Anika woke up to the cry of a baby, she rose between the silky sheets, her heart aching and missing her son more than ever, the feeling of emptiness that used to accompany nightmares, intense as the tears fighting to come out, but her dream had been different, she had dreamed of a little girl with dark hair and gray eyes, the feeling of loss in her chest fading as the confusion made her aware of where she was, she looked around, the relief quickly making her relax, she was in Klaus's room, she looked at herself, she was dressed in two-piece silk pajamas, which made her shudder slightly, had Klaus dressed her or someone else?The light in the walk-in closet was on, so she sat up, her body aching slightly from all the chaos, her neck feeling tense, and judging by the small patch on the back of her hand, Peter had treated her, what made her feel better, worse what she really needed, was to see the man she had been waiting for in the cabin, undressing as he entered and sliding the door ca
Anika smirked as she melted into Klaus's arms, the man had devoted his full attention to her for three consecutive days, although he still wouldn't let her see his wounds, which had started to irritate him, especially seeing the bloodstains that covered them. her chest and back occasionally, a cut on her cheek seemed to be healing quite well, so she wasn't so uneasy after all, she knew there was something different between the two of them, but she wasn't entirely sure what, the concern for Klaus for her had been obvious, but she herself had to admit that her heart jumped the second the man entered the room, the strange tension that had existed between them before the attack had been almost completely eliminated, perhaps it had been the gifts she thought, but she felt safe in Klaus's arms, but the man hadn't said anything about it, he just treated her delicately, adoring her for hours."How is Igor?" she asked, Klaus had been in a meeting earlier, so she was wearing a suit that only ma
Klaus slammed his glass hard against the door, glass shards falling to the floor, Anika had finally fallen silent, she had vandalized a good part of her room, ripped her curtains, she had even taken their suits and stuffed them into the tub, spilled a lot of creams and products on them, even the damn cleaning products had been spilled on his bed, there was broken glass everywhere, a couple of fairly expensive works of art were reduced to rubble, and fury ran through his body, the palm of his hand stinging to spank the woman's rear at that disrespect. But something in him stopped him from going to the room where he knew perfectly well she was, and fucking sense inside her and spanking her ass for having destroyed his property, but he knew that doing so would only make things worse, she now knew his position as A prisoner, and Peter had gone that afternoon with the Governor, things couldn't stop from now on, not now that he planned to get his brother's daughter back and stay with Anika.
Peter raised an eyebrow at the state of the room Klaus had designated for him, along with all the mess and cleaning staff he'd found upon his return, even though he'd been nervous at first not seeing Anika. Not that Klaus would allow him to see her either, but at least he could know that she was fine, not that he liked knowing that the woman he loved was being fucked by one of the men he most disliked in the world.He had come to think that the penthouse had been attacked, but the men who had escorted him inside did not seem at all surprised or reacted as if this was out of place, the place was a wreck, as if someone had had a seizure. anger and would have destroyed everything he could, for a moment he had felt nervous, the idea that Klaus had the same volatile temperament as his brother was a hard blow to absorb, especially after he had betrayed Anika's father by trusting Petrov . The meeting had gone just as the man had promised, Edgar Nightingale was not an easy man, but if anythin
Anika woke up feeling the familiar discomfort that awaited her with her period, the feeling of discomfort, the nausea and as always, the cramps that did not seem to give her a rest that month, she thought that perhaps having sex with Klaus so often and under those conditions would only it had stressed her out, but it was a lie she told herself to…she really didn't know why, just that it was a lie, and that she was in too much pain to think straight, the simple feeling of the sheets sticky against her skin told her that it would be a fatal period, sitting up made her feel nauseated, which she did not appreciate too much, normally her periods were bearable, at least two days, or in general her symptoms were tolerable, but occasionally a period would come that made her seriously question her Advantages of having a hysterectomy.Silky sheets sucked for times like this, her shorts were completely soaked in the rear, she thought about complaining to Klaus about it, her underwear, evidently p
…Fifteen years ago… Klaus watched his brother devour the gelatinous mass that his father had given him for dinner as if it were the richest of delicacies, the sight turned his stomach, not only was it completely disgusting to witness, but the smell was also overwhelming. making his nausea hard to disguise, it was part of the training, her father called it character building of course "In the army you never knew what you would have to eat" he had vociferated, after his third refusal to consume that substance of dubious origin, Nikolay looked at him with amusement "Scared of some meat?" he asked, Klaus made a disgusted face and pushed the plate away. "I doubt any of it is meat" he complained, his brother sighed dramatically. "You know the old man will beat you if you don't eat it." Klaus rolled his eyes. "He won't kill me, he can't afford it" he reminded her "Besides, I'd rather take a beating and die of starvation than put that shit in my mouth" he assured, making his brother laug
