LyraPacing the length of the living room, I debated texting Valentin then and there. I had to warn him before anything happened—before he could be injured or killed. The thought gripped the back of my neck like an icy hand, and regret flooded my chest.Even if I hated him for what he did and for agreeing to the marriage pact, I never would’ve wanted that for him at his worst. He didn’t deserve to be hunted down by someone I didn’t even know.He was the father of my child, and we had gotten so far with our unorthodox relationship. Everything had been perfect, except for my inability to tell him about the unknown number. We had started to trust one another again, and I was sure I had ruined it immediately.Our time together had reignited those old feelings I had for Valentin, and I had to fix things before they got worse.Unable to handle the thought of waiting any longer, my hand shook as I pulled out my cell phone and pressed his contact.Before I could type anything, the door slamme
LyraI never thought I’d ever see the inside of my childhood bedroom again, but it turned into my makeshift prison.Valentin said he wasn’t my jailor, but he gave that responsibility to my father instead.The driver brought me back to Philly and handed me back to my dad as if I had never been married to Valentin in the first place. Beyond unworthy of even my apparent husband’s presence. They were worried I was still a threat to their empire, keeping me as far away from it as possible, thanks to my apparent betLyral.It made me worry he was working toward getting a divorce.Worst of all, I was kept away from Charlie. No matter how I shouted and screamed, nobody would bring my baby to me.Being separated from my son was the hardest part. It tore me up inside, leaving my cheeks stained and eyes dry from crying so much. Even if my marriage was ruined, I just wanted my boy. I had never been away from him for so long, and it was killing me.If everything else was lost, I at least wanted to
LyraCarefully, Dad crossed the room and sat against the edge of the bed, offering me my space still. “For making you choose such a difficult decision at your age without asking for the full picture. And for wagering your hand to advance my position in New York. This isn’t an excuse, but I did it for our family.“I know it only drove a wedge between us, and it hurt me every day to know you were out there on your own because of me, just as it was when I married you off to Valentin. You are right. It was all because of me, but I only hope you can see things from my perspective too.”“It hurt when you wanted me to abort my child,” I managed to say through the tears. “I needed your support, and you tore it away from me. I was prepared to never forgive you for it.”Dad nodded, cloaked by his own sadness that surprised me. “You have every reason to be angry with me. You don’t owe me forgiveness, but I hope one day I may earn it again.”The thought of simply letting go of everything that had
ValentinThe war between us Lantsovs and the Romanos was raging, and we had been horribly ignorant of how big their numbers truly were. We had blind faith in ourselves without ever seeing the bigger picture.We were fortunate to have the Chesters as backup, even if that was a sore spot. Lyra’s betrayal put Barnes’ interest and loyalty into question, but he swore up and down that he had nothing to do with it. He never even knew they were communicating.Something in the way she had been so secretive about it helped me believe he didn’t know anything.Gritting back my anger, I looked down at the casino floor, fists clenched.Likely thanks to Lyra, the Romano men had grown immensely since they managed to intercept multiple dealings. With all the money and resources they snagged from us, they multiplied their numbers and reached beneath our noses.We were forced to up our guards since then, especially around me and the casino. We weren’t taking any chances, not after what had happened.I
LyraA few days passed since I returned to my father, and that passage of time only got harder to endure.When I gave in to the boredom, I started reading the stack of books in the bedroom without paying all that much attention to them. It didn’t take long for me to finish them, leaving me with nothing at all.A knock at the door early morning on the fourth day tore me from my empty thoughts, sitting up in bed.Dad poked his head inside again, carrying a tray of food for me. He had the chef make me an omelet with toast and berries on the side. It smelled good, but my stomach had been in knots since I arrived home.An unreadable expression moved across his face while he placed the food on my nightstand. “You’re being returned to the Lantsovs today, my dear.”My heart stopped immediately, and everything around me seemed to still. I blinked through my astonishment, murmuring weakly, “What?”He nodded, handing me the glass of orange juice.I was being handed back over to them. While that
Lyra The house they brought me to was a different one I hadn’t seen before.It was in an ideal neighborhood with neatly manicured lawns, pools in every backyard, and serenely quiet. The house was even more exquisite, with lavish furnishings and the most expensive décor I think I had ever seen.As we walked through the halls, I found pictures of Nikolai and Enora, as well as some with Liliya. So, it was his house.It made Valentin’s condo look like a hostel.To my dismay, the beautiful house was ripped away from me the moment I was led down a set of stairs to a basement.A chill ran down my spine as we marched down, the guard making me go first. I hadn’t struggled until the moment I reached the cement floor, and the light was switched on.The basement was lit up at once, and panic clenched my chest.The room was huge, with doors leading to other rooms, but the most damning part was the plastic sheets on the floor, along with a single chair.They’re going to kill me.Close to hypervent
