There comes a time in one's life when you are faced with a decision that can alter the entirety of your existence.And for me, this is one of those moments; do I lay still and let these savage monsters have a piece of the Volkov printsessa they so desperately want, or, do I fight for a life that no longer feels like my own?A life that has been nothing but a living nightmare and keeps spiralling out of control. But then I remember watching a movie about a female who was in a domestic, violent marriage. She managed to escape, making it her life mission to keep her young son protected from her husband, who relentlessly tracked them down, turning their lives upside down at every turning point. One day, she decides she has had enough, playing by the book has only landed her in more shit and the only way she was going to ever truly be free from her abuser, was to face him. She took self-defense classes, showed up at his house when she believed she was strong enough and fought him. But
Dmitris' Point Of View.'Forgive me, father, for I am about to sin.'The church confessional is cramped and dark. The menacing scent of polished wood and flowers contaminate my senses until I'm barely able to think straight. I rub my hand over my chest, which feels tight, trying to alleviate the ache that is engulfing me. I watch the congregation file into the considerable church through the small, cross-shaped holes that bless the door to my hiding place. The Venturi family did not attempt to keep Sandros' wedding to the Volkov printsessa a secret.Their arrogance shines brilliantly under their designer clothes and the women's painted faces.The females stand to one side, gossiping as they compliment each other's dresses, trying to decide who wears what better and who has the finer and most exclusive purse or one-of-a-kind shoes. The men speak in tones that boom off the vaulted ceiling as they puff their chests up like gorillas in their designer suits.I haven't spotted any weapon
Dmitris' Point Of View.I shove my phone back into my pants, a sinister smile spreads across my face as the anticipation scorches my flesh. I start to count down the seconds as promised by Amani just as Konstatin reaches out and draws back Zeyneps veil off her face. He continues to block my view of her, whispering something into her ear that makes her body visibly shudder. Next, he cocks his head back, releasing a fake hearty laugh as he places her hand in Sandros'. They exchange a look at one another, before Konstatin takes a step back, moving away to take a seat on the pew at the head of the congregation.I suck on my upper teeth, my gaze leaving him as I look at Zeynep, and my heart plummets into the pit of my stomach. The past couple of days have been hell for her, and it shows on her face, which is stained with different shades of bruises.Her full lips are painted red that are turned down at the corners of her mouth. Her big blue eyes are engulfed with secrets and trauma I wil
I encircle my hands around my body as my eyes frantically dart between Dmitri and Ivan, who is at my feet. Am I dreaming? Are D and Ivan truly here to save me?I'm too afraid to pinch myself in case I jolt awake back in the makeshift cell at the villa that will forever haunt me.As Dmitri rolls away, getting to his hands and knees, I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers blindly brush across the golden cross. He takes a quick glance at the cross now in his possession, and a maniac laugh erupts from the nest of his chest as he firmly grips it.A savage roar spills from his lips as he swings the golden cross with all his might. The blunt end of it strikes Konstatin in the side as he lunges straight towards Dmitri. Blood flies through the air, splattering across the church, and crimson droplets tarnish the train of the wedding gown I am forced to wear. Konstatin grunts as he falls back, with a howl filled with rage and agony echoing through the church. The frightened screams of wome
My eyes wander over his face and all I can think about is, how is he still alive?“I should be, but fate has other plans for me.” He says in a strained tone.I drop my hands and clear my throat. “What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here, Leo. If any of Konstatins' goons see you...” I ask him softly, wriggling in his arms, gesturing for him to put me down, and he lowers me onto the grass. “I had to come. I had to make sure that you were able to escape from my father and Konstatin before your vows were said. I was hobbling towards the church entrance when the cars exploded, I knew that someone had come to your rescue, and I made my way around the back of the church, so my father wouldn't see me.” My pulse spikes as I see Ivan jumping out of the van, storming towards Leo with a murderous look erupting across his face. The instant he grabs Leo by the scruff of his collar, shaking him. I reach out and slap Ivan across the face. Hard. Harder than I had initially intended and he l
DMITRIS' POINT OF VIEW. The sound of someone weeping rouses me from my sleep with a grunt. My brow furrows, and the tinge of my aching body begins to bite into me as I come to and realize it is Zeynep who is whimpering. I jerk upright and wince. Christ, my body aches like a bitch. I snarl, getting to my feet, and I rush to the opposite end of the room where she is sleeping. “Please… You don't have to do this. I am your sister… it is wrong for you to touch me like this… no… no, please… NO!!!” BLYAD'!!! [FUCK!!!] I scoop her bruised, trembling body that is covered in sweat into my arms, “Printsessa,” I say gently, but scream erratically in my head, not wanting to startle her. “Printsessa, wake up and find your way back to me.” My voice cracks. That mat' ublyudok!!! [mother fucker!!!] I will skin him alive and set his body ablaze under a full moon as I offer the moon goddess his filthy soul as a sacrifice to purify Zeyneps again. Brushing her hair out of her face, I swallow
I was drowning in my nightmares that were suffocating me. I was in a box of sand, sinking, unable to catch my breath. Then out of nowhere, Konstatins' hands were snaking around my waist, and the cold chill of his gun glided over my shuddering body. The sound of a door creaking open fills my ear canals as I look up and watch Sandro approaching us. The foul scent of cigarettes, the whisper of Nicos' next line of threats, and the guard's goading ring in my ears as he egged them all on. Leo's fists pound and pound… into a faceless figure that lies motionless on the ground.Grunts filled with savage rage resonate through the air.Fingers feather over my arm, and I am hauled upright with a sharp inhale. Two liquid bronze eyes with flecks of amber locked on mine, and soft hands pressing my shoulders down. He smells like fresh snowflakes and almonds, and despite my terror; it's the best thing I have smelt in days.Ragged breaths tear through my lungs as Amani leans over me with a look o
I follow Dmitri outside the hotel building we are staying at, and I walk straight to the driver's door. Amani lowers his window in the blacked-out SUV, with his gaze still transfixed on something straight ahead of him. “You cannot come with us, Amani. You need to pack your things and book the next flight out of here.” I tell him in a hushed tone that is saturated with gratitude. “This is not your fight, and I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you while we are in a foreign country.” He slowly turns his head to look at me, his eyes shielding the true emotions that thrum through his veins. “I can't leave, not now,” He replies in a low, baritone voice. “It seems that this is my fight too, and I haven't been as forthcoming about the truth as I should have been.” I take a step back, pulling my fur coat tightly around my body. “He will explain when we return, printsessa,” Dmitri growls as he joins my side. I stare at Amani, lost in the depths of his irises that hold secre