"I want an updated photo of Viktoria," Klaus requested seriously as he looked at Peter, who was looking at the money in front of him with an expression of uncertainty, it was part of the money he had recovered from one of the warehouses that Constantine had taken over, after they Anika had agreed to send a picture to her father as proof that she was in perfect health (Klaus was still trying to convince her to make the call, having not considered that she would make it so fucking difficult for him) as a show of good faith, the governor had sent the location of one of his wineries, the gift Klaus had sent her had also worked of course, it had been a risky move, she had sent him pictures of the man fucking one of Anika's friends, which answered a couple of questions about how the man got so much control over his daughter, it had been hard for him to get, but it had been one of the last things Anatoly had done for him."I'm not giving you anything," Peter finally said, swallowing hard, oh
Anika looked at the man seriously, Klaus looked unfazed, his tailored suit was as always, impeccable, which irritated her slightly, even shredding her suits as he had done, the man had gotten new suits in a matter of a couple of days , his tie was the exact gray color of his eyes, his dark hair was styled perfectly, he looked cool and in control, not to mention that the impressive and modern office gave him the atmosphere of authority, Klaus was an imposing man, and he knew it, seeming completely in control of her own presence, the intensity of his gaze made her feel slightly nervous, since the last time the man had laid his hands on her, she had not stopped thinking about what his hands could do, if she let him. Klaus clasped his hands together, thinking, while his gray eyes bored into hers."You are aware that at that party we will meet people who will analyze every interaction we have, right?" he finally said, Anika took a deep breath, it was actually Peter who had convinced her to
The Wagner's funeral would be televised, which made Anika uneasy. She knew that the fact that Viktoria was now officially with her would not bring about good opinions regarding the adoption. However, Klaus had insisted that showing up and facing the situation would be the best for everyone, not to mention that Viktoria had the right to attend and see her relatives.While getting the girl ready, Anika couldn't help but think that maybe staying away from her would have been the best choice. Even if she wasn't responsible for the Wagner's death, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. After all, if it weren't for her, the Wagners would have returned home, and Viktoria would still be a happy little girl. Even if she didn't know the truth, it was the only way Anika could imagine her daughter being completely happy.She dressed the little girl in the same way Adeline used to, with a black tulle dress and a small bow at her back. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. Anika herself wore a d
Anika's hands trembled uncontrollably as she looked at the small urn in front of her. Her legs gave way completely, a sense of weight settling in her chest, and the pain, raw like that first day, along with the memories, hit her abruptly. She carefully took the urn, it was light, perhaps too light, but she cradled it against her chest as tears fell down her cheeks, and a cry of pain escaped her lips. "My baby," she cried as she kissed the lid of the urn, while memories forcefully invaded her. For years, she had done everything possible to push away the pain, to hide it in the deepest part of her mind, just like the things Mark had done to her, deceiving herself and forcing herself to remember only what was necessary to not lose herself in madness, in the pain that now invaded her. The memory of her little son and what she had suffered to bring him into the world came rushing back. Closing her eyes, she thought of the feeling of holding him in her arms, the adorable laughter she had on
Anika was startled by the sensation of Klaus sliding into bed next to her, all the anxiety and tension she had been feeling for days finally disappearing as she felt the man's arms around her body. "You're back," she said, her eyes filling with tears of relief as she clung tightly to his chest. Klaus looked tired, but he hugged her back tightly. "Is everything okay?" she asked. "It will be now," he assured her, taking a deep breath. "I took care of Gregory, Otto is not happy, but Ryan is somewhat... rational about his brother." "So, he did it? Was it him...?" she asked, swallowing hard, not daring to say the words outright. Klaus ran a hand over his face, the dark bags under his bloodshot eyes were prominent. "My men are searching the hangar right now... Your father fulfilled his part of the deal, and Constantine backed off... I asked Vlad to bring Viktor's ashes here," he added, gently stroking her face. Anika felt a knot in her chest and nodded. "Would you like to know what's in
