♪♪ Who Says- Selena Gomez✿Lilah's POV :The next morning, I wake to the unsettling warmth of Ivan’s body still wrapped around mine. His arm is slung over my waist, heavy, like a reminder that my freedom doesn’t exist in this mansion. I bite back the urge to push him away. There’s no telling how he’ll react, and I can’t afford to provoke him—not yet.I carefully slide out from under his arm, my movements slow and deliberate. Ivan doesn’t stir. His breathing remains deep and steady. I silently curse how peaceful he looks in sleep, as if he’s not the monster who’s been holding me captive. I stand up and stare at him for a moment, considering my next move.His phone sits on the nightstand, just inches away from his hand. My fingers twitch. If I could get my hands on that phone, maybe I could—“What are you thinking, little vixen?” Ivan’s voice breaks the silence like a whip, low and menacing. He doesn’t open his eyes, but there’s a deadly edge to his tone.I freeze, caught in the act of
♪♪ My Heart Want What It Wants - Selena Gomez ✿Lilah's POV :The next morning, I wake up alone. The bed beside me is cold, empty, and Ivan is already gone. No surprise there. The man seems to vanish with the dawn, leaving behind nothing but his presence still lingering in the air.After a dull breakfast, Lucy and I make our way up to the rooftop. It's one of the few places in this house that's free from guards or prying eyes. Downstairs is crawling with maids and muscle-bound henchmen, all of them loyal to Ivan and ready to report our every move. Up here, though, it’s just the open sky, the wind, and us. A perfect spot for some scheming.“So, what’s your plan?” Lucy asks, her voice edged with uncertainty. Her eyes dart around as if expecting someone to pop up from behind a chimney or balcony.I take a slow breath, letting the smirk play on my lips before turning to her. “Seducing Ivan.”Lucy nearly chokes. “What?” she blurts, her eyes going wide with shock.“Yes, you heard me. Since
♪♪ Criminal - Britney Spears ✿Ivan's POV :The sun beats down, shimmering against the crystal-blue water of the pool as I sit in my chair, soaking in the calm of the moment. The air around us is light, with just the right warmth. A perfect day to discuss business. My men gather around me, each with their own purpose.“The lieutenant of the Russian army, Dimitri Makhanova, wants a private meeting with you, boss. Says it’s about the missiles and weapons,” Andrey, my trusted left-hand man, informs me.A slow smirk stretches across my lips. “Set it up. I knew the Russians would turn to us. They know there’s no one else who can deliver weapons on the terms they need—illegally.” My voice carries that unmistakable satisfaction that comes with power.Damien, always the cautious one, shifts in his seat. “But what if they try to take us out later? Use us for now, then bury us?”I wave him off. “They won't. We're their only option. No one else will deal with the kind of firepower they need, an
♪♪ We Found Love - Rihanna✿Lilah's POV :I roll over in the empty bed. Midnight ticks by, but Ivan still isn’t back. Lately, he's been returning early, yet after our encounter today, he's nowhere to be seen. The silence in his absence feels thicker than usual, oppressive even.I don’t know why, but the sting of rejection sits heavy in my chest, a feeling I hate to admit. I thought he might give in this time—thought I’d get under his skin. But it’s Ivan Volkov. He’d never give in.I shift onto my stomach, staring up at the starry sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sleep is the last thing I can do right now. Frustration tightens around me like a vice. I need to get out of this bed, out of my head. With a sigh, I toss the covers back and head downstairs. My mind’s been spinning around Ivan all day, and I can’t shake the tension crawling over my skin.Lucy asked earlier what was wrong. I told her everything. She’s as confused as I am. Why the hell am I feeling this for my enemy?
