[NADIA] For a long time, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or having a nightmare. Why? Because I slept with a five-year-old girl in my arms and woke up to an adult snuggling into me as if I was the best teddy he had hugged in a while. What the fuck is even going on here? I shake my head, but even that feels like a task, what’s with my face stuffed into someone’s crook of their neck? I groan, or at least I try to, pushing the man with my hands on his chest. I know I should be in full-on panic mode. I should be screaming at the top of my lungs because there’s a stranger in my bed and I’m yet to see who it is. But strangely, I’m not—panicked, that is. It’s as if, without even seeing his face, I know who he is. Maybe it’s because I recognize this unique masculine scent. Maybe it’s because the way I’m being held feels familiar in more ways than I can admit. Or maybe it’s because who else could it be? “Why are you…ugh…glued to me like this? Get off me!” I pretend not to like this sudden
[NADIA]“Where are you going?” I ask, probably an hour after the breakfast.And yes, I don’t know why I even try—or care.I don’t, of course.I can’t. I shouldn’t.But the words are out of my mouth before I can do anything to stop them and now they are out in the open, standing out like a sore thumb. I instantly feel my face grow hot. Because the way he’s looking at me—with those pouted lips, raised eyebrow and gaze that always makes me want to clench something, hard—it’s obvious that we both are just as surprised by the amount of care that question alone holds.And because I would hate him to interpret my curiosity with anything other than what it is, I open my mouth again.“Just curious how long you will be out.” I shrug and bring my gaze back to the book spread open on my lap, pretending to look as if I couldn’t care less if he never returned. But that’s a lie, of course. Because for some stupid reason that I can’t understand, the thought of his absence carves a hole in my chest th
[DIMITRI]Handling kids is not an easy feat.I’ll shamelessly admit that I have failed miserably. But Nadia—this woman I can’t keep out of my mind—does such a fine job with Tatiana. It’s as if she has known that little girl her whole life. But that’s hardly the truth, is it? I would never have believed that myself if I wasn’t the witness to everything that had happened since her brother got himself killed.Right now, she’s glaring at me as if planning my demise in great detail. Why? Because I have given her yet another reason to be pissed off with me.But honestly, what other choice do I have? She isn’t ready to cooperate unless I’m dangling the knife of fear over her head. I hate to use her weakness against her, but that’s the only thing I know works when someone tries to be difficult. I have grown up torturing and bending men and women to my terms, and blackmailing someone to do my bidding comes almost naturally to men like me.“You could have at least told me in advance,” she snaps,
[NADIA]The rest of the flight is eerily quiet for me.After everything I said, heard and understood, I don’t know what more to say.I’m honestly, helplessly and hopelessly speechless.“Listen to me carefully,” he had said and I had no idea when the world around me stopped making sense. He continued though, he continued saying things that gave roots to many more emotions beneath my chest. “If you try to leave, I will have to chase after you, drag you back to me, and punish you for disobeying me. But if you stayed and did what makes me happy, I give you my word that you can have anything you want. I’ll fulfill your dream to study at any university you want, anywhere you want, and as long as you want. All you have to do is stay. With me. No one else. Just me. Can you do that for me?”Can I? Should I? Do I hav
[DIMITRI]The drive to the Blue Lake Forest passes by with a pool of anxiousness rolling deep in my stomach.Sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe. But I do anyway. Because that’s the only way to make sure I do this right.Ivan Volkov might not be the easiest man to work for, but he’s the kindest I have ever met ever since my family was slaughtered and he was the only one who helped me get my revenge.The best thing about him was that he didn’t pity me. He knew what I needed was far more complicated than that. He understood me back then, and it’s time I do what he would have done if he was still able to.When the car comes to a halt on the side of the road, I look out the window and spot two men with guns drawn waiting for us. I recognize one of them. His name is Maxim. He’s the right-hand Lex aka Alexander. I step out and so does the man who drove me to this destination. Arkady came by the hotel to offer me a ride. He also works for Alexander, but I knew his suggestion wasn’t as si
[NADIA]There are guards at the door, near the elevator, and when I checked the balcony a few minutes ago, familiar faces were guarding the entire hotel from the main gates to the building across the road. If I’m not wrong, there’s even a sniper on the roof of the building across. How do I know? The man practically waved at me, as if wanting me to know he was there.Fuck! It’s practically impossible even if I think of making a quick escape right now.Not that I can just leave anyway. I’m a medical student, and my brother practically sacrificed himself so I could pursue this dream of mine. I can’t just drop everything and walk away from everything he has done for me—I just can’t.Right?I groan, pressing the buttons of the remote control harder than necessary.After Dimitri left for God knows where, I have been with Tatiana all day. She played and played and played, running from one corner of the suite to the other. Once I panicked with all I had when I couldn’t find her anywhere, but
[DIMITRI]By the time I enter our hotel room, I’m greeted with absolute silence.The first thing I do is check the time.Half past midnight. Of course, everyone already slept.I sigh, heading for the small bar in one of the many rooms in the suite and making myself a large drink. After the kind of day I have spent, I need alcohol to blur the shock and surprise that seems to be vibrating throughout my body.Usually, I’m good at keeping in my emotions, but there are times when I just can’t help it. It once happened after I returned from school, only to find my whole family slaughtered by some goons in our neighbourhood. I thought after experiencing something so gruesome I’ll be over it. Nothing would surprise me anymore.I was wrong. Dead wrong.After seeing Ivan and Ana in that condition, I don’t know what to think of anyone.If any of our enemies got even a hint of their conditions, they wouldn’t waste time and wage war against us. To get to the top, they would cut off each and every h
