[VLADIMIR]The elevator ride is six minutes long, yet these six minutes feel awfully lengthy. I can’t help this feeling of unrest pooling in the pit of my stomach. Deliberately, I’ve been vague with Zarina about the place, purpose and person we are here to meet.In my defence, it is better this way. The questions she might have after this meeting will be easier to respond to. Clearer and less exhausting. Above and beyond, I don’t want her to have any prenotion, my feelings about this person should not matter. She should be the only person to decide her fate this time. Life has been dreadfully unfair to her in the past, and the least I can do is to provide her with the freedom to make her own choices. Even though I know how things might end up from here on, I know in my heart that it’s the right thing to do.From the corner of my eye, I watch her tapping her feet impatiently against the elevator floor. I can only imagine what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. She is nervous, and
[VLADIMIR]It’s been two days and Zarina hasn’t left her room; she barely even leaves her bed. She refuses to talk, eat, drink, or do anything at all, except for lying on the bed and staring blankly into nothing. I cannot help but worry about her, don’t know what to do or say or how to help her get through this tough time.Perhaps it’s all my fault. I should never have agreed, should not have given in to Isabella’s demand. Before the meeting, Zarina was happy, or at least, better than she is now. Instead of leading her blindly into the room, I should have warned her, given her a hint or something. Then again, if I had done so, she would have come up with millions of questions. And God knows, I’m trying to wrap my head around this mess myself. She is not alone in this turmoil of confusion. I’m with her. We should have seen this coming, though. The similarities were bang on. I just wonder how they hid the truth for so long, and how much more is there to it we still aren’t able to figure
[DIEGO]“She was right there,” I let out an aggravated exhale, sinking more and more into the couch. “And mother just let her go.” I still cannot believe it. After everything that dickhead Perazzo has made our family go through, my mother still allowed her to go with him. How could she even trust him? I cannot, for fuck’s sake, I never will.“It’s not easy for her either,” I hear Dom say, and I detest the point that he is right. He is fucking always right. “The least we can do is not question her decision. She knows what she is doing,” he shrugs calmly and I hear my chest grumble with another annoyed sigh.It’s been two days since the meeting and there is still no word from Vladimir Perazzo. Not to be rude, but I fucking knew this would happen. If the world was on the brink of an explosion and he was the last person to save us, I still wouldn’t trust him. I’ll take my chances and will still shoot him in the head, just like I do in every single dream of mine.“So, you saw her,” Dom inq
[ZARINA]Do you know they built Venice on more than a hundred small islands? Well, I didn’t.And do you know my life sucks? Yeah, me too.It’s been hours since we took off in the middle of nowhere. Literally. The yacht has been motionless, just floating, for the last few hours. Around us, there is nothing but an endless ocean and a sky so wide above that it’s almost daunting. Maybe, according to the map of the world, this place has a name, a relevance, but for someone like me, this is exactly what I’ll call nowhere.And nowhere is fucking awesome!After Vladimir left the room, leaving me with a new-fangled stab of guilt for knowing how oblivious he is to the truth himself, I only gave myself five minutes to recover before heading back up. Previously, I used to think it was of no concern to me if Vladimir ever learnt of his genuine relationship with Hazel, but now I’m afraid I do. I do care, and I should care as I know the truth and he doesn’t. Besides, if my personal experience has ta
[ZARINA]We were halfway through dinner when Vladimir received a call. No matter how many times his cell rang the entire day, he pretty much avoided them every single time. But this while, when he brought the phone up and saw the name on the screen, with no second thoughts, he whipped himself up and stormed over to the other end of the yacht. Joey and I shared a worried glance before he gave me a nod and followed him. Something twisted in my stomach every time I heard him shout. I didn’t know what was wrong. But he did. And he did not look Ok with it.In less than ten minutes, we were heading back to the pier. Once we reached, Vladimir opened the door of the car and tucked me inside. It wasn’t the same car we arrived in, and it took me a bit of a surprise when Vector wasn’t the one driving.Once Vladimir slipped inside and sat next to me, I couldn’t suppress the swelling curiosity anymore. “What is it?” I asked, and watched him rubbing his temple. “You can tell me, you know?” I want h
[ZARINA]It’s been three days already, and no one knows where Lizzy escaped to. I don’t know what to do, should I encourage them to keep looking for her and bring her back or should I respect her choice and let her live her life the way she wants? Isn’t that something I wanted too? Freedom. To be far away from this place, these people. Whatever made her change her mind about the people she once advocated for it has to be a good reason, right? All I want for her is to be away from all kinds of trouble this world is capable of. I want her safe. Happy.Every day since then, I wake up next to Vladimir and honestly speaking it's not that bad. I like the way he holds me, makes me feel safe. He never forces himself on me, not when he can help it. But the truth is I’ve started to admire his unpredictable side too. It’s kind of a turn-on when his eyes turn darker with something more than just simple fondness.“Are you sure you don’t want me inside?” Vladimir asked.Currently, we are sitting in
