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The moment the plane landed in Moscow, I knew I didn’t belong here. The sky was gray, the air sharp with cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of Italy. Even inside the private car that awaited us, I could feel the chill seep into my bones. I pulled my coat tighter around me, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through my body—not just from the cold, but from the dread tightening my chest. I had never been to Russia before, and honestly, I had never wanted to. Yet, here I was, forced into an engagement I despised, traveling to a foreign place that felt nothing like home. Damian sat beside me in the car, silent as ever, his posture rigid and unreadable. He hadn’t spoken a word to me since we left Italy, and I wasn’t exactly eager to start a conversation. The tension between us had only grown in the days leading up to this trip. I hated how unaffected he seemed by everything. As if our upcoming marriage was nothing more than a business deal—and to him, maybe it was. The drive to t
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The argument started over something simple—floral arrangements for the wedding. Isabella had spent the morning with the wedding planner, selecting the perfect details. She had picked white roses—timeless, elegant, and a symbol of new beginnings in Italian tradition. It was one of the few decisions she felt she had control over. But the moment Damian walked into the room and saw the samples, he dismissed them with a single sentence. “Red roses,” he stated firmly, barely looking up from the documents in his hand. Isabella frowned, setting down her cup of coffee. “Excuse me?” Damian finally glanced at her, his expression unreadable as always. “White is for mourning in Russia,” he said flatly. “Unless you want our wedding to look like a funeral, change it.” Her grip tightened around the edge of the table. “And you decided this without even asking me?” “I didn’t think I needed to explain something so obvious.” Isabella let out a sharp breath, trying to suppress the irritation
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The hum of the car engine filled the silence as I stared out the window. The Italian countryside blurred past, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in frustration and exhaustion. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of wedding preparations, negotiations, and tense conversations with Damian. No matter what I said or did, he remained as cold and unreadable as ever. The only time I had seen anything other than indifference from him was when we argued—which was often. Now, we were on our way back to Italy, accompanied by a convoy of Damian’s men and a few of my father’s guards. It was meant to be a show of strength, proof that our families were united. But the truth was, I felt more like a prisoner than a bride-to-be. I glanced at Damian, who sat across from me in the sleek black SUV. He was focused on his phone, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable. Even in a setting like this, he carried himself with an air of control, as if he was untouchable. I hated
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The world outside the window blurred as we drove through the winding countryside roads, but I barely noticed. My mind was stuck in the aftermath of the attack. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head—the gunfire, the chaos, the way Damian had moved without hesitation to shield me. He hadn’t just been fighting for survival; he had been protecting me. That wasn’t the Damian I thought I knew. He was supposed to be cold, ruthless, and detached. A man who saw this marriage as nothing more than a business transaction. But the man I had seen in the middle of that fight had been different. He hadn’t hesitated to put himself in danger. He had risked himself for me. I clenched my hands in my lap, my fingers still stiff from gripping that gun so tightly. I wasn’t naive. I knew men like him didn’t do things without a reason. He wasn’t some noble protector. He was a Volkov, born and raised to be a killer. But then why had he looked at me the way he did after the fight? Why had there
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The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floors echoed through the long hallway. I hadn’t slept much since the attack, but it wasn’t fear that kept me awake. It was the realization that, for all my hatred of this arrangement, I was still here. And I was still alive—because of Damian. I found him in the study, standing near the window with his arms crossed, staring at the darkened skyline. His suit jacket was draped over a chair, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to his elbows. He looked just as untouchable as ever. I hovered near the doorway, reluctant to step inside. He didn’t turn around, but I knew he had noticed me. He always did. "Couldn’t sleep?" he asked, his voice even. I exhaled slowly and leaned against the frame. "No." Neither of us spoke for a long moment. The silence was heavy, but not as suffocating as it used to be. I shifted on my feet before finally saying, "I know we don’t like each other." Damian let out a short, humorless laug
