Anastasia and Asa climbed into the car and set off for the bar. Greg had relayed that he had managed to procure some information regarding Alfred's whereabouts, urging them to meet him there. Their journey was brief, and upon arriving, they informed Greg of their presence.Noticing their signal, Greg approached their car. He was young, with a notably muscular build.Anastasia slid her glasses down and rolled the window down to engage with him."Good evening, Greg, what's the news? Hop into the backseat," Anastasia instructed.With a gentlemanly demeanor, Greg complied. "We're all ears," Anastasia probed, eager to hear his findings."I've pinpointed Oleg's location, and I can confirm that the child is with him, in a house. Here's the address where Oleg's holding the child." He displayed the address on his phone screen. Anastasia and Asa scanned the information attentively."If there's anything more you need, don't hesitate to contact me," Greg concluded, stepping out of the vehicle.
"Where is my son?" Asa's demand lingered in the still air, only to be met by Oleg's infuriatingly serene and almost mocking smile. His evident pleasure in her anguish was evident. Asa, once so resilient, appeared to be crumbling under the weight of her fear and vulnerability. "He's with me," Oleg responded nonchalantly. "And I don't intend to allow you to see him." At his signal, two men materialized and restrained Asa. Despite her frantic attempts to break free, they held her firm. All the while, Oleg reveled in her desperate struggle."Oleg, release her!" Anastasia's voice pierced through the silent tension like a blade. She stood her ground, her eyes hardened with determination, but the flicker of fear lurking within them was unmistakable.Oleg simply turned his head, meeting Anastasia's gaze with an insolent smile. "Oh, look who's become the defender," he taunted, a wicked glint in his eyes.With a flinch, Asa tried again to break free from the men's iron grip, her voice coming
Biden sat in the heart of his bustling office, buried under heaps of paperwork. His diligent secretary and numerous subordinates kept flowing into the room, each of them bearing new files, each document a fresh responsibility on his already burdened shoulders.His gaze was laser-focused on the documents in front of him, so engrossed was he that he didn't even notice the untouched mug of coffee beside him, its contents now cold and uninviting.Despite his strained relationship with the woman he was reluctantly sharing his life with, a sense of responsibility tugged at him. He reached out for the sleek telephone on his desk, dialing a familiar number."Hello, report to my office," he commanded succinctly, dropping the telephone back onto its cradle.Soon, his office door swung open to reveal Timofel, his trusted assistant. A meek man, who despite his reticent demeanor, carried out Biden's commands to the letter."Good morning sir, you sent for me," Timofel greeted, his eyes cast downwar
"This is Oleg's house, isn't it?" Timofel murmured to himself, a wave of realization washing over him.Without wasting another moment, he picked up his phone and dialed Biden's number. "Sir, I think I've found her," he reported, his tone cautious."You think?" Biden's voice echoed through the phone, laced with irritation."I've found her," Timofel corrected himself quickly, hoping to assuage his boss's frustration."Where?" Biden demanded, his tone curt."Oleg's house," Timofel replied, bracing himself for Biden's reaction.Biden's response was a wave of anger that echoed through the phone line. "In her ex husband's house again?" He spat out the words with a venom that made Timofel flinch.With a curt click, the line went dead. Biden grabbed his car keys, his hands trembling with suppressed rage. Asa's actions were a slap in the face – a reminder of the childhood sweetheart he had lost, of the forced marriage, and of her continued association with her ex-husband.His car cut through t
Asa was drowning in a sea of despair, each breath more laborious than the last. Her eyes, swollen and red from endless tears, reflected her heartache. With a heavy heart and weary feet, she trudged from Biden's room to her own. The stark reality of her situation was crushing: she felt used and violated by both her ex-husband and her current one. The scheme masterminded by Oleg was taking its toll on her, mentally and physically. Throughout the night, she cried, her sobs the only sound punctuating the silence of her lonely room.(*Flashback to Oleg's house, before Asa's release*)Oleg's face was painted with a cruel smile, his enjoyment of her suffering plainly evident. He yanked Asa's hair, drawing her face closer to his own."Please... let me be," she pleaded, her voice trembling amidst her sobs."Why would I do that when you are the source of my amusement?" he retorted, gripping her hair tighter. "You came looking for me, didn't you?""I came for my son!" she cried out in desperati
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she pleaded, hoping to appeal to her boss's empathetic side.Miss Evanna maintained her silence, leaving Asa in a state of uneasy anticipation.Finally, the stern expression on Miss Evan's face softened slightly. After a few heart-stopping moments of silence, she said, "I'll consider your plea."A wave of relief washed over Asa. "Thank you, ma'am," she managed to say, her heart still pounding in her chest. She felt a flicker of hope amidst the storm that had been her life recently."While I'm considering that, I'd like you to take that cake to Priscilla," Miss Evanna instructed, pointing towards a cake box on a side table.Curiosity piqued, Asa approached the box and saw the inscription on the cake: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. BIDEN, from Evanna, the head of the design department.' She had to suppress a gasp of surprise. She had no idea it was Biden's birthday. "Tell Priscilla to deliver the cake to the CEO," Miss Evanna continued, not lifting her eyes f