[ZARINA]When I walk out of the restaurant with my new family, Vladimir is not where I left him. The spot where he parked his car is empty. I won’t lie. I was hoping to see him one last time. Now that I know a few things about my family—something which is more than I ever knew—it’s not complicated to understand his reasons for not staying. And as much as I respect his thoughtfulness, I wish he stayed longer.A hand on my shoulder wakes me from my stupor. My gaze shifts from the road across to the owner of the hand. My mother.“Ready?” she asks. It’s only then a long queue of glossy black cars pulls up in front of us. Diego and Dominic are the first to step forward. While Dominic rounds one of them and switches places with the driver, Diego opens the door to the backseat of the same car and gives us a nod.During the entire ride, each one of them tries to make small talk. But it dies down sooner than any of us want. Diego is the one who tries the most. Dominic only rolls his eyes, some
[AURORA]I should have never returned.I should have never listened to what mom wanted from me. Did she not see how uncomfortable and peculiar her attempt at this family reunion was? As if Zarina turning out to be some long-forgotten twin sister wasn’t odd enough, now she expected us to hug our differences out. What the actual fuck was going on?It was wrong of me to cave into her demands. A mistake that now I’m left to pay. I was gone. I was free. All I had to do was mind my business. But no, of course, I have to make Diego aware of my whereabouts. Why? Because I was stupid enough to think there should be someone to know a way to reach me if, for God’s sake, something awful happened and my presence was badly needed. I’ll be blunt. I expected that day to be mom’s funeral. Or something as important. To appear for a family reunion was the last thing on my mind. But mom could be disturbingly convincing if she set her mind to something. And this while, she wasn’t ready to take a no for an
“My world is a less scary place with you in it, baby. I will kiss you a thousand times every day if that’s what it takes to keep you in love with me for the rest of our days.” [VLADIMIR] "Do you take Vladimir Perazzo as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” I would be lying if I said those words spoken by the priest don’t fill me with dread. Because they do. Something inside me is awfully worried for no specific reason. Perhaps it’s the fear of being tricked by fate again. Perhaps I’m afraid that the past would repeat itself in a much more monstrous and hurtful way. It’s just there. Ticking like a bomb. Making me break into some serious amount of sweat. But I hold it in. Not because there’s no other choice now that dozens of people are watching us, but because the woman standing in front of me is looking at me with so much love and w
[ZARINA]“Mir, this is...” I gasp.“Do you like it?” pressing those words into my ear, he grazes his teeth below my lobe.“...gorgeous. It’s gorgeous.”After our deep and long conversation, the previous night, Mir and I woke up with someone causing a ruckus at the door. It was only then it dawned on me that I ended up sleeping in his room. Something Aunt Alessia had been warning me since the moment we got here. Even though she was quick to assume that we had already done the deed, she expected us to be patient until the marriage and keep our desires to ourselves.And now that we’ve broken one of her directions, she sure sounded angry beating the door outside. To be honest, I panicked a little originally. Not wanting to give anyone a reason to be upset with us. But Mir had different thoughts regarding the matter. He blatantly and outrightly ignored all her screams and peeled the covers off me instead. Despite my reluctance and attempts to reason with him, he moved between my legs with
[ZARINA]Frozen to my spot and shocked to the deepest of my bones, I struggled to get some air into my lungs.Did I really hit him? But why? Was that because he was doing something I did not approve of? Or because...he wasn’t himself?No matter what the reason was, my face seared with embarrassment. My heart palpitated poorly against my ribs and the knots in my stomach tautened to the extent I couldn’t breathe.After fixing me with a glare for a minute too long, Vladimir retreated and stormed into the bathroom. He shut the door so loudly that my entire body shivered. My nerves caused havoc; wild goosebumps crawled like insects all over my skin. Regret pierced my chest like a cruel knife, and the more I thought about it, the deeper it burrowed.It hurt. So much. But why? He was the one who crossed the lines. Why was I on the verge of breaking down? Why were my eyes damp and blurred with tears? What was this pain...Sucking my lips, I leaned my head against the wall behind me and closed