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The Volkov estate was nothing like home. It was grand, yes—almost overwhelming in its size and elegance—but it lacked warmth. The walls were cold stone, the chandeliers cast an eerie glow, and the air always carried a silence that made me feel like an outsider. Every step I took, I felt eyes on me, watching, waiting. I had been here for weeks now, yet I still felt like a prisoner. The wedding preparations moved forward, but I was barely involved. The decisions were made by others—Damian, his men, his advisors. I was just a pawn being placed in position. I hated it. So I wandered the halls aimlessly, craving something to make this place feel less suffocating. That’s when I found it. A door slightly ajar at the end of a dim corridor. I hesitated. I had been told which rooms were off-limits, and I had a feeling this was one of them. But the temptation was too strong. With a quick glance over my shoulder, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was nothing like the
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The discovery of the photograph refused to leave my mind. No matter how much I told myself to let it go, the image of the woman—her soft smile, the way her eyes mirrored Damian’s—kept surfacing in my thoughts. I found myself watching him more closely. His every movement, his every sharp remark, the way his hands sometimes clenched into fists when he thought no one was looking. It was like piecing together a puzzle, one that he never wanted anyone to solve. And yet, I couldn’t stop. --- The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and smoke from the fireplaces burning in the Volkov estate. I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the vast property. Everything here was so different from Italy—so controlled, so suffocating. I had been lost in my thoughts when I heard the sound of footsteps outside my door. They were heavy but deliberate, as if the person wasn’t sure if they should knock or walk away. A second later, a soft knock followed. I hesitated be
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The dress was suffocating. A deep shade of wine red, it clung to my body like a second skin, cinched at the waist and cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was beautiful, I couldn’t deny that, but it wasn’t me. It felt like a costume, another piece of armor I was expected to wear to survive in this world Damian had dragged me into. I stared at my reflection, adjusting the thin straps on my shoulders. The diamonds around my neck were heavy, but not as heavy as the weight of tonight’s expectations. A knock sounded at the door before it swung open without warning. Damian. Of course, he didn’t believe in waiting for permission. His sharp gaze swept over me, unreadable as always, but something flickered behind his cold blue eyes. Approval? Maybe. Annoyance? Definitely. “Hurry up,” he said, stepping back. “We don’t have all night.” I took one last deep breath before following him out. --- The event was a grand display of wealth and power. The ballroom was packed with m
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I never trusted Petrov. From the moment he first appeared, warning me about things I barely understood, I knew there was more to him than he let on. But after everything I’d learned about Damian—about his past, his sister—I couldn’t shake the feeling that Petrov knew more than he was telling me. And now, he was offering me answers. At a price. I met him in a quiet café on the outskirts of the city, far from Damian’s territory. It was a risk meeting him alone, but if I had brought anyone with me, he might not have spoken at all. Petrov sat in the corner, a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He looked different from the last time I saw him—less composed, more worn down. The years of whatever war he had been fighting were starting to show. “Isabella Volkov,” he greeted, his lips twisting into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Or should I say, the woman foolish enough to love a Volkov?” I stiffened. “I never said I loved him.” Petrov chuckled. “No, you didn’t. But you’re
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The bruises on my wrists had started to fade, but the feeling of helplessness still clung to me like a second skin. I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring at the faint purple marks left by the ropes that had bound me. My kidnappers had underestimated me, but I knew the truth—I had been lucky. Lucky that I managed to free myself. Lucky that Damian had found me in time. Lucky that I was still breathing. But luck wouldn’t always be on my side. For days after my kidnapping, I felt the shift in how people looked at me. The whispers, the wary glances from the staff, even Nikolai’s careful tone when he spoke to me—it all pointed to one thing. I wasn’t just Isabella anymore. I was Isabella Volkov. I had no choice in the matter. The moment I was dragged into Damian’s world, my name became more than just a name—it became a target. And if I wanted to survive, I had to stop relying on luck. I had to learn how to fight back. I found Damian in his office, sitting behind his m
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I should have known something was wrong the moment I stepped out of the building. The meeting had ended without issue, and Damian had stayed behind to discuss last-minute business. I had insisted on waiting in the car, wanting to get some fresh air after being trapped in a room full of intimidating men. The street was quiet—too quiet. The driver stood near the car, checking his phone, while one of Damian’s men, Nikolai, leaned against the passenger door. I wasn’t alone. I should have been safe. And yet, the moment I walked past the alleyway beside the building, I felt it—an eerie prickle at the back of my neck. I turned my head slightly, catching movement in my peripheral vision. A dark figure lurking in the shadows. My stomach tightened. “Nikolai,” I started, but I never got to finish. Pain exploded at the back of my skull as something hard struck me. My vision blurred. My legs buckled beneath me, and I barely registered the strong arms catching me before I collapsed. I strugg