Lilah's POV :I haven’t seen Ivan in a week. The air in the mansion feels different without him—lighter, but also strangely oppressive. It’s as if his absence leaves a vacuum that’s too vast to ignore. The maids whisper in clusters, their voices low, but not low enough to escape my ears.“He’s on a business trip,” one says, her hands busy polishing silverware.“Egypt, I heard,” another chimes in. “For a whole week.”“At least we can relax a bit this week,” the first replies, though her tone suggests anything but pity.My fingers tighten around the coffee cup I’m holding. A week. That’s all I have. Ivan’s absence is rare, and even though the thought of digging into his world terrifies me, it’s the only chance I’ll get.Later that evening, I shared the plan with Lucy in hushed whispers.“This is it, Lilah,” she says, gripping my arm. “If we’re ever going to find something, it’s now. Break into his office.”“I know,” I whisper back. “But listen—you’ll stand outside. If you see anyone com
Lilah's POV :The room is suffocatingly silent, save for the distant ticking of a clock on the wall. Ivan’s gaze is fixed on me, cold and unwavering, like a predator studying its prey. The air between us feels electric, crackling with an intensity that makes the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. I take a step back, instinctively, but my legs bump into the edge of the heavy wooden desk behind me, stopping my retreat.“You’ve been pushing your limits, Lilah,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. His accent wraps around my name like a velvet glove over an iron fist, and it sends an involuntary shiver down my spine.I glare at him, trying to summon every ounce of defiance I have left. “You don’t scare me, Ivan.”His lips twitch into a smirk, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “No?” he murmurs, closing the distance between us with slow, deliberate steps. “Then why do you look like a frightened little mouse cornered by a cat?”I hate the way my body reacts to him, my heart hammering
Ivan’s POV :The mansion falls eerily silent as the moon climbs higher into the ink-black sky. I lean against the polished mahogany railing of the balcony, staring at the shimmering pool below. My thoughts are scattered, my focus fractured. The weight of my decisions presses heavily on my chest, yet my mind keeps circling back to her—Lilah Daniels.That insolent little spitfire has been a thorn in my side since the day I dragged her into my world. She shouldn’t matter, shouldn’t occupy space in my thoughts. And yet, she does. Her fiery defiance, her sharp tongue, her infuriating audacity—it’s a drug I can’t seem to resist.I clench my jaw, willing myself to stop thinking about her. But then the faint creak of a door catches my attention. My gaze snaps to the bedroom behind me, where Lilah stands at the threshold, bathed in the silver glow of moonlight. Her hair is loose, tumbling in soft waves around her face, and she’s dressed in an oversized shirt that barely grazes her thighs. One
Ivan's POV :The night is thick with silence, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. The room is dimly lit, bathed in a warm, golden glow from the bedside lamp. I sit on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the floor. Lilah is across the room, leaning against the door, her arms folded, her lips pressed in a thin line.She’s wearing that defiant look again—the one that simultaneously infuriates me and makes me want to crush it under my touch. Her oversized sweater, barely covering her thighs, clings to her frame in all the wrong ways, or maybe all the right ones. She’s beautiful, but not in the polished, deliberate way most women in my orbit are. She’s raw, unrefined, maddeningly real. It’s that realness that disturbs me the most.“You don’t trust me,” she says suddenly, her voice soft but cutting through the quiet like a blade.I glance up at her, my jaw tightening. “Trust is earned, not given freely.”Her eyes narrow, and she pushes off the door, stepp
Lilah's POV :The next morning dawns cold and gray, the sky heavy with the threat of rain. I stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore the gnawing unease lodged in my chest. The events of last night replay in my mind, each detail sharp and unrelenting.I roll out of bed with a groan, determined not to let my nerves get the better of me. I have work today, and Linda is counting on me.By the time I leave the apartment, the streets are alive with the bustle of village life. The familiar chatter of vendors and the scent of freshly baked bread fill the air, grounding me in the present.Still, as I weave through the market toward Linda’s bakery, I can’t help but glance over my shoulder every few steps.---Work starts as it always does, with Linda greeting me warmly and handing me a cup of tea.“Morning, Lilah,” she says, her voice cheerful despite the gloomy weather.“Morning,” I reply, managing a small smile.We fall into our usual routine, and for a while, the steady rhythm of baking sooth
Lilah's POV :I wake up to the first slivers of dawn creeping through the curtains. The quiet hum of the village surrounds me, and for a moment, I let the peace of it settle over my restless heart. It’s strange, living somewhere so far removed from the chaos of my past. But no matter how much I try, I can’t seem to leave the shadows behind.I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Lucy or Robert. The last thing I want is another argument about how I shouldn’t be working. They mean well, but I can’t keep relying on them. I need to pull my weight.The walk to the bakery is quiet, the cobblestone streets damp with morning dew. As I step into Linda’s shop, the warmth of freshly baked bread envelops me.“Good morning, Lilah,” Linda greets me with her usual smile, handing me a cup of tea.“Morning,” I reply, already tying on my apron.Linda has been nothing but kind since I started working here. She’s patient when I fumble a recipe, quick to praise when I get something right. I’m learning mor
Lilah's POV : Lilah woke up early, the faint sunlight filtering through the thin curtains of their small rented apartment. The quiet hum of village life outside the window felt worlds away from the chaos she’d fled. She shook off the lingering remnants of her restless night, determined to make today productive. She’d been staying here with Robert and Lucy for weeks now, grateful for their support but restless with the feeling of being a burden. Her search for work had been disheartening—every shop and stall in the village market either didn’t need help or couldn’t afford to hire anyone new. But today, she was determined to try again. Pulling on her worn coat and tying her hair back, Lilah grabbed her small purse and slipped out the door, leaving Lucy and Robert to their morning routines. The market was bustling by the time she arrived, the aroma of fresh produce, baked goods, and spices mingling in the crisp morning air. She wandered past the stalls, scanning for any signs of
Lilah's POV :The next morning, the air in the apartment feels heavier, as if the walls themselves are closing in. I barely sleep, tossing and turning until the first rays of dawn seep through the curtains. The note lies on the nightstand, its message burning into my mind.You can’t hide forever.The words feel like a noose around my neck.By the time Robert comes home from the bakery, I’ve managed to convince myself to stay calm. He sets a box of leftover pastries on the counter and eyes me suspiciously.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he says, brushing flour from his hands.I force a smile. “Just a rough night.”“Rough how?”“It’s nothing, Robert. Drop it,” I snap, sharper than I intended.He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. Instead, he grabs a cup of coffee and retreats to his room, leaving me alone in the kitchen.Lucy stumbles in later, her shift at the bar clearly taking its toll. She flops onto the couch with a groan, her red hair sticking out in all directions.
