Katherine’s Point Of View.I stirred awake to the feeling of the sun against my face, as I laid down on the cold, hard floor that I've gotten used to sleeping on over the past few days.A few days ago, I had woken up in this small room, chained to the wall, with a tiny window at the top most corner of the wall as my only source of light, and no memories of myself. I had no sense of identity and didn't even know how I ended up in this place.The day I woke up and found myself here, I had screamed my lungs out, desperately banging on the door, hoping that someone would hear me and come to my rescue. However, it was either there was nobody on the other side, or they were already used to people making such noises to let them out, because no one came to my rescue and I didn't know when I got tired and I slept off on the floor.This has become my daily routine for the past three days and today I decided to rest and gather the strength to continue my protest tomorrow. My back pressed agains
Katherine's POVI was initially dragged into the basement, some men who I assume are doctors because of the white coats they were wearing and the fact that they tooks one of my blood, solidified that guess. Later, I was locked up in this fancy white room that felt like luxury compared to the basement in which I was locked up in. There were clothes my size, and they had been feeding me unlike the first few days I spent in the basement.It's been a week since I woke up being held captive here and I'm already tired of sleeping, eating, staring out the window and sleeping once again. But instead of following the same pattern today, I had decided to pay attention to the guards outside, how many of them were on duty, what time they went off duty and so on.I've been watching the guards for some days now, and I have a vague idea of what time they switch positions and who takes over from the other person's shift, but my view is limited to my room only. I need to plan my escape and I don't wa
Kai's Point Of View.I watched her struggle, as the guards carried her back to the room. There was fire in her, I had to give her that. Most people in her position would’ve broken down by now, resigned to their fate, but not her. Katherine was different, and that made her dangerous.Lex stood beside me, his usual stoic expression intact, but I could sense his hesitation. He'd been dubious of my decision to put her upstairs ever since.“She’s becoming a problem, boss," he said, his voice low, careful. “If she escapes—”“She won’t, I cut him off, my tone sharp enough to make him flinch. “You’re underestimating me, Lex. Or worse, overestimating her.”Lex nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t convinced. But it doesn’t matter. I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself or my decisions to anyone. Not to him, not to anyone.“Double the guards outside her room,” I said curtly. “And install surveillance in her quarters. I want to know about every single thing she does, what time she wakes up, what sh
Katherine's Point of ViewThe tension in the room was crushing, except for the barely audible whinny of the surveillance cameras I'd noticed yesterday evening. Kai had, obviously, not been secretive in his aim to track my every action. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the heavy oak door that had been my cage for the past few days. My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of memories I didn’t have. How had I ended up in that warehouse? Who had left me there? And most importantly, why was he keeping me alive?The sharp click of the door unlocking jolted me. My heart almost leapt to my throat as the door swung open, and there he was, Kai.He didn't say a word at first, only standing there, his imposing frame filling the doorway as a silhouette. His dark eyes locked onto mine, unyielding and intense, while I forced myself not to flinch under his gaze.“Katherine,” He said, his voice smooth but cold. “Come with me.”I hesitated, and, instinctively, I did not want to b
Kai's Point Of View.I let out a puff of smoke, staring at the dying embers of the cigarette as they cast a faint glow in the dim light of my study. Lex stood at the doorway, stiff as a board, his hands clasped behind his back.“She's secured, boss,” He said finally, breaking the silence.I smiled, flicking out the cigarette between the crystal bowl on my desk. “Have a doctor examine her. If her amnesia is real, I need to know. If it's an act, we'll find out soon enough.”Lex dipped his head. “Understood.”I polished up my shirt cuffs and walked confidently into the majestic hallway and the thud of my footsteps reverberated. Outside, my car waited for me, sleek and polished, its presence as commanding as my reputation. Lex trailed behind, his ever-present shadow.“The car is ready, Boss,” he replied as I got into the driver's seat.I said nothing. My mind was already far away. A gun lay on the passenger seat beside me, its weight a comforting presence. Tonight's work called for finess
Kai's Point of View.The moment I stepped out of the sitting room, the echo of Katherine’s voice still lingered in my ears. “We’ll see.” Such defiance. Such fire. I had expected her to push back, maybe even try to negotiate her way out of this mess. However, the way she stood her ground, unbending, made me believe her to be more than just a piece on a chessboard.Not that I’d let her know that.“Lex," I called out, as I strolled down the hall, the sound of my voice sufficient to bring him out of the darkness. He suddenly stood beside me, face expressionless as usual.“Yes, boss?”“Make the arrangements,” I said curtly. “ The marriage should be made public but its ceremony details should be managed by us. No leaks.”Lex gave a short nod, his expression unreadable. “Do you trust her?”I stopped walking, turning to face him. “Trust isn’t part of this equation. She's a variable I can manipulate in some way.He paused for a nanosecond, but I saw it. “Understood,” he said, though his tone