ValentinFrustration simmered beneath my skin as I went back upstairs, fists clenched to fight off that anger I wasn’t used to. It had been ever-present in the last few days, keeping me on edge at a moment’s notice.Nothing felt right anymore, and I didn’t know what was real and what was a lie.I didn’t know if I should trust Lyra’s word. I had no reason to believe she would betray me, not when she had nothing to do with our business or her father’s before she had left Philly. But the messages were compelling enough to leave me wondering.Her reasons held up, but I didn’t want to fall victim to any of her possible tricks. Three years had passed since we dated and broke up, and anything could’ve changed within that time. I didn’t know what she was truly capable of.Roman was already in the living room by himself, sitting in one of Nikolai’s swanky chairs, scrolling through his phone. His gaze trailed me, and his brow lifted. He put his phone down.“How did it go?”“Terribly,” I mumble
LyraPain cracked through my head, the first thing I registered as I came to.Even while I was waking up, my eyes wouldn’t open. The dull ache all over my body lingered, immediately telling me something wasn’t right. Something had happened, and I couldn’t remember it yet.Little by little, my lashes pulled apart, but I couldn’t focus on the room around me yet. Groggy, I tried to look around as pieces came to me.I went to move, to put my arms in a more comfortable position, by they stopped and couldn’t go any further. The jingle of metal sounded familiar, along with the way it bit into my skin.Cuffs.Alarm rushed into me at once, forcing my eyes open all the way. I yanked on the cuffs, finding myself in a place I didn’t recognize.Dark steel walls and concrete floors. Heavy fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead and were far too harsh on my eyes. A dull headache remained, only worsening from the intensity of them.But as I adjusted to everything, there was a familiar face looking b
RomanDeflating, I put my face in my hands. I did know. I heard it. I saw it in her face.When I didn’t say anything, he scoffed. “I can’t believe you.”“She knew for weeks and didn’t tell me until tonight. How else was I supposed to take it?!” I snapped back, still trying to navigate the mess of my emotions. “I felt blindsided.”“That was weeks of her being scared, then. Alone with that knowledge.”“I know she was, she told me herself,” I admitted, taking another swig.The disappointment on Nikolai’s face was immeasurable. “And you ran, leaving her alone at your house. This isn’t how the Lanstovs do things, Roman.”“I suppose not,” I muttered, shaking my head. “And what if there’s some sort of marriage pact you’d like me to comply to? I can’t do that with another woman’s child running around.”“That child is yours. A Lantsov. Your heir. Why on earth would I need you to fulfill a pact when your child is already growing?” he questioned, looking shocked at my reluctance to accept this.
RomanWe were both spent and satisfied, but after I crawled back into bed and brought her against my chest, something moved through Aria’s eyes.We sat in silence for a while as I ran a hand up and down her arm, wondering why she was being uncharacteristically quiet. She felt so still—almost frozen. Something didn’t feel right.Intuitively, I had the feeling there was something she needed to say. Cocking a brow at her, I murmured, “Is everything all right?”That made her tense, and immediately, my concern flared. There was definitely something wrong.Aria let go of a deep, yet uncertain breath. She pushed herself up to look me in the eyes, gaze full of both guilt and fear.“What’s wrong?” I asked again, bringing a thumb up to caress her cheek.She closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, sighing. “There’s something I’ve been keeping from you because I’ve been too much of a coward to tell you.”My brows furrowed, not knowing what to expect.Immediately, my mind went to the worst plac
AriaStunned by what sounded like a promise, I only nodded, dumbstruck."Good," he murmured, gripping my chin in his hand as his lips crashed onto mine again.I saw nothing but darkness and stars as my lashes fluttered closed, too needy for him to care how it happened. His lips demanded all of my attention, and I had no mind to think about anything else.His tongue swiped against my lower lip, to which I complied, and he deepened the kiss so sinfully that even the devil himself would clutch his pearls.Instinctively, I spread my legs as his hand dropped to my thigh, reaching beneath my dress for those lace panties he had spied earlier.A shiver ran down my spine as he brushed against my pussy, already soaked for him. When he added more pressure, my back arched, silently begging for more."God, you feel so good," he groaned against my lips, his voice low and filled with need. "So fucking perfect."I couldn't stop the way my body reacted, but the heat in my chest flared. “You really thi