Lilah's POV :The streets seem quieter than usual, but maybe that’s just me. Every step I take feels heavier, as if the weight of someone else’s gaze is pinned to my back. I glance over my shoulder again, my heart skipping a beat, but the sidewalk behind me is empty. Just a woman walking her dog, a cyclist pedaling lazily, and the occasional honk of a car. Normal. Too normal.I pull my coat tighter, the brisk December air biting through the fabric. My doctor said I was fine, perfectly healthy, yet I feel anything but. Maybe it's the lack of sleep or the constant ache in my chest that has nothing to do with my health and everything to do with him—Ivan.He doesn’t want me. Worse, he probably wants me dead. I remind myself of this every time my thoughts drift to the way his voice dipped when he was angry or the rare moments when his icy exterior thawed. Foolish. There’s no going back, no undoing what’s already been done.I shake the thoughts away and focus on the walk home. Robert and Lu
Lilah’s POV :The village was small, nestled in the lush countryside of southern France. Rolling hills stretched out as far as the eye could see, dotted with vineyards, olive trees, and cottages that seemed untouched by time. It was picturesque, serene—everything we needed after the chaos we’d escaped. But no matter how beautiful it was, I couldn’t shake the heaviness that lingered in my chest.Robert had found the village through a contact of his, someone who knew how to keep secrets. The house he rented for us was small but cozy, with pale stone walls and a thatched roof. It sat at the edge of the village, overlooking a field of sunflowers that swayed gently in the breeze. For most people, this would be paradise. For me, it was a hiding place.Lucy and Robert were already settling in, unloading the few belongings we had from the car. I stood in the doorway, staring out at the quiet street, my hand resting on my stomach. The thought of the life growing inside me still felt surreal, l
Lilah’s POVThe night was dark, the only sounds around us the soft rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of the woods. Lucy and I moved swiftly through the trees, our breaths shallow, hearts pounding in our chests. Robert had made the call earlier, securing tickets for a flight to France, away from everything. Away from Ivan and the terror that had crept into our lives.I glanced over at Lucy, her face pale in the moonlight, eyes wide with fear. “You really think this is the best idea?” I whispered, the words heavy on my lips.Lucy nodded, her voice low and determined. “It’s the only way, Lilah. We can’t stay here. Not with him still looking for us.”I bit my lip, glancing back at the small cabin we’d called home for the past few weeks. It felt like we were abandoning it, running away like criminals in the dead of night. But there was no other choice. Not if we wanted to survive.Robert had arranged everything, a taxi waiting for us at the edge of the woods. We hurried toward it, th
Lilah’s POV :The days that followed were like a haze, a never-ending cycle of fear and uncertainty. Lucy and I had found a tiny, isolated cabin deep in the woods, a place where we could hide and regroup. But even here, the weight of what we’d escaped from lingered heavy in the air.I avoided Ivan’s calls and texts, turning away from the messages that popped up on my phone, pretending I didn’t see them. It was a survival tactic, a way to protect myself from the pain of knowing he was out there, hunting us. Every time his name flashed on the screen, my heart clenched, a sharp, agonizing twist of emotion that I couldn’t bear to confront.The truth was, I was scared of him. Not just scared—terrified. Terrified of what he’d do if he found us, of what he’d become if he ever caught up with us. And more than that, I was terrified of the darkness that seemed to swirl around him, a darkness that had already claimed my brother and threatened to take everything from me.Lucy tried to comfort me,
Lilah’s POV :The air felt heavy with unspoken words as Ivan stood there, his intense blue eyes fixed on mine. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the lingering intensity of his presence. The silence stretched out between us, thick with memories and unshed tears.I tightened my grip on Lucy’s hand, finding strength in the warmth of her touch. She stood beside me, her expression a mixture of fear and determination. “Lilah, we should go,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “He’s dangerous.”I shook my head, my throat suddenly tight with emotion. “I can’t run forever, Lucy. I can’t hide from him forever.”Ivan’s expression darkened, a muscle twitching in his jaw. “You shouldn’t have left,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You should have trusted me.”“Trusted you?” I spat, the bitterness in my voice surprising even me. “You were going to kill me, Ivan. Just like you killed my brother.”His face paled, the flash of pain in his eyes only fueling my anger. “Robert was a liability,”