[NADIA]To say he left me speechless would be the biggest understatement ever.I can’t believe he just proposed to me.I can’t believe that after proposing to me he asked me to forget about it—as if I could just wipe it off from my memory and act like it never happened.And I absolutely cannot believe that even after asking me to forget about it, he proposed to me yet again, and this time, asked me to start preparing for my vows?Like what the actual fuck?Is this man insane?Okay, let me rephrase that (we obviously know that he’s insane, there should never be any doubt about it). Has he lost all of his fucking mind?What is wrong with him?I shake my head and pace in my room.No. This is wrong. Nothing about this makes any sense. I can’t marry him? Why should I marry him? I don’t like him. Okay, I tolerate him, but like? Love? No! Not at all. Not one bit. Not one teeny weenie bit. Not at all. Nope. Never ever.I feel like a caged animal in this room. It feels as if all the air is get
[DIMITRI]The moment I enter my apartment, something feels strange.I don’t know what it is, but my gut feeling says something is drastically wrong.Perhaps it’s because the house is too quiet, or even though it’s almost dinner time, neither of the two females in my apartment is anywhere in sight.I frown, unable to help but grow suspicious.I pull out my gun from my waist and press my back against the wall. I look around the living room, the kitchen, and the lobby that leads to the bedrooms but see nothing, no movement at all.My heart pounds in my throat as I make my way down the hallway, each step silent and measured. I pause outside the first bedroom door, listening intently for any sign of life inside. Hearing nothing, I slowly turn the handle and push the door open, my gun at the ready. The room is empty, the bed neatly made, and everything in its place. I move on to the next door, repeating the same cautious process.When I reach the last door, the master bedroom, my gut tighte
[DIMITRI]I answer the call right away. It’s from one of my men on guard around the building. I had left them a text to find out if they saw something strange in the past few hours. Texting them is the only way to contact them, as they are meant to be as subtle as possible. But if they have any information that matters, they can always find a way and place to contact us back.I take a step away from the screens. “What is it?”“I did see the woman and kid coming out of the building.”“Where are you stationed?”“Can’t tell you that. Sorry. But all I can say is that the guy with them is from around here.”I knew I had seen him somewhere. “Who is he?”“He is a school student. His father runs a grocery store where you get your stuff from. The boy is trouble, always looking to make easy money.”Grocery store. That’s where I had seen him. He comes to drop off orders. I remember giving him extra money for his efforts. But it seems like he wanted much more than that.Fucking asshole.“Do you k
[DIMITRI]“I do not know,” the old man who owns the grocery store grumbles, not showing even a bit of curiosity when I ask him about his son. “I’m his father, but he rarely tells me anything. The kid is good for nothing. Always getting into trouble.”I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face. This is bullshit. I didn’t come here all the way for nothing. I don’t care how old this bastard is. I’ll break his bones and feed him to dogs if he pisses me off more than he already has.But before I lunge across the counter and grab him by the neck, Igor pulls me back with a hand on my shoulder.“What?” I snap.He points to the people all around us. “Not the best place to let this get out of hands.”I growl at him. “Do you really think I care about a fucking audience?”“I know, you don’t. But you should,” he says slowly, as if I’m too dumb to understand what he’s trying to get at. “We decided to not gather unnecessary attention for a while, remember? And this,” he pointed between me and the grocery s
[NADIA]“I can’t believe it’s almost been a month since we saw each other. How have you been? And where have you been? You didn’t even reply to any of my texts. I was so worried, you know? I even asked the other kids, but they also didn’t know anything about you. But anyway, I’m just glad you’re finally here. I’m so happy, in fact. God, I missed you. And, oh, how have you been?—”“Wait, wait, wait. Before you go on full circle on me again, let me stop you right there.”Katerina laughs, her cheeks turning rosy pink almost instantly. “Sorry, I tend to do that a lot. But I hope you got the gist of it. Now tell me where you’ve been. I have been worried sick! You know, I had some really dark and twisted dreams about you. I swear you could write a book with all the crazy stuff that’s happened in my dreams lately. It was just bad. And—okay, okay. I won’t overdo it again. You were saying something? Right, sorry. Go on. I promise I’ll listen this time. Don’t worry. I’m listening. See? I’m all
[NADIA]I am not in a clubbing mood. I don't know what made me say yes to her, but I should have stuck with my gut and told her no. This place is overcrowded, and there are so many sweaty bodies everywhere that I have to navigate through them with care not to bump into anyone.The music is also so loud that I have to press my palms to my ears and grit my teeth in pain. I have always been a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and can never seem to handle more than a few shots without getting drunk.So here I am, drunk out of my mind and having a hard time seeing straight or walking without wobbling."Dammit! I knew this was a bad idea."I should have listened to my instinct. But nooo... I had to go along with my dumbass friend just because I couldn't say no.I try to spot her through the crowd and realize that she has been flirting with this guy for a while. I'm about to call out for her when a fight breaks out just behind me.Someone slams into me, and I crash against something--or m