To camouflage the fear welling up within her, Asa attempted to regain her composure and initiated a conversation. "You are my husband, and I have the privilege of seeing you every day at home," she said, putting on a brave face and struggling to keep her voice steady.She added quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from her late arrival, "Although, I must admit, you rarely stay at home." She folded her arms defensively and looked away, avoiding his piercing gaze.Biden didn't respond. His stoic expression didn't waver as he studied her, his intense eyes almost drilling holes into her. His silence was unnerving, and his gaze felt almost like an accusation.Feeling a sudden surge of courage, Asa decided to address the elephant in the room. "I need to make it clear, I didn't have sex with my ex-husband. I have nothing to do with him," she asserted, her voice shaking slightly. Biden let out a derisive snort, his lips twisting into a wry smirk. "Keep that to yourself. I don't car
When Asa left work, she went straight to Anastasia's house. Sitting in her living room, Anastasia's eyes held an intensity that seemed to pierce through Asa's defenses. "Asa," she started, her voice low yet laced with a concern that couldn't be masked, "You've been awfully silent?" Asa sat still, her gaze fixed on an indistinct spot on the floor. Her voice, when it finally came, was as fragile as a gossamer thread, barely audible. "Anastasia, there's... there's nothing to say."Anastasia, however, wasn't easily placated. She studied her friend closely, noting the telltale signs of a storm brewing beneath the surface - the slight quiver of her lip, the trembling hands clenched in her lap. With a sudden rush of determination, Anastasia closed the gap between them, taking a seat next to Asa. She knew her friend was struggling, and she was determined to be the pillar of support Asa needed."Asa, talk to me," Anastasia urged, her voice tender, a stark contrast to the firm grip she had on
But Andrei wasn't listening. "You've given our son to that monster!" With that, he stormed out, leaving Asa devastated in his wake.He believed the boy was his own flesh and blood, and Asa was the woman from his past. His turbulent emotions rendered him silent, even when his own sister greeted him warmly. His cold demeanor was unmissable.Asa, on the other hand, simmered with frustration. She had hoped for a heartfelt reunion, an expression of gratitude. After all, she hadn't just stood by idly; she'd made sacrifices to secure his freedom. She glanced at Juliet, searching for some understanding in her friend's eyes, but found only mirrored confusion. The assistant, too, remained conspicuously silent.Juliet finally spoke, her gaze drifting to the floor, "My brother detests feeling powerless, especially in the face of defeat. By trading something so precious for his freedom, you unintentionally wounded his pride. It's a deep-seated pain for him."With a mix of determination and hope, A
Alfred's eyes widened in confusion. "Am I going back to Dad, Mom?"His mother looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, sweetheart. This is just a temporary exchange. I promise you, Biden won't harm you in any way. It's so I can get Andrei back." Alfred blinked hard, his little chin trembling. "Okay, Mom," he whispered.Trying to lighten the mood, Asa playfully nudged Alfred's shoulder. "Ready to go?" she asked with a brave smile.Alfred looked up. "Are you coming too, Mom?"She pulled him into a warm embrace. "I'll come with you, but I can't stay, okay?"The journey to Biden's residence was shrouded in an oppressive silence. Asa was drowning in guilt and sadness, knowing the emotional turmoil her child was undergoing.Biden awaited their arrival with a mix of eagerness and caution. As he saw Alfred, a genuine smile appeared on his face. "Look who's here, my boy!" he chuckled.To Alfred's surprise, it was the first genuine term of endearment he'd heard from Biden. Alfred's c
A tense quietude settled between them, only the faint hum of the room's air conditioner breaking the stillness."The intel came in moments ago. He's reportedly been apprehended and is currently held by Biden," the assistant whispered, a hint of unease in his voice.Asa's eyes widened in shock, "Impossible!" Her voice echoed with disbelief."I need to be there, right now," she declared, determination marking her features as she turned on her heel.The assistant reached out, his fingers grazing her arm. "You can't just waltz in there; it's treacherous."She brushed him off with a swift motion, "Biden won't harm me." She looked past him, "Come, Alfred."The assistant's voice grew firm, yet caring. "Madam, if you're hell-bent on this, at least leave the boy. It's no place for him."Asa paused, her gaze softening as she turned to Alfred. "Promise me you'll stay safe here," she murmured, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead before taking her leave.Upon reaching Biden's estate, Asa's pres
