There was a storm coming.She could feel it.And she wasn’t sure if she would survive it.---The Morning After...Liliya barely slept.She was on edge the whole night, expecting Dice to storm into her room, demanding to know why Henri had been there.But morning came, and the house was eerily calm.Too calm.Liliya walked downstairs, expecting to see Dice at the breakfast table, drinking his black coffee, his expression unreadable as always.But he wasn’t there.Instead, a maid approached her.“Mr. Rexroth le
Liliya barely slept that night.Every time she closed her eyes, images of the photos in Dice’s hidden folder flashed in her mind.He had been watching her.For years.And the picture of Nessa from the night of her betrayal…What did it mean?What else was Dice hiding?Liliya turned in bed, staring at the ceiling.She needed answers.But she had to be smart about it.Because one thing was clear—Dice was always one step ahead.---The morning sun filtered through the curtains when Liliya finally got out of bed.Her mind was already set.If Dice wanted to play games, then she would play too.She wasn’t the weak woman he thought she was.After getting dressed, she made her way downstairs.Dice was already at the dining table, sipping his black coffee.He barely glanced at her.“You’re awake,” he murmured.Liliya took a seat across from him, keeping her expression neutral.“I didn’t know my husband kept a collection of photos of me,” she said smoothly, picking up her fork.Dice didn’t reac
Liliya sat frozen in the study long after Viktor had left.Her thoughts were spinning.Everything she had believed about her marriage to Dice was a lie.Her parents had planned this.Dice had been after her for years.But why?What was the real reason behind this marriage?And more importantly—how much danger was she really in?She needed answers.And she needed them fast.---Liliya waited until the house was quiet that night before slipping out of her room.She had to be careful.Dice was a man who noticed everything.But she couldn’t just sit back and wait for the truth to come to her.She had to take control.With silent steps, she made her way toward Dice’s study.It was the only place in the house she hadn’t dared to search before.Because she knew—that was where he kept his real secrets.When she reached the door, she held her breath.The handle turned easily.Not locked.She exhaled slowly and stepped inside.The room was dark, but moonlight streamed through the window, castin
The charity event had ended, but its effects lingered.Liliya sat in the backseat of the car, her hands resting on her lap as she stared out of the window. The city lights blurred past, but her mind was elsewhere.Dice sat beside her, relaxed as if nothing had happened.But something had happened.She had played her role perfectly. She had smiled, laughed, leaned into him.Yet, what unsettled her was that she hadn’t felt like she was acting.Henri’s reaction had given her satisfaction, yes. But the warmth that had curled in her stomach whenever Dice had whispered in her ear or held her a little too close…That had nothing to do with revenge.She stole a glance at Dice, trying to read his expression.He caught her staring and smirked. “Miss me already, wife?”Liliya rolled her eyes, turning away. “I was just wondering how long you planned to keep up this little act.”Dice’s smirk deepened. “As long as it takes.”There was something in his voice that made her heart stutter.“As long as
The next morning, Liliya regretted her decision.Dice’s words from the last night echoed in her mind."Make him jealous."It had seemed like a simple plan, but now that the sun was up and reality had set in, she realized how dangerous this game truly was.She knew Dice wasn’t doing this out of kindness. He wanted something.But so did she.If she had to play the role of the loving wife to get her revenge, then so be it.Still, as she walked down the grand staircase into the dining hall, she felt an unusual nervousness settle in her stomach.Dice was already seated at the head of the table, sipping his morning coffee as if he hadn’t just proposed a twisted game of deception the last night.His eyes flickered to her, assessing. “You’re late.”Liliya arched a brow. “I didn’t know we had a schedule.”Dice smirked. “We do now.”He gestured to the seat beside him. The one she usually avoided.Liliya hesitated but forced herself to move forward, ignoring the way her pulse quickened.She sat
Liliya tossed and turned in her bed, her mind a storm of thoughts. No matter how much she tried to focus on her revenge, Dice’s words kept replaying in her head."Why are you not fighting to leave this marriage again?"She had answered without hesitation. But now, alone in the dark, she questioned herself.With a frustrated sigh, she sat up. Sleep was impossible.She grabbed a silk robe from the chair and wrapped it around herself before stepping out of her room. The mansion was quiet, except for the faint ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway.As she walked past Dice’s study, she noticed the faint glow of light coming from under the door.He was still awake.Liliya hesitated. She could just ignore it and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.But before she could take another step, the door opened.Dice stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes locking onto her instantly.Liliya’s breath hitched. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit—just a simple black shirt and sweatpants. His hair
