Morning came too soon.Odette hadn’t slept much.She spent most of the night staring at her suitcase, the weight of her decision pressing down on her like an invisible force.She had made up her mind.She was going to Russia.But knowing something and accepting it were two different things.Her chest felt heavy, her stomach twisted with uncertainty.Because once she stepped onto that plane, there was no going back.She exhaled sharply, rubbing at her temples.You’re doing this for yourself. Not for him.She needed to remember that.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.“Odette?” Amerie’s voice was hesitant.Odette swallowed hard before answering. “Come in.”Amerie stepped inside, her eyes immediately landing on the half-packed suitcase.She frowned. “So, this is really happening.”Odette sighed. “Yeah.”Amerie crossed her arms. “You’re actually going to Russia?”Odette nodded.Amerie studied her. “Are you sure this isn’t about Anton?”Odette clenched her fists. “It’s not.”
The plane was quiet.Most of the passengers were either asleep or mindlessly staring at the in-flight entertainment screens. The soft hum of the engine filled the cabin, blending with the occasional murmur of flight attendants moving up and down the aisle.Odette, however, wasn’t sleeping.She sat stiffly in her seat, staring out at the endless stretch of darkness beyond the window. The city lights of New York had disappeared hours ago, swallowed by clouds and distance.She was really doing this.She was flying to Russia.The weight of that realization pressed down on her chest.“You know, if you keep staring out there like that, you’re going to start looking like one of those brooding, mysterious heroines in a spy movie,” Annika teased from beside her.Odette tore her gaze away from the window, arching an eyebrow. “And you don’t think I already am?”Annika smirked. “Oh, I do. But you should at least enjoy the perks. Like free champagne.” She lifted her flute, winking. “Flying first c
Odette had never seen a city like this before.Moscow was cold, sharp, and beautiful in a way that felt almost surreal.The sleek glass buildings of the financial district clashed with centuries-old architecture, domed cathedrals, and sprawling city squares dusted in fresh snow. The streets were alive with movement—black cars sliding down icy roads, well-dressed men and women walking with purpose, the air thick with the scent of winter, leather, and power.This place was nothing like New York.And yet, it was Anton’s world.She pulled her coat tighter around her, trying to steady herself.Annika led the way through the private terminal, where a black SUV with tinted windows waited outside.“Who’s driving?” Odette asked as they approached.Annika smirked. “A friend.”The moment they stepped outside, a man emerged from the driver’s side. Tall, broad, and sharp-eyed, with a presence that radiated quiet authority.“Ladies,” he greeted in a deep Russian accent, nodding at Annika before tur
The air in the lounge was thick with tension.Odette stood across from Katya Morozov, her fingers clenched at her sides, her pulse a steady drumbeat in her ears. She had expected resistance. She had expected Katya to meet her with cold indifference or, worse, mockery.But what she hadn’t expected was silence.Katya leaned back in her chair, swirling the vodka in her glass, watching Odette with the lazy amusement of a cat playing with its prey.“Let’s get one thing straight,” Katya murmured. “You came here looking for answers, but I’m not in the business of giving handouts.”Odette lifted her chin. “I didn’t come here for a handout. I came for the truth.”Katya smirked. “And you think you deserve it?”Odette clenched her jaw. “I was dragged into this world against my will. I was used as bait, nearly sold, and I’ve lost more than you can imagine. So, yeah, I think I deserve at least some damn answers.”Annika let out a low whistle. “She’s got a point, Kat.”Katya’s gaze flicked to Annik
Odette sat across from Katya, her fingers curled around the stem of a crystal-cut glass, untouched vodka swirling inside. The quiet crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the dimly lit lounge, casting long shadows against the dark wooden walls.She had come here for answers. And now, she was finally getting them.But instead of relief, all she felt was a slow-burning rage.Logan.Her chest tightened at the thought of him—how easily he had slipped into their lives, how he had earned their trust, only to hand them over like pawns in a game he wasn’t even playing alone.She should have seen it.She should have known.Katya smirked, watching her over the rim of her glass. “You look like you want to kill someone.”Odette’s jaw tensed. “Maybe I do.”Katya tilted her head. “Good.”Annika, sitting beside Odette, sighed dramatically. “Jesus, Kat. Can we not encourage the murdery vibes?”Katya chuckled. “I’m just saying, if she’s going to be in this world, she needs to start thinking li