Katherine's Point of ViewThe wedding day melted into the next morning, but the pressure of the ring on my finger was always there as a testament to the cage I'd cheerfully walked into. It winked playfully when I stumbled on it in front of the window of my room, my golden apartment.A prison.There was a barely audible tap at the door followed by Lex appearing in the doorway without even asking.“Mrs. Rossi," he observed, the voice firm, yet yet there vibrated a hint of a smile in his eye. “Kai wants to see you in the study.”Mrs. Rossi. The name felt wrong, artificial, something like a dress that doesn't quite drape adequately. I resisted the urge to reassert my correction and just nodded and slightly moved my back.“I’ll be down in a moment,” I replied.Lex raised an eyebrow, but made no comment, and slipped out leaving as quietly as he'd entered.I inhaled deeply and looked at my image in the glass. My apparel was faultless, however my gaze revealed the chaos inside. You can do thi
Katherine’s Point of View“Boldness can be dangerous in my world.”Boldness wasn’t just dangerous—it was essential. If I played this game timidly, I’d lose more than just my freedom.Closing the door of my room against it, I inhaled deeply. The level of tension was unbearable, but it couldn't be just anger or lack of trust. There was something else, something deeper and rawer that neither of us dared acknowledge.My eyes landed on the sleek black suitcase resting in the corner. It had been delivered earlier today—Kai’s gesture, of course. A wardrobe upgrade befitting Mrs. Rossi.His wife.The title gnawed at me. It was as hollow as the vows we’d exchanged, yet it carried weight. Clearly, I was Mrs. Rossi, sitting on the back of a criminal society leader with tentacles so strong it would grip the darkest heart of the underworld. I got to the suitcase and opened it, out it came. Majestic gowns, luxurious suits and classy heels rained to the floor in a river of riches. My fingers brushe
Katherine’s Point of ViewThe following morning started like any other. Mark arrived promptly to pick me up for school, his usual stoic demeanor firmly in place. I got into the car with my bag under control, but did not notice it.Logan's words from yesterday still buzzed in my head. You're in deeper than you think. And if you’re not careful, you’re going to drown.What did he mean by that? What was so insistently wrong with me getting within any range of Kai's attention? It was as though everyone around me was playing a game, and I was the only person with no rule book.“Miss Katherine?” Mark’s voice broke through my thoughts.“Hm?”“We’re here,” he said, gesturing to the school building.“Oh. Thanks,” I mumbled, stepping out of the car.By walking through the campus I felt the weight of things observed and described verbally. It was not quite as bad as the initial day, but it still lingered, a constant reminder that I did not belong.I managed to make it through my classes without a
Kai’s Point of ViewThe room was dimly lit by a candle, and the dull hum of the old fireplace echoed through the stillness as I sat in my armchair with my fingers crossed before me. Lex stood in the doorway, patiently waiting, as he always did.“She spoke to Logan again today,” Lex said, breaking the quiet.I made no outward reaction but the chill of fury raged beneath the surface. Logan Volkova has been pushing the limits for weeks and his determination was starting to thin.“How much do you know?” I asked, my voice calm but laced with steel.“He approached her during lunch,” Lex replied. “Their conversation didn’t seem casual. He’s planting seeds, trying to turn her against you.”Of course he was. Logan thrived on manipulation, and Katherine was his perfect target—new to this world, unsure of her place, and still searching for answers.“Do you think she believed him?”Lex hesitated, a rare show of uncertainty. “She seemed... conflicted. But she hasn’t acted against you.”Not yet. Bu
Katherine’s Point of View.The house was unnaturally quiet the next day, in a creepy and suffocating kind of way. Kai had missed breakfast without a word. His absence wasn’t unusual, but after last night’s conversation, I couldn’t shake the unease that lingered.I’d replayed his words over and over in my head. You’re in my world now. And in my world, trust can get you killed. He made it sound like I had a choice, like I’d willingly stepped into this chaos instead of being dragged into it.Yet by the time Mark picked me up to head to the campus, I'd pushed the images out of my mind. I didn't have to worry about Kai's vague prediction.Going to school was pretty mellow, but as soon as I stepped off the school bus, I could sense the air change in moods. Whispers followed me, just like they had the day before, but this time they felt more pointed, more deliberate.I caught snippets of conversations as I walked by.“...heard she’s involved with him...”“...Kai Rossi’s girl...”“...you don’