Liliya’s pulse pounded in her ears as Henri’s smirk deepened. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, a dangerous dance of power and control.Dice remained still beside her, his expression unreadable, but Liliya could feel the tension radiating from him. His grip on her waist tightened ever so slightly, a silent warning that he wasn’t amused by Henri’s presence.Henri’s words lingered in the air."Does he know the truth?"Liliya forced herself to stay composed. She couldn’t let Henri get under her skin—not here, not in front of so many people.Dice’s voice was low and sharp. “If you have something to say, Henri, say it.”Henri chuckled, swirling the champagne in his glass. “Oh, it’s nothing too serious,” he mused. “Just a little something Liliya and I shared in the past.” His gaze flickered to her, full of taunting amusement. “Isn’t that right, darling?”Liliya’s fingers curled into fists.She wanted to slap that smug look off his face.Dice’s jaw clenched, his body shifti
Liliya sat in the grand dining room the next morning, stirring her untouched coffee. The sunlight streaming through the large windows did nothing to warm the cold feeling inside her. Her restless night had left her exhausted, but it wasn’t just the nightmares that haunted her—it was Dice.The way he looked at her last night.The way he had leaned in too close.The way her body had betrayed her, reacting to his touch when it shouldn’t have.She clenched the spoon in her hand.She was here for revenge.Not to get lost in Dice’s twisted games.Across the table, Dice sat silently, flipping through the morning newspaper. He looked completely at ease as if the tension between them didn’t exist.Liliya hated that.How was it so easy for him to act like nothing had happened?Finally, he spoke without looking up.“You’re not eating.”Liliya stiffened.She hadn’t expected him to notice.“I’m not hungry.”Dice smirked, setting the newspaper down.“Strange. You seemed hungry last night.”Liliya’s
Liliya sat in her bedroom, staring at the night sky through the large window. The conversation with Nessa still echoed in her mind."Henri will come for you."A chill ran down her spine.She hated him.She despised him.But she knew Henri well enough to understand that when he wanted something—he wouldn’t stop until he got it.Her fingers curled into fists.Not this time.Not ever again.She wouldn’t let him ruin her life a second time.A knock on the door broke her thoughts.Before she could respond, the door swung open.Dice stepped inside.His presence filled the room instantly, dark and commanding.Liliya’s heart skipped a beat.She hadn’t seen him since Nessa left earlier.Now, he stood in front of her, watching her with those piercing eyes.His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing the firm muscles of his chest. His sleeves were still rolled up, showing his strong forearms.He looked dangerous.But also—Irresistible.Liliya swallowed hard, pushing that thought away.Dice exh
Liliya sat in the grand living room, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair as she waited.The large doors slowly swung open.And then—Nessa walked in.Liliya felt her stomach tighten.Her twin sister looked as perfect as ever, dressed in a pale blue dress that hugged her slim frame. Her long, silky brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a smug smile curled on her lips.It was the same look she had worn that night.The night Liliya had found her in bed with Henri.A wave of anger rushed through Liliya, but she forced herself to stay calm.Nessa tilted her head, studying her.“Sister,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “You look... well.”Liliya didn’t move.“What do you want?” she asked coldly.Nessa’s smile widened. “Is that any way to greet family?”Liliya’s jaw tightened. “Family?” She let out a small, humorless laugh. “You lost the right to call me that the night you betrayed me.”Nessa sighed dramatically. “Oh, Liliya, must we keep going over th
Liliya stirred in her sleep, her breathing soft and steady.But Dice wasn’t asleep.He lay beside her, his hands folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling.His thoughts were restless.His emotions? Even worse.Liliya had started to slip into places she didn’t belong.His mind.His heart.And Dice hated that.Because feelings made people weak.And he had vowed never to be weak again.Yet here she was, sleeping beside him like she belonged there.Like she wasn’t the same woman he once despised.With a sigh, he turned to look at her.She was facing him now, her long lashes resting against her skin, her lips slightly parted.She looked innocent like this.Like she wasn’t planning her own revenge.Like she wasn’t the woman who had ruined his past.Dice clenched his jaw.He couldn’t let himself forget.He wouldn’t let himself forget.But then—Liliya shifted in her sleep, mumbling something.Dice frowned.He leaned in slightly, listening.And then he heard it.A name.A name that sent
Dice sat in his private study, his fingers drumming against the wooden desk. His expression was calm—too calm.But his eyes?They burned with fury.Henri had walked into his house.Uninvited.Unannounced.And worse—he had been with Liliya.Dice clenched his jaw.Someone had let him in.And that someone was about to suffer.A sharp knock echoed through the room."Enter," Dice said coldly.One of his guards stepped in, his head bowed."We’ve identified the person who allowed Henri in."Dice leaned forward, his eyes narrowing."Who?"The guard hesitated."It was Daniel, sir. One of the new recruits. Henri bribed him."Dice’s lips curled into a sinister smirk."Bribed?" he repeated, his voice dangerously soft.The guard swallowed."Yes, sir. He offered Daniel a large sum of money to look the other way. He thought it was just a small favor."Dice’s fingers curled around the edge of his desk."A small favor," he murmured.Then, without warning—He slammed his fist against the table.The for