[NADIA]The next morning, I woke up groaning my head off.Fuck, did he have to be so rough? So fucking demanding? Such an asshole?I roll my eyes and sink deeper into the bathtub.The only good thing about this morning is the bathroom that I’m not sharing with that monster and this warm water, doing its best to ease my aching muscles.I can’t believe I let him do that to me last night.But then again, sooner or later, I knew it would happen between us.I’m neither a fool nor a kid. I know what to expect when a man claims a woman like Dimitri did to me yesterday, twice already.He might not love me but he wants me, and that much has been obvious ever since he forced me to stay with him. Perhaps that was the reason I was so against it. Deep down, I have been attracted to him just the same. But obviously, that meant nothing in front of the bigger goals I had in mind. He was becoming a distraction I didn’t need and a roadblock I couldn’t afford.But look at me now, enjoying the way he groa
[NIKOLAI]Once we finally get to his office, Konstantin takes his seat behind the desk and raises an eyebrow. He looks kind of pissed, but not enough to end me right here and now.He might have the power to do that and carry on with his day as if nothing happened, but I know in my gut he won’t. He made a promise to our parents that no harm would come to me. And if there’s anyone I know who keeps their word, no matter the circumstances, it’s him. My very own, very infuriating brother.“So,” he drawls, leaning back in his chair and propping his legs up on the desk, crossing them at the ankles. “What do you want to talk about?”I don’t sit in the chair in front of me; instead, I start pacing the room. I glance around and find it exactly how our father designed it. Not a single thing has been changed or moved. It’s like walking into a museum of old memories.“I want to challenge Madam Volkova,” I say, almost expecting him to scoff.But he doesn’t. Instead, he tips his head to the side. “Wh
[NIKOLAI]I hang up the phone and stare hard at the ground.“Fuck you, Dimitri!” I growl, clenching the phone tighter and huffing out a heavy breath.The bastard has the audacity to make me responsible for everything that happened to Ana and Ivan. But is it? Am I really the one to blame?I look away, peeling my back off the car and slipping inside.I put my hand on the steering wheel, unable to shake his words from my mind.Shit. If only I had known the consequences of my actions, maybe this day would have never come. Maybe Ana would still be safe, and Ivan would still be breathing on his own, not with the help of some fucking machine.“Fuck!” I punch the steering wheel, growling louder.I turn the key in the ignition and drive away from the motel. I’m not sure if what I’m about to do next is the right choice, but it seems like the only option I have left. I can’t go back to Madam Volkova after my fallout with her, and Dimitri doesn’t seem interested in having me by his side either.I
[DIMITRI]I storm out of the building and light a cigarette, unable to think of anything else.I breathe in the smoke and then blow it out, hoping it will take away the stress pressing on my chest, making my lungs incapable of doing their job.I don’t know what to do anymore. Ana is finally awake, which is good news, of course.But what the hell do I tell her when she wakes up next time and asks the same questions all over again? How do I give her the answers that are sure to crush her?Maybe I’ve developed a new weakness these days—maybe falling in love makes you a fucking weak asshole—but I can’t seem to bear seeing that woman cry. I just can’t.It fucking stabs me right in the throat to see those tears streaming down her face, to see that fear in her eyes that seems to linger around her whenever she asks about Ivan.I take another big breath of smoke and then drop it, crushing it under the tip of my boot.“Fuck!”My phone rings just then. I thank God for the fucking distraction and
[ANASTASIA]“Mommy!”One word, and my heart shatters into a million pieces.Before I even turn my gaze to the door, warmth floods through me, and tears well up in my eyes.My little girl comes running into the room, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail bouncing with every step. Her eyes are sharp, excited, and filled with so much love. Her face is a canvas of every emotion I’ve ever seen her wear in my entire life.I don’t even realize it, but my arms open on their own, my chest aching to feel her little heart against mine.But just when I think she’s about to jump onto the bed and throw herself into my arms, she stops and stands there with her hands behind her back, her little legs fidgeting as she looks up at the doctor, her small eyes seeking some kind of permission.I suppose the last two months have changed a lot. My daughter, who used to storm in and out of any place she wanted, now suddenly looks afraid of hurting me.Tears race down my face. I wipe them as quickly as I can,
[ANASTASIA]“How long was I out?” I whisper, lips trembling. “How long was I unconscious?”Lena, now standing in front of me, looks like the words are stuck in her throat. She swallows thickly and squeezes my hand, a sad smile playing on her lips.“Two months,” she says, but it feels like she’s talking about someone else. “You’ve been in a coma for two months.”This can’t be true. It can’t be.Tears burn my eyes. My heart feels like it’s on fire. “What the hell do you mean by that? How can I be… how is that even… I can’t… I mean… this can’t be…”I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, but I know I don’t believe her.Frustration grates beneath my skin. “Just call Ivan. If he says the same as what you’re all saying, then I’ll believe you. Just call him, Lena. Where is he anyway? Shouldn’t he be here? Sitting next to me, taking care of me? He promised he’d never leave my side again. He promised, Lena. He fucking promised.”“I know,” she sobs, wiping her face with the back of her hand.
[DIMITRI]A week later, we both sit in the car and stare at the huge gates ahead.“This is it, I guess,” she says softly, for the first time not so eager to talk about leaving.It’s strange how the last few days changed everything. They changed me. Who would have thought an asshole like me could ever fall for an angel like her? Nadia is an angel. She’s the most beautiful, pure-hearted, a little fiery, but the best of the angels out there. In fact, if you ask me, she’s the only angel out there.My angel.I let out a sigh. “Yep. This is it.” I turn to look at her and can’t help grabbing the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. A long, deep, and passionate kiss. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her—her lips, her body, everything about her. “I’m going to miss you like hell.”She grins, her pale blue eyes twinkling, her stubborn blonde curls escaping the trap of her knitted cap. “I’ll miss you like hell too. In fact,” she brushes her nose against mine, “I think I’m going to mi
[NADIA]I’m not sure what to say.And if I look like someone who has been slapped across the face with a hand as cold as ice, then maybe I do look like that person, because apparently, I feel like that person.Every word coming out of Dimitri’s mouth is like slap after slap.But not in a bad way, of course. More like a slap of surprise. Or shock. Or whatever I’m feeling right now that has no name.“What did you say?” I can’t help but ask. There’s still a chance I heard that wrong. Never before has Dimitri talked about my Uni of his own free will. So, to think he not only brought it into the conversation but also seems happy about it is a little hard for me to believe.He gives me a look—of course, he does—but doesn’t try to argue. “I said you’re going back next week. They’re expecting you to continue your semester and sit for the final exams.”“But what about my attendance? I’m way behind—”“It’s been taken care of,” he says, but the smug look on his face is scary as hell.I tilt my h
[DIMITRI]I should’ve known my words would get twisted like that. And of course, it would end up hurting my woman in the worst way possible.But God knows that wasn’t my intention. I just have a crude way of speaking and often forget not everyone can take it. It’s an old habit, one I need to work on changing.I cup Nadia’s face, wiping her tears with my thumb. I should be comforting her after everything she just blurted out, but instead, I can’t help it—I start laughing. I can’t stop until she looks up at me like I’ve completely lost it.Her eyebrows snap and her lips upturn in a deep frown. “You think it’s funny?”“No!” I shake my head, meaning it, but laughter simply bubbles out of me. I turn around to take a breather, and when I think I’m in better control of myself, I turn back around to face her.Only to find her gone.Whatever lingering smile on my face dies right away. “Nadia?”I glance toward the door and see her rushing out of the room.“Shit!” I bolt after her down the hallw
[NADIA]After getting another round of hot sex out of our system, with both stayed sprawled out on the carpeted floor of his office, with me using his arm as a pillow.I sigh. “I can’t believe the kind of stamina I suddenly have.”Dimitri chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through my entire body. “And I can’t believe I get to make love to a woman without her screaming within five minutes how she can’t handle someone like me.”I turn over my stomach, resting my chin on his chest. “Really?”“Yep!” He says, casually, entwining my fingers with his and kissing the tips of each one. “You’re the only one to never have complained about anything. Not even my ugly face.”“Hey,” I shush him, placing my finger on his lips. “Never say that again.”He quirks up a brow. “Why? You want me to say I’m fucking beautiful instead.” He rolls his eyes.“You ARE beautiful,” I say, more stubbornly because he seems to be in the mood to not take me seriously. I can tell. I sure as hell can. “Sure, you have scar