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I told myself it didn’t mean anything. It was a mistake—just a fleeting moment, a lapse in judgment. But every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the way his lips crushed against mine, the heat of his body pressing into me, the way the air had vanished between us as if the world had stopped turning. And yet, Damian was pretending it never happened. It started with an argument. Of course, it did. I had spent the entire day trying to shake off the memory of what happened in the car after the business meeting. Something had shifted between us, something neither of us had acknowledged, and I hated the way it made me feel—off-balance, uncertain. Damian, on the other hand, seemed determined to act as if nothing had changed. He had barely spoken to me since we got back. If anything, he had been avoiding me. And that irritated me more than it should have. So when I found him in his office that evening, pouring himself a drink, I didn’t hesitate. “You’ve been ignoring me,” I a
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The air between us had changed. It wasn’t warm, not by any means. Damian still carried that coldness, that sharp edge, like he was always prepared to strike first. But something was different. There was a quiet understanding now, an unspoken truce. I wasn’t sure when it had happened—maybe that night when I found him haunted by nightmares, or maybe when he let me stay instead of pushing me away. Whatever it was, it wasn’t just in my head. I could feel it in the way his gaze lingered a second longer than necessary, in the way he no longer snapped at me as quickly as before. But just because we had reached some kind of fragile peace didn’t mean he suddenly trusted me. So when he told me I was coming with him on a business trip, I knew it wasn’t out of kindness. “You’ll stay quiet and let me handle everything,” Damian said as we sat in the back of the sleek black car, heading toward the private airstrip. “I don’t need you making this more complicated than it already is.” I crossed m
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Damian hasn’t spoken to me in days. After our last fight, he shut down completely. He wasn’t just cold—he was absent. At first, I told myself that it didn’t matter. I had no reason to care. He had made it clear that his past was off-limits, and I had no right to pry. Maybe I should have listened. Maybe I should have just walked away. But I couldn’t. Not after what I had read in Nadia’s journal. Not after seeing the way Damian had looked at me when I confronted him about Petrov. There was something there—something deeper than the ruthless man he pretended to be. And whether he wanted me to or not, I had seen it. And now, I couldn’t unsee it. For the next few days, the mansion was eerily quiet. Damian kept his distance, and the staff, sensing the tension, barely spoke in his presence. At meals, he ignored me completely, eating in silence before disappearing into his office. I tried not to let it bother me, but it did. I hated that I had become so affected by him. That I care
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I wasn’t supposed to know. That was the one thought running through my mind as I sat in my room, staring at the leather-bound journal in my hands. Nadia Volkov. Damian’s sister. I shouldn’t have found it. I shouldn’t have taken it. And I definitely shouldn’t have read it. But I did. And now, I couldn’t ignore the words written on these pages—the desperate, aching words of a girl who had loved her brother more than anything but had feared the world they lived in. --- It had all started earlier that day when I went to the library. I wasn’t searching for anything specific. I just needed space—needed to clear my head after what happened with Petrov. The way he had spoken to me, the way Damian had reacted so violently to his presence… something about it wasn’t right. I didn’t trust Petrov, and clearly, neither did Damian. But why? I wasn’t stupid. I knew that Damian had a past—one filled with blood and power struggles, with secrets so dark that no one dared speak of them. And y
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For the past few days, something about Damian had changed. It wasn’t something obvious—his voice was still sharp, his posture rigid, his orders just as unyielding. But there were moments, brief flickers in time, where his mask seemed to slip. A hesitation before speaking, an unusual silence when I challenged him, a momentary softness in his eyes that disappeared as quickly as it came. I noticed it late at night, when the house was quiet. I had gotten used to the silence of the Volkov estate, the eerie stillness that settled over the halls after dark. But tonight, there was a shift in the air, something restless and uncertain. As I passed the study, I saw the faint glow of light seeping through the door. Damian was inside, sitting at his desk, staring at a glass of whiskey he had yet to drink. His face was unreadable, but there was something in the way he sat—shoulders tense, jaw clenched—that made me pause. I could have walked away. I should have. But something held me in place.
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The room was silent except for the crackling of the fireplace. The heat did nothing to warm the icy tension between us. Damian stood across from me, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. I should have walked away. I should have let it go. But something inside me refused to. “Say something,” I demanded. His jaw clenched. “Like what?” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. “Like