The fire crackled low in the dimly lit lounge, the scent of burning wood thick in the air. Odette sat motionless, her hands resting on her lap, her mind razor-sharp despite the exhaustion threatening to creep in. Across from her, Katya Morozov watched her carefully.The blonde woman had a way of making people feel small—like she could see through every layer, every lie, and every weakness. But Odette wasn’t interested in being understood.She was interested in winning.Katya swirled the vodka in her glass, smirking. “So, you want Logan.”Odette’s fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans. “Yes.”“And why is that?”Odette exhaled slowly, forcing herself to stay calm. “Because he betrayed Anton. Because he betrayed me. And because if we don’t stop him, he’ll keep feeding the Sokolovs information.”Katya arched her brow. “You think killing him will solve everything?”Odette’s jaw tightened. “It’s a start.”Annika let out a low whistle beside her. “I gotta say, I did not expect this sid
The trap was set. Now, all they had to do was wait for Logan to take the bait.Odette sat in front of the mirror in Katya’s penthouse, her fingers running through the soft waves of her hair. She barely recognized herself—not because of the way she looked, but because of the woman staring back at her.She wasn’t the same person who had walked into Anton’s world blind.She had seen betrayal, blood, and power plays.And she had survived them all.Now, it was time to do more than survive. It was time to win.The faint click of heels approached behind her. In the reflection, Katya appeared, draping a sleek, fur-lined coat over Odette’s shoulders.“You look like someone ready to break a man,” Katya mused, a smirk tugging at her lips.Odette exhaled, steadying her nerves. “That’s the goal, isn’t it?”Katya’s smirk widened. “Oh, I do love this version of you.”Annika strolled in, tossing a phone onto the vanity table. “It’s done. The leak’s out.”Odette picked up the phone and scanned the scr
Odette sat on the edge of Katya’s velvet couch, staring at the burner phone Logan had given her. The room was silent except for the faint hum of Moscow’s nightlife beyond the frosted windows.Katya leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching her with amused curiosity. Annika sat on the opposite couch, chewing on a licorice stick like this wasn’t one of the most dangerous moments of Odette’s life.“He actually believed you?” Annika asked, voice thick with disbelief.Odette exhaled, running her fingers over the smooth, black phone. “He wants to believe me.”Katya smirked. “That’s even better.”Annika’s brows furrowed. “What if he’s testing you? What if this is some kind of double trap?”Odette had thought about that.Logan was smart. He knew how to manipulate, how to play the long game. But so did she.If he wanted to test her? She’d pass.If he wanted her to prove herself? She’d give him a damn show.Odette met Annika’s gaze. “Then I’ll play along until I don’t need to anymore.”Kat
Anton had spent months proving himself.Months of waiting.Of constantly showing up.Of continually choosing her, over and over again.And Odette had spent those same months resisting.Not because she didn’t love him.But because loving him had never been the problem.Trusting him was and she is so scared of giving out her heart again. But trust—real trust—wasn’t won overnight.It was built, brick by brick, moment by moment.And Anton?Anton had laid the foundation, patiently and relentlessly.Until finally—Odette let herself believe it.Believe him.Believe everything he has been trying to prove. And for the first time since this all began—she let herself want him again, this time with no doubts. Really, truly, want him.Not as a ghost from her past.Not as a memory she tried to bury.But as a man who had fought for her.And won.A man whom she has given her heart to. The first time they went out in public together, the world noticed.Odette hadn’t wanted a spectacle, but she di
Odette had spent months convincing herself she could live without Anton.That she was better off without him.That she had moved on.But every time she saw him, every time he showed up and didn’t push, every time he just… waited—Her resolve cracked.And tonight, it finally broke.It had been a long day.Her body ached, exhaustion pressing against her limbs like a weight she couldn’t shake.She had spent the afternoon organizing the nursery—folding tiny clothes, arranging baby books, trying to ignore the growing sense of anticipation and fear inside her.She wasn’t ready.Not for motherhood.Not for Anton.Not for any of it.But time didn’t care if she was ready.Time kept moving, pulling her forward whether she liked it or not.And now, as she stepped out of the building, the cool night air brushing against her skin, she felt so unbearably lost.Then she saw him.Anton stood near the curb, his presence as steady as ever.He didn’t say anything.Didn’t move toward her.He just waited.