AriaI barely had time to enter the house before Roman's lips were firmly on mine, back pressed against the wall.Melting into his touch as his fingers worked my hair elastic undone so he could run them through my tresses, I forgot about how strange he had been. The chilly distance between us dissipated at once, and all I wanted was more of him.Roman had an incredible power that rendered me useless from mere touch alone, leaving me wanting and frantic. It was no different from the first time as our mouths collided, melding like we were made for each other.It was impossible to breathe, but I didn't care. Air didn't feel necessary while his lips brushed against mine feverishly, pouring his own desire into the kiss.His other hand slipped down to my waist where he squeezed, drawing out a soft breath from me. He smiled into the kiss and pulled me impossibly close.There was no returning from the kiss without getting what we both wanted, that was abundantly clear.In a whirl of frantic
AriaThere was something stoic yet very telling of their dormant strength in each of them, like a raw viciousness they could harness whenever necessary.They were indeed threatening-looking, but dressed up in their nice clothes, they reminded me of done-up Persian cats, rather than rogue mountain lions."Everyone, this is Aria. I expect you all to treat her like family," Lyra began, gesturing to me politely. Then, she moved through the others. "This is my husband, Valentin. My love and light and retired party animal."While Valentin wore a satisfied smile at first, it faltered into a teasing grin when he looked at his wife. "You're lucky today is your day, as well as Aria's apparently."He held a hand out to shake, and I took it with as much confidence as I could muster.“It’s a pleasure to meet the one who has claimed my brother’s attention as of late.”There was a heavy dose of teasing in those words, and I felt as Roman stiffened beside me. He let go of a sigh while his brothers ch
AriaThe butterflies in my gut were unavoidable as I got ready for the baby shower, putting on a light-colored dress that Roman said would be more than fitting for the day.While I was curious and intrigued by his family, the thought of meeting them all made my heart race. They were infamous to people who knew of them, and those who didn't were better off never crossing them.Fixing my hair into a neat bun and putting on a light amount of makeup felt like an impossible task while my stomach turned. I was more than aware that I had known I was pregnant for at least a week, and I still hadn't told Roman.I knew he'd be pissed off at me for not telling him sooner, but I hadn't worked up the courage to follow through with it yet. It was a lot to process on my own, and bringing him into it felt even more daunting.By the time I was ready to go and headed back downstairs, Roman was waiting in the kitchen. He perked up as I entered the room, and a small smile pulled on his lips."You look be
RomanAria hesitated then, seeming almost confused. She looked at the screen instead of me. "Are things getting any better?""Nikolai says so.""That's good then."It was awkward. Painfully awkward. But I couldn't help it. It had to be done."Did you get everything you needed today?" I asked, curious about what she got up to, even if I shouldn't be.Something moved across her face then, and she nodded."Let me know if you need anything else."Aria continued to look down at her food, seeming more uncomfortable than she had been before.I hated how I was coming across, especially with my unfriendly tone. I was being an ass."The food is good," Aria said, surely in an attempt to keep the conversation going.It felt like a lure cast in a lake, hoping I'd take the bait and be myself, the man she had grown used to after being around me for weeks.When I only hummed in response, I watched as her shoulders slumped. She looked hurt and confused, and I wished I could take that pain away. I wish
RomanI was getting too attached to her and I knew it. Nikolai had tried to warn me, but I didn't care to listen.I knew it was a problem the moment I saw her in the kitchen, looking like she had spent the entire night drinking. She was a mess, but I still found her beautiful. Something about it made me feel ready to take on anything with her.Aria had quickly turned into the one thing I looked forward to, always losing myself to daydreams of her.It was unlike me in many ways, and that was a problem no matter how I felt.I didn't want to be hurt when I inevitably needed to let her go. I couldn't hold onto her forever, not when I owed her complete freedom. I turned her world completely upside down because of my negligence and robbed her of not knowing about organized crime and who my family really were. I did that to her.And I was growing more attached with every passing day. That was my karma.I couldn't help but want her, even if it went against my best interest and that of my fam
AriaWeeks LaterI had planned on sitting in the kitchen to write, but the laptop was long abandoned, and I spent most of the day in the bathroom.My arms dangled from the cool porcelain as I dry heaved, despising the feeling.There was no way I had anything left in my stomach, but it seemed never-ending.At the very least, I’d managed to make my way to the ensuite to spare Roman from hearing any of it. That would only make matters worse.Sighing once the toilet flushed and I sunk against the nearest wall, I tried to pull myself together.I wondered if it was something I had for dinner the night before. Normally, the chef was thorough and clean, and I never had problems with their cooking before this. I could only guess that the salmon that had been crusted with parmesan wasn't as fresh as they were told.Wiping at my mouth as the chills started to ebb away, I glanced at the vanity and wondered if Roman had bothered to get me any sanitary products.With a sigh, I crawled over and opene