[ZARINA]After Mir left for God knows where, I spent most of the day following Aunt Alessia around. She’s a nice person. Talks really quickly and maybe a little oftener than I’m used to, but seems like she’s only excited to have Mir back. It’s been a while, she said, as long as Mir’s grandfather (her father-in-law) was alive, he used to visit nearly every month without fail. But after the old man passed away, he stopped visiting.He stopped caring.She also told me that Mir and his grandfather were really close. Together, they hung out more than Mir and his father ever did. The way she said those things, I felt as if Mir and his father did not have a smooth relationship. Though Aunt Alessia seemed as chatty as one could be, she seemed mindful not to bring up the subject of Mir’s parents.It was only then I realized I knew nothing of Mir’s past. Sure, I know about his failed marriage to Aurora and that he had a brother and Hazel as a niece, but...what about the rest? He mentioned nothi
[VLADIMIR]“What is this place?” Zarina asked, her gaze pinned on the enormous villa in front of us. The heavy curiosity in her voice did something silly to my chest, and just like that, the desire to kiss her rose once again and darted down my veins. But I suppressed it all by removing my gaze from her. It had become a pattern of sorts. Whenever I needed time off from my chronic horny aspirations, I would look away and try to think of something less provocative. Like a bald head or something.She probably had no inkling of how hard it was for me to keep my hands off her. She was right here, so gorgeous, so tempting, so ready to be my wife, to be mine—I still couldn’t fucking believe it—and I couldn’t even do things to her that haunted me day and night. I had been practising so much patience for the past few days; I fucking deserved a noble prize for it. Or maybe an academy award for the best performance of the century.But I didn’t have to try that hard this time to distract myself f
[ZARINA]An hour later, we were approximately 40,000 ft above the ground and I was yet to ask him where we were heading. With Vladimir being so dark with rage, I couldn’t muster up the courage to say anything at all, let alone the destination of our unexpected trip.Once the car pulled up at the hangar, Mir slid out while one of his men opened the door for me. The sight of the massive jet, the one I had seen only once before when he came to rescue Julie and me from that hell, brought back some unpleasant memories. However, I got little time to dawdle in the past because the next thing I knew, we were being ushered inside the jet, everyone preparing to leave.Vladimir ignored me the entire time until the jet was ready to take off. But even after he sat across from me, he kept himself occupied with the stack of papers he took out from a leather bag. He was taking his sweet-sweet time to go through each one of them. From the look on his face, they seemed of great importance to him. So in
[ZARINA]The tension in the room was so thick that one could easily cut it with a knife. It was even darker and more dangerous than the time when Lorenzo decided to be an ass. No one in the room knew how this discussion between the Perazzos and Galantes was about to end. After what happened at the church, it was safe to say, some of the people were pissed off at the way Vladimir orchestrated the entire thing.They were mad because he didn’t include them in the plan.They were mad because he deliberately made them go through hell before showing up like a damn hero who saved the day.To be honest, I was a little upset by the entire dramatics he pulled, too. At least, he could have warned me instead of letting me suffer till the very end. It was cruel and quite ruthless on his part. And once we left this God-awful suffocating gathering, I would rain him with the questions for sure. It was about to be an endless day for him.Although that was the least of my concern for now.Right now, I
[ZARINA]After waking up the second time this morning, I found Vladimir moving back and forth in the kitchen. Preparing breakfast for both of us. Something warm and sweet curled up inside as I tried not to fall so hard for him. Watching him from a distance and offering no help made me feel like a creep. But it wasn’t my fault that I couldn’t muster up the courage to be in front of him as if nothing had happened the previous night.Or this morning.A ticklish dash of heat glided down my spine at the thought of his mouth on my core, his fingers pumping inside. Those sweet words he spoke in that sexy voice of his. All those hot and needy touches. Impassioned kisses. Our bare skin pressed against each other. The feeling of him and me together. Thinking about all of that was enough to drive me crazy and for my thighs to squeeze together to relieve myself of the ache he left behind. But it never eased.I couldn’t tell what was holding him back from giving me everything he had, or if he was
[VLADIMIR]Blinking against the mellow rays of the early sun, I woke up to find Zarina cuddled to my side. Her dark brown hair scattered messily over the pillow while she slept on her side with her face turned to me.I smiled, warmth spreading across my chest.Last night was anything but normal. I hadn’t expected myself to return only to find Zarina sleeping in my bed with literally nothing but my shirt. It felt like a dress on her, but fuck, did she look good in it? She looked like fucking mine.Mine.The only reason I hadn’t fucking died in the last three months was that I had to come back to her. Michael’s bullet might have driven me to the brink of hell. But it was the realization that I had in what I thought to be the last moments of mine that held me from tipping over. I couldn’t die without telling her how I felt about her. I couldn’t die without making her mine.With a deep sigh, I used my fingers to move some curls out of her face. She stirred against my touch. Her cheeks flu