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[ANASTASIA]“Welcome to Moscow Imperial Boys’ School,” greeted the woman with blonde hair, dark green eyes, and heels that almost made her look as tall as my husband.She wore a midnight blue business suit, no tie, and a smile that looked just as professional as it could get. From the little badge tucked on her blazer, there was no surprise that she was the headmistress of the school.Her name was Zarubina Stepanovna, and she had come personally to greet us.She gives me a firm nod and a smile while extending her hand to Ivan, not sparing me a glance again. “It’s an honor to be able to see the legend in person finally. Can’t say I’m not a little nervous,” she chuckles, and I notice a silver of nervousness in the way she rubs her other hand against her pants.Her eyes are fixed on Ivan, like she’s in awe, and it seems to be unnerving her from her usual confident conduct.I hate the attention she’s giving him. I just do. Sure, she’s beautiful and someone as important at a very young age
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[IVAN]I knock on Ana’s hotel room door for the third time in the last five hours and yet get no response.Since the moment we returned from school, Ana has been oddly quiet.And distant.She refuses to even look at me. When I tried to coax her into joining me for lunch before heading to our rooms, she blatantly declined and walked away.It’s been five hours now, and she has neither ordered anything for lunch nor picked up any of my calls, or answered any of my knocks. I want to know what the matter is with her, if there’s anything she didn’t like about school. But I can’t do that if she won’t even open her door—if she won’t let me in.So far, I gave her the space she needed and occupied myself with work, dropping by every once in a while. Igor stayed in my room for as long as he was required. We discussed a few new technologies he wanted to try to make our security system more airtight. I gave him the go for most of the things, but there were some I wasn’t so sure about. Igor assured
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[ANASTASIA]I wish I knew what’s happening, but I swear to God, I haven’t got a single clue.One minute I’m being smothered by the lust of my husband in a horny dream that wakes me all wet and bothered, and the next minute, the moment I come out of the shower, hoping the nightmare would finally leave my head for good, the real Ivan comes out of nowhere and slams himself into me.I try to fight him because that’s obviously what my brain tells me to do. But the more I struggle, the more he pushes me into the door, the more aggressive he grows.I want him to stop; that’s all I can think about. But it’s like he’s possessed by some ruthless sex beast who’s deaf to reasoning.But if I’m being honest with myself, there’s a strange urge inside me, growing and swelling and taking root stronger than ever, coaxing me to just give in. Give in to the pleasure that’s assured with this man. Give in to this monster for a moment of bliss that I know in my heart I craved despite my broken heart.It’s p
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[IVAN]“Come on, Ana,” I can’t give up. I can’t. She’s so close. I want her so bad. “Don’t be so cruel.”Tears wobble in her eyes but before they roll down her face, she wipes them clean with the back of her hand. She turns to the other side and gets up from the bed. But I reach over and grab her hand instead.“And where do you think you’re going?”She yanks her arm off my grasp and skims a hand through her wet hair. She grits her teeth. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re inclined to leave anytime soon so I might as well do the honors and leave first.”“Ana…”“Please, Ivan. Nothing more from you. I just can’t…” Her voice quivers. “I just can’t deal with this right now.”“Can’t or won’t?”“What difference does it make?”“It makes all the fucking difference in the world, Ana.”Fist clenched, she whips around and glares hard and before I see it coming, she throws everything out in the open.“I don’t know what you want from me, Ivan?” She cries, not holding back the hurt, or the anger or
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[IVAN]I stomp my way down the long hallway, leading to the bank of elevators where more of my men are already waiting for me. I frown at each of them, wondering what has made them so attentive all of a sudden.“What’s happening?” I ask Igor, before we both come to a stop and wait for the elevator that would apparently take four more floors to reach us.“About that,” Igor says, and it’s obvious from the concerning look on his face that something isn’t right.Of course, I already know that. If that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t have barged in on Ana and me the way he did. But the fact that the main door was already broken, and my phone was on silent, knocking on the bedroom door was the only option for him to get my attention. I get that. Perhaps that’s why he still has both his legs and arms.I slide my hands into my pant pockets, not able to change my spoiled mood. I swear to God if someone tried to waste my time right now, I would ship them to the North Pole without a damn second th
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[ANASTASIA]Just like Ivan said—and despite my resistance—Ivan’s guys packed up all my stuff and moved it to his room across the hall.I could’ve refused to budge even after they finished. It’s not like they would lay a finger on me. Ivan would break every bone in their bodies if they dared. And while these men would risk their lives for Ivan any time, they definitely wouldn’t want to end up at Ivan Volkov’s mercy.My husband is a total monster when it comes to torture. There’s no limit he won’t cross, no method he won’t use to make someone suffer.But even if I could, I didn’t. Because apparently, some idiot broke the door of my room. And even though I can still close the bedroom door and keep a safe distance from Ivan and his relentless push for us to be a family again, I don’t feel secure enough without the damn main door.I let out a loud exhale and flop down on the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress while I’m at it. A few minutes ago, I called Lena and talked to the kids for
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[IVAN]“Ana, I won’t repeat myself. Go back inside and change,” I said for the third time, barely holding myself from taking matters into my own hands.An hour ago, I had asked Ana to get ready for dinner. It was our last day in Kazan, and I was hoping to spend some quality time with her.After spending my entire day discussing security details with Igor and hours upon hours of interrogation with Nikolai, I was beyond tired to even think of any more work. I just wanted Ana and me to go out and spend some time together. It had been a long time, after all, since I took her to a romantic dinner or a nice place that I knew she would like.But of course, because she’s Ana, she already had an excuse prepared: the classic “I don’t have anything nice to wear.”So, I did what I thought was reasonable enough. I made a few calls and arranged some dresses for her.However, to my absolute horror, Ana chose to wear the shortest one of all. A black dress with lace work, that’s all I’m saying. Not to
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