Kai’s Point of View. The journey home from the restaurant was quiet. Katherine sat beside me, her gaze fixed out the window, lost in thought. She hadn’t said much after we left, and while I appreciated the silence, I couldn’t ignore the tension radiating from her.Something had happened when I left to answer the phone call. I could see it in the way she carried herself—her posture slightly rigid, her expression more guarded than usual.“Something on your mind?” I asked, breaking the silence.She glanced at me briefly, her eyes unreadable. “No.”A blatant lie, but I didn’t push her. Not yet.When we returned to the mansion, however, the snow had begun falling, again, and covering the grounds in a soft light of white. Katherine left the car without waiting for me, the sound of her feet on the snow as she approached the front door.I went in after her, and watched her disappear up the main staircase, without even a look at my way. My jaw tightened. Whatever was bothering her, I’d find
Katherine’s Point of ViewThe hours went by in endless whispers of rumors and gossip. The gossip around Kai and me just hadn't gone away; in fact, it seemed to be growing louder and louder. By the time, it was reasonable to assume that everyone thought that I was either his girlfriend or mistress, at least half of the campus thought I was.When the final bell of the day rang, I rose, walking away from my hideout and towards the main gate. As usual the sleek, black car was already parked somewhere waiting for me. Mark leaned against it looking at the onlookers with his enigmatic eyes.“Ready?” he asked as I approached.“Yeah," I mumbled, climbing into the back seat.The drive home was quiet, save for the imperceptible sound of the engine. I would peer out from the window, and see the lights of the city fade one at a time down. It wasn’t until we took an unfamiliar turn that I realized we weren’t heading back to the mansion.“Where are we going?” I asked, glancing at Mark in the rearvi
Kai’s Point of View.Logan Volkova's name was a source of annoyance that had gone unseen for far too long. Listening to it again, in association with her, brought a chill to the blood colder than the Siberian snows. I walked away back to Lex, taking a breath and into the doorway to my office but satisfied with no answers.With a slam of the door, I inhaled a bracing breath, the sort of breath that contained both anger and frustrated cries that I held back. Control was everything in my world. As soon as you lost it they attacked your throat with the wolves.Logan. Of all people.I picked up my desk and grabbed a shot of vodka, and the stinging sensation pulled me back to reality as I leaned against the side. Lex followed, his face tight with tension. He also knew, as did I, that it was not a coincidence. Logan’s sudden appearance in Katherine’s life wasn’t random. It never was with him.“You knew this was coming, Kai,” Lex said, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, controlled with
Katherine’s Point Of View.The whispers were relentless. They filled every corner of the walls of the lecture hall, they invaded every corner and crevice in the room no matter how much I tried to zone it out.I reclined in the rear of the rows reading a blank page, supposedly writing notes. The pencil in my hand laid idly above the page, as I scribbled barely readable words that I couldn't even focus on . My eardrums itch from the pressure of their voices and I could feel their gazes, and my ears filled with the heat of their speculations.“Did you see her at the gala with him? Kai Rossi of all people.”“She doesn’t even look like someone he’d take seriously. Maybe she’s just his secretary or… something else.”“Whatever she is, she can't be trifling to him—and probably of great practical value too. There's no one who's been on the headlines for being so close to Kai Rossi for no reason .”I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore them. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard my name tossed a
Kai’s Point of ViewThe door to the east wing closed with a resounding finality, but my thoughts were anything but settled. I followed along the corridor and with every step its echo sounded like a bell of warning inside me.Katherine was too close. Too defiant. Too curious.Or she did not know the way she was dealing with the fire that she was messing with.I got to my office and slammed the door shut behind me, heavily leaning against it. My hands curled into fists at my sides, the tension coiled in my chest threatening to break free.Sofia. Her name was a wound I’d carried for years, one that never fully healed. Being confronted with Katherine and that folder, so near the truth, was like ripping the dressing off all over again.I moved to the desk, pouring a glass of whiskey with hands that were steadier than I felt. The amber liquid burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to dull the memories.Sofia's laughter rang in my ears, the timbre of the sound was so clear a
Katherine’s Point of ViewThe weight of Kai's pronouncements settled between us, each word followed by the sharp resonance of a warning that I could not prevent.“Once you know, there’s no going back.”I took a breath, steadying myself. “I’m already here, Kai. Whatever it is, I deserve to know.”He stood there for a second, stone face. However, as soon as he moved closer, his aura overtook the room, enveloping, but at the same time, a caring, magnetic feeling. He plucked the folder out of my hand and laid it on the table.“Fine,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “You wanted the truth? Let’s start with the basics.”Kai opened the folder, pulling out a photograph I hadn’t noticed before. It was the more contemporary of the lot, lifelike and realistic color. There, a girl, not over 10, was standing with someone, whose upper half was hidden. The girl's eyes glittered with luminescence, as did the man's figure, which then masked it.“This,” Kai said, tapping the photograph, “is Sofia.