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 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 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’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 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
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
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
LILIYALet me start by saying, this was not my idea. I would rather be in my apartment now, under my duvet, stuffing my mouth with snacks and a handful of lollipops while watching a new series on my laptop to celebrate my graduation from college. But my non-identical twin sister, Inessa, believed herself a 'social butterfly' and because of it, I'd been dragged out to party in a club with more drunk people than the number of Popes in the world.The neon blue lights were the only breaks in the darkness, and apparently, it was more than enough for the clubbers. I resisted the urge to shield my ears from the deafening offbeat music arising from the speakers, as it was so not my scene. Still, I smiled at anyone who approached me, even if it didn't ease the discomfort I strongly felt."I'll be going to the washroom now, Liya. I won't be long; stay here and wait." Nessa spoke suddenly. I grabbed her wrist, causing her to whirl around fast."Please don't be long, Nessa. This place makes me re
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