Odette was tired.Not physically—her body had adjusted to the pregnancy, the nausea had faded, and for the first time in weeks, she felt stable.No, this exhaustion ran deeper.It was the kind that weighed in her chest every time she saw him.Every time Anton appeared—silent, steady, unshaken—standing just close enough to remind her that he was still there.That he wasn’t leaving.Not this time.And she hated it.Hated that he made it so damn hard to push him away.Hated that he was doing everything right.And most of all—she hated that it was working.It started with small things.Little gestures that she didn’t notice at first.Or rather—refused to notice.Anton always kept his distance.But when she went to the grocery store, he was there—pretending to be occupied by something else.When she went to the doctor, he never followed her inside.But every time she stepped out of the clinic, she felt his presence.Like he was watching, waiting.Like he was protecting her.Like he was sti
Odette stared at Anton, her heart hammering violently in her chest.I’m leaving it all behind.The words still echoed in her mind, pressing against the walls of her carefully built defenses.He was saying everything she had once wanted to hear.Everything she had once prayed for.But now?Now, it felt like too little, too late.Anton watched her, waiting.Giving her space.Giving her a choice.Odette inhaled sharply, forcing herself to steady.And then—She turned away.Her voice was quiet but firm.“You can’t just say things like that and expect me to believe you.”A muscle in Anton’s jaw tightened. “I’m not expecting you to believe me.”She looked back at him, eyes narrowing. “Then what are you expecting?”He held her gaze. “To prove it to you.”Odette clenched her fists.She hated that he was calm.She hated that he knew she wouldn’t walk away—not yet.Because she had questions.Because she still wanted answers.Because—**despite everything—**she still wanted him.And that was what
Anton hadn’t spoken to Annika in weeks.Not because he didn’t trust her—but because he knew what she would say.He had been watching Odette.Keeping his distance.Waiting for the moment she would come to him.But she never did.And when Annika finally reached out, her voice was sharp with frustration.“You’re an idiot.”Anton pinched the bridge of his nose. “Annika—”“No. Listen to me,” she snapped. “I’ve kept my mouth shut long enough.”Anton exhaled slowly. “I don’t have time for this.”“You don’t have time?” Annika let out a bitter laugh. “You’ve had months. And you’re wasting all of them.”Anton didn’t respond.Because he already knew where this conversation was going.He could feel it.The shift.The weight of something inevitable.And then—Annika spoke the words that shattered him.“She’s pregnant.”Silence.The kind that suffocates.The kind that crushes.Anton’s grip tightened around the phone.His breath was slow. Controlled.But inside—inside, everything was collapsing.“Say
Odette had felt it the moment she stepped outside her apartment.The weight of eyes on her.A presence lingering just out of reach.At first, she had convinced herself it was paranoia. A trick of her mind.But as the days passed, it became harder to ignore.Anton was watching her.She felt it in the way certain shadows lingered longer than they should.In the subtle hum of something just beneath the surface.In the way her instincts—so finely tuned from months of survival—refused to let her dismiss it.And yet… he never approached her.Never confronted her.He just… watched.As if waiting for something.As if waiting for her.She first noticed it at the bookstore.A small, quiet shop tucked between a bakery and a florist. She had been running errands, determined to settle into her new normal.She was reaching for a book when a shift in the air made her glance toward the entrance.Anton stood outside, across the street.His hands were in his coat pockets, his sharp gaze unreadable.He
Odette’s breath caught in her throat.Anton stood across the café, his broad frame unmistakable even from a distance. He was mid-conversation with someone, but the second their eyes met, the world tilted.She knew this feeling.The sharp pull in her chest, the way the air seemed to thin around her, the sudden weight of everything unsaid pressing down on her shoulders.Anton’s expression was unreadable.But his storm-gray eyes—they saw her.Not just physically.He saw her.For a moment, neither of them moved.Odette’s fingers tightened around the strap of her purse. Every rational thought screamed at her to walk away.She could do it.She could turn around, push open the door, and pretend this never happened.But her legs wouldn’t move.Not yet.Anton’s posture shifted, his weight moving slightly forward.A hesitation.A decision.Then, before she could react, he started toward her.Odette’s pulse spiked.Her heart slammed against her ribs, and suddenly, she wasn’t ready.Not for this.
Odette ran her fingers along the edge of the ultrasound photo, tracing the faint outline of the tiny life growing inside her.It had been a week since the scare.A week since she heard the heartbeat.A week since she had finally stopped lying to herself.She was going to be a mother.And for the first time since she found out, she let herself feel it.It was terrifying.But it was also… undeniable.She wasn’t sure when the fear started turning into something else—something quieter, something warmer.But it had.And that was enough.At least for now.She pressed the ultrasound photo between the pages of her notebook, closing it carefully before pushing it aside.Amerie walked in just as she finished, holding two cups of coffee. “Alright, I caved and smuggled this in. If they catch us, we were framed.”Odette snorted, taking the cup with a grateful nod.Amerie settled into the chair beside her. “How are you feeling?”Odette exhaled, wrapping her fingers around the cup. “Better.”It wasn
Odette wasn’t sure when she started holding her breath.Maybe it was when the dizziness hit, sharp and sudden, making the walls of her hospital room blur.Maybe it was when she pressed a hand to her stomach, her heartbeat thundering beneath her palm.Or maybe it was when the pain started—not unbearable, but deep and sharp enough to make her panic.She sucked in a slow breath, forcing herself to stay still.This was nothing.It had to be nothing.She was fine.She repeated the thought over and over, but her body didn’t believe it.The pressure in her lower abdomen twisted, sending another dull ache through her.Odette clenched the sheets, her pulse hammering.No.Not this.Her fingers shook as she reached for her phone, nearly dropping it before managing to press Amerie’s contact.It barely rang before her best friend answered.“What’s wrong?”Odette tried to swallow the lump in her throat. “I—” She broke off, inhaling shakily. “I need you to come.”Amerie’s voice immediately sharpened