As the weight of Andrei's intentions bore down on the room, a sharp gunshot rang out. Agony lanced through Andrei's leg, sending him collapsing in pain. Biden's ace, a concealed marksman, had made his move, changing the course of their face-off.In the vast, dimly illuminated chamber of Biden's lair, an intricate dance of power and confrontation was underway. Biden, exuding an air of controlled confidence, slowly sauntered towards Andrei. Each step resonated with purpose, echoing his dominant position in this dangerous tango. With a graceful bend, he plucked the firearm that had fallen during their earlier altercation, feeling its cool weight against his skin.Lifting his gaze, he studied Andrei, whose posture, albeit weakened from the gunshot, still radiated defiance. "You know," Biden began, drawing each word out deliberately, "it's almost laughable – the audacity you've shown, believing you could penetrate the very heart of my domain, challenge my reign, and emerge victorious. Wha
The hospital room, with its stark white walls and the faint smell of antiseptics, stood in silent testimony to the myriad of emotions swirling within its confines. Shadows danced on the walls, mirroring the somber mood, while the monotonous hum of machines maintained a rhythmic undertone. Andrei, his tall frame slightly hunched from hours of anxious waiting, navigated the maze of medical equipment to approach the doctor.Each step was a testament to the storm of apprehension brewing within him, but he tried to hold onto a veneer of composure. "Doctor Harrison," he began, his voice weighed down with the heaviness of worry, "has there been any change in Asa's state? Can you provide any insights into her prognosis?"Dr. Harrison, a seasoned physician who had witnessed countless situations both triumphant and tragic, ran a weary hand through his silvering hair. "Mr. Petrov," he began, offering Andrei a sympathetic glance, "while we've managed to stabilize Asa for the moment, we're still
Then, in a turn no one could have predicted, Biden's assertive facade shattered. He crumbled to the church's cold floor, the weight of his past mistakes evident in his teary eyes. "I wronged you, Asa," he sobbed, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "When I learned of our child, fear and pride dictated my actions. I'm behind the shadows that plagued you, the threats, the near-fatal encounters. I'm consumed by guilt and regret."The collective gasp of the congregation was palpable. As Asa processed this revelation, trying to reconcile with the Biden she once knew, Andrei, his face red with rage, took a step forward. Just as Asa opened her mouth, hoping to bring some semblance of peace, Andrei's voice, laden with fury and pain, filled the sacred space, addressing Biden's shocking confession.Amid the grandeur of the cathedral, with its soaring arches and echoing silences, the tension was palpable. Andrei, though visibly incensed, tried to maintain his composure, the muscles in his
The radiant dawn broke with promise, as the day Andrei had long dreamt of was finally upon them. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the air fragrant with blooming flowers, and the quaint little town buzzed with preparations. Everyone was eagerly discussing the union of Andrei and Asa, two souls destined to intertwine on this auspicious day.Inside a grand, ornate room of a historic mansion, Asa stood poised in front of an opulent mirror, its frame whispering tales of countless brides before her. She gazed at her reflection, the intricate lace of her dress cascading around her. The sheer beauty of the moment filled her with a mix of nervous excitement. Not wanting to leave any stone unturned, she turned to her trusted makeup artist, seeking validation, "Have we achieved the perfect look for today?"The makeup artist, having witnessed many brides in her time, had never seen one quite as enchanting as Asa. With a heartfelt smile, she assured, "You are the very essence of perfect
As dusk approached, their team gathered, arming themselves and going over the plan meticulously. Andrei's intense gaze met each of theirs. "Remember, I want Polina brought back to me alive and without a scratch."The chorus of affirmatives was unwavering, "Yes, sir."Venturing forth under the cloak of twilight, they took the midtown route as Karl had suggested. On arriving at the estate's perimeter, Karl consulted the map once more before proceeding. Shielding his face with a hood, leaving only his piercing eyes visible, he carefully surveyed the area. To his relief, the immediate vicinity appeared unguarded. Polina, it seemed, was tantalizingly within their grasp.Karl swiftly gestured for the boys to infiltrate the compound. However, as they moved in, they found themselves ensnared in an unexpected trap. "Stop right there!" A booming voice echoed from the shadows, causing the team to halt abruptly.Within moments, the group found themselves surrounded, caught in a tightening circle
Back at the city, "Andrei, I've done my part, helping you at great lengths. Now, it's your turn to reciprocate," Asa stated, her gaze intensely fixed on Andrei, her eyes searching for understanding.Andrei stumbled over his words, "Help? I was under the impression... I believed that you..." His voice trailed off, unable to complete the thought.She cut him off gently, "If you truly want to repay me, then help me find Polina. If you do, I'll consider your proposal."His eyes lit up with hope, "Truly? You mean it?"She took a moment, her face softening, "Yes," she whispered, though the reluctance in her tone was palpable.Overwhelmed with gratitude, Andrei pulled Asa into a warm embrace. "I'll move mountains if I have to, just to find Polina." His emotions surged, making him act on impulse, hugging Asa tighter than he had intended. Allowing herself a moment in his arms, Asa eventually withdrew to be with her son. Meanwhile, Andrei swiftly dialed his assistant, setting the wheels in mot