Klaus got out of the car, furious, pulling Gregory along with him. Vlad and Igor had done their job and had recovered the son of a bitch, who was probably under the influence of something judging by the shitty smile on his bloodied lips. Otto, his brother, was waiting for him in the cellar, clenching his lips as he watched them with a tight jaw. "I told you to control him," Klaus growled, pushing Gregory towards his brother. The younger Urich was battered and had a deranged look on his face, but he stumbled into Otto and fell to the floor, pointing an accusing finger at him and spitting in his direction. "He killed three of my men, sold the damn weapons to the Kasakovs." "Are you crazy?" Otto asked, looking at his brother, his face turning red. Gregory spat. "I only did what you and Ryan refused to do," he complained. "Too scared of the Petrovs to get the money." "Shut the fuck up," Otto growled, hitting his brother in the face and pushing him against the wall, causing him to stum
She had managed to process what had happened; her heart sank immediately at the memory of the Wagners. Even though she had been tempted to permanently keep Viktoria away from them, knowing that her little one would not only have to endure being separated from them but also her death, even if she was too young to truly remember, made her heart ache. To make her daughter suffer so early in life caused her heart to constrict with pain."Klaus?" she asked as she sat up. She was on a couch that seemed vaguely familiar. After leaving the police station, she had tried to get some sleep in the hotel room Klaus had arranged, but it wasn't long before they had to move again. All the movement was mainly exhausting for little Viktoria."Shhh, I'm here," Klaus said as he approached her. They were in a small but comfortable room. Klaus knelt in front of her, with dark circles under his eyes. He wore the same shirt as the day before, though without a tie and unbuttoned. His hair was disheveled. "Are
Klaus left Anika and Viktoria to rest in the room before meeting with Igor. According to his man, all the guards were under investigation, so the unnecessary attention from the police had quickly raised his father's alarms. Mikhail called around five in the morning, sounding angry."What the hell is Constantine doing searching your house?" his father asked with an annoyed shout."Take it easy, I have nothing incriminating in the penthouse," Klaus assured, taking a cigarette from the pack that Igor handed to him. He took a deep drag, grateful for the nicotine to relieve the stress, and sank into the sofa."How the hell did you let this happen?" his father insisted. "Constantine right under our damn noses," he grumbled. "You're lucky the lawyer found a way to get you out of there.""I can handle it," Klaus insisted. "I had nothing to do with this shit... although it's suspiciously convenient. I need Ixander. I'm sure they're watching me. For anything else, Igor and Vlad will go in my pl
"Are you really doing this?" Constantine squinted his eyes in his direction before sitting down in front of him. Slowly, he laid out the crime scene images. Klaus observed them but forced himself to look at the pictures. The bodies of Adeline and Horace had been left in the middle of the rented room. Their hands were tied, and from what he could tell, it had been a quick execution. "What I really want to know is why your fingerprints are all over the crime scene," Constantine said, placing his hands on the table. "A man like you... I'm sure you would do whatever it takes to get Anika's daughter back without the Wagners getting involved." "Oh, you're right about that," Klaus replied, leaning forward. "I was in the suite. Anika and I went for Viktoria, just like we've been doing regularly for the past two months," he assured. "I have all the evidence you want, and we both know I'm not stupid enough to do something like this," he added, annoyed. "What do you gain from all this?" Const
Anika stood up, trying to avoid waking up the girl before looking at Klaus. The man opened the door to the room, and Anika followed, curious to hear that Constantine was in the building, with a search warrant? Following her fiancé, Anika blinked as she saw all the guards in the living room. Around ten men in suits were standing, their serious gazes and the way Klaus seemed to tense up made her immediately uneasy."What's going on?" she asked as they headed towards Klaus's office, but the man shrugged before Vlad, who was waiting for their arrival, opened the door for them. Inside, Detective Eric Constantine and four policemen were standing, looking around. Upon seeing Constantine, Anika felt a chill run down her spine. The man was a friend of her father, with a penetrating gaze, threatening blue eyes, short blond hair styled in a military fashion, a loose-fitting brown suit, and a notepad and pen in his hand."Anika," the man greeted her."Eric," she responded automatically, forcing a
Klaus looked at his friend, Otto, who was laughing amusedly at Klaus' obvious lack of enthusiasm. Klaus rolled his eyes while signing the papers."Oh, brother, that woman has you completely under her control," the man said, his face slightly contorted due to the scar that ran across it. "Did you really cover for me by saying it was because of me?""I panicked," Klaus complained, taking a deep breath but admitting that it had been ridiculous. "Not that she should know," he added."Oh, but you definitely owe me a session now," Otto asserted, taking the contract and glancing at it while Klaus rolled his eyes. Although he hadn't lied when he said it wouldn't be the first time he shared a woman with Otto, Anika's adverse reaction had touched a sensitive nerve. While he didn't intend to force her due to the situation, he was beginning to think that maybe he should do it. Making her let go of all her barriers was something he would immensely enjoy. "Do you really think she's good?" Otto aske