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DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 60
[ANASTASIA]I can’t believe it. I just… can’t.All Ivan has done in the last 60 seconds is say the same thing I have already said, and yet my heart thinks it feels different, just because it comes out of his mouth?How in the world does that make any sense? How’s that even fair?No. It can’t be that easy. It shouldn’t be. I can’t forgive him just because he admits to his mistakes, just because he looks guilt-ridden and regretful of his actions. There has to be more to it. He should suffer more, feel more pain, feel more…I don’t know what exactly I want him to feel. All these years, when I thought about this confrontation that couldn’t have been ignored for a long time, I didn’t know what I expected to happen. Sure, I imagined him to be on his knees and begging me for my forgiveness, pleading with me that he has been wrong, a fool, and an utter shame in the name of humankind who couldn’t see through the lies being hand-fed to him.And although he’s on his knees alright and looks miser
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 61
[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
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 62
[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
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 63
[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
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 64
[ANASTASIA] OK. I’ll be honest with you. Ivan losing his shit was fun to watch. The Ivan I knew during our happy married life didn’t care about my dressing, makeup, or anything related to my appearance. Of course, I wasn’t dirty or lazy by any means. I kept myself clean, took care of myself, and wore whatever I thought would look good on me. But I wasn’t a fashion icon, for sure. I chose comfortable clothes, especially during both of my pregnancies. Sure, there were all kinds of birthday parties, engagements, and weddings to attend, but let’s just say I kept it as simple as possible. I used to think simplicity suited me better. Or maybe I just didn’t want anyone else to look at me, other than the man I had fallen head over heels for. The fun part is, I still think the same. I believe simplicity is better and more practical. But once in a while these days, I’d be lying if I said I don’t crave a bit of change. If anyone forgot to notice, I got married pretty quickly. I hadn’t even
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 65
[IVAN]“I hope this clears up everything,” Zarubina Stepanova says—the headmistress of Moscow’s Imperial Boys’ School—bringing my attention back to hers.Let’s just say, it’s been impossible to focus on anything other than my wife looking like a walking death sentence to my sanity. It’s been more than an hour since she walked into the hotel’s bar. Despite my efforts to not fall for her snare to fuck me up, I couldn’t help but follow her to the bar like some lovesick puppy who can’t find his way around.I’ll have to agree, Ana is definitely not the same old Ana anymore. She’s bolder now, doesn’t back away from taking risks, and doesn’t mind messing with me, despite being aware of the atrocities I’m very much capable of. I can’t deny that such changes in her are almost sexy. They make me even hotter for her. And I can’t help but imagine her reaction if she learns of all the new wild things I want to do to her.Today or tomorrow—this way or that—she’ll have to give in to me. That’s one t
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[ANASTASIA]My bluntness catches me off guard, and if I didn’t hear it wrong, one of his men in our proximity starts coughing.I haven’t got a single clue why I’m saying what I’m saying. It’s all coming out without a filter, and I seem to have no control over it. Not that I have regretted anything so far. According to my drunk brain, everything that I’m saying makes complete sense, and I have nothing to feel ashamed of.And why should I? I am only stating the obvious, aren’t I? He should be the one embarrassed for ignoring her blatant attempt to seduce him. But despite my claims, he simply rolls his eyes, as if I’m seeing too much into nothing. As if I’m crazy to think of the possibility.“You’re overthinking it, malysh. I assure you that’s not the case.” He says that slowly as if I’m too stupid to understand what he’s talking about.Little does he know that I can’t shake off what I saw. I just can’t. She was leaning in so close to him earlier, flaunting that short skirt. Damn this wa
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 67
[ANASTASIA]It all boils down to the fact that I can’t deny that this man—this man that I call my husband, the father of my kids—still has a piece of my broken heart. No matter how little or more, he still holds some power over me and that can’t be turned a blind eye to.He can twist it as he pleases. He can play all kinds of games with it that only he enjoys. And all I can do is watch him destroy me because what else could a woman do at the hands of a man she’s crazy about?The funny thing is, I don’t want to have all these feelings about him. I don’t want to care.But I do have those feelings and I do care. And I can claim all I want. I can blame him all I want. But the truth remains the same you can’t fight with your own heart. Especially the one that’s broken. Because a broken heart has as many voices as its shattered pieces. And they all hurt differently. And when the pain becomes unbearable, the only choice is to surrender, because who in the world wants constant pain, right?Do
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[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
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[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
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[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
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[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,
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[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.
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[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
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[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
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 147
[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
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[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