[NADIA]Splash!The cold water feels like a slap to my face, and I flinch as my head whips up to face the attacker. My hair sticks to the sides of my face, and I can barely make out anything because my vision is so blurry.I was drunk earlier, but now the alcohol in my system has turned into panic, and it’s kicking into full gear.“What…what do you want?” My voice comes out scratchy, and I try so hard to see their faces. But nothing. I see nothing. Icy water clings to my lashes, quickly turning into ice on my face, and I let out a cry as a big, meaty hand slaps me so hard across the cheek, the pain vibrates through my entire skull and down my spine.“This is what you get for being such a pain in the ass!” Another splash of ice water, and I shiver badly. They have taken off my coat, my clothes, my socks, and gloves. I’m only in my undergarments now. Initially, I was worried they were going to do something horrible to me. But it’s been fifteen minutes, and all they have done is waterboar
[NADIA]Tears roll down my face because I don’t know what else to do.Never in my life have I felt so helpless.When I was little and our parents passed away, my brother was my biggest hope.When our uncle kicked us out, tired of feeding two extra mouths, my brother was still my only hope. No matter what happened, Anatoly was there, taking care of me, protecting me. And he took it seriously, always busting his ass to keep a roof over our heads and food on our table.I knew from the start that my brother didn’t make money by doing anything legal. He did whatever shady shit he had to do, working for people who didn’t care if he came back alive or not. And he didn’t bother hiding the scars and wounds either. In the middle of the night, he’d stumble home, drunk and bleeding, rummaging for first aid in the bathroom, knocking things over, and cursing loud enough to wake me up.I’d pretend to be asleep, but I’d hear everything. The groans, the muttered curses, the sounds of him trying to pat
After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy, sore in the best way possible.And then I see him.Dimitri—freshly showered, fully dressed—sitting at my study desk, casually flipping through my books like he owns the place. Like he hasn’t just spent hours wrecking me.I prop myself up on one elbow, my voice hoarse from sleep. “Seriously? You had time to shower and invade my personal space?”He doesn’t even look up. Just smirks as he turns another page. “You were dead to the world, milaya.” His fingers trace the edge of a textbook. “Figured I’d entertain myself.”I groan, burying my face in the pillow. “You’re insufferable.”He chuckles, low and rich. “And yet, you keep letting me in.”That’s actually true.I shake my head and pull myse
[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimitri chuckles—that deep, rich sound that always makes my skin ripple with want. “Can’t wait to see you. Come soon.”The call ends, and I quickly excuse myself from two classmates who wanted to discuss something about today’s lecture. Rushing down the corridor, I nearly bump into a few students, barely dodging them in my hurry. Thank God no one gets hurt as I half-run, half-speed-walk through the massive glass doors.And then I see him.Dimitri stands outside, leaning casually against his car, dressed in a dark suit that only makes him look more devastatingly handsome. His brown hair is styled just right, accentuating the sharp planes of his face, and those piercing dark eyes are locked onto m
The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing like that.His skin is pale, almost sickly under the fluorescent lights. His face, usually so sharp and alive, is slack, lips slightly parted as if he’s lost in a sleep too deep to wake from. Bandages wrap around his head, a stark contrast against his dark hair, and an IV snakes into his arm, keeping him tethered to life.A terrible, suffocating weight presses down on my chest.This is wrong.Ivan doesn’t belong here. He belongs anywhere but here.For a moment, I just stand there, with my back pressed tightly against the door, like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. My pulse thunders in my ears, and I force myself to take a step forward. One. Then another.I don’t know what I expect whe
[ANASTASIA]Ever since I woke up after the incident, I have been dying to see Ivan.But now that I’m standing outside his room—where supposedly he had been admitted—, I can’t muster up the courage to push open the damn door.I’m nervous. Terrified. And most of all, unsure.I don’t know if I’m ready to see what lies behind this door.I don’t know if I’m ready to bear the truth either.What if Lena wasn’t exaggerating?What if Ivan is….No! No no no no no. I can’t think of the worst now. I can’t break myself just by imagining what might not be waiting on the other side.I sigh. Swallow. And lick my lips.“What’s wrong?” Lena asks, whom I conveniently forgot for some reason.She stands behind me, probably waiting for me to just rush in.But how am I supposed to explain this hesitation now that I’m actually close to the truth? How am I supposed to explain that I have second thoughts for unknown yet obvious reasons?“I don’t know,” I sigh, wiping the sweat off my forehead, even though it’s
[ANASTASIA]The next time I open my eyes, I’m not alone.Lena sits next to my bed, her hand in mine, her eyes closed, as if she fell asleep while watching over me.For the first time since waking up from my so-called long slumber, I look at her carefully. She looks more tired than I’ve ever seen her. The wrinkles on her face are more prominent, the skin around her neck slightly sagging, and her hair whiter than I remember. It’s as though she stopped taking care of herself, as if in the past two months, she aged by decades.My heart clenches painfully in my chest, so much so that I can’t stop the warm tears rolling down my cheeks.I turn away, wishing more than anything to wake up from what has started to feel like my worst nightmare—the kind of nightmare I never imagined could exist.“Ana…?” Lena’s gentle voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn back to her and notice how she straightens up, her eyes alight with genuine concern. “You’re awake. Do you need something? Water, maybe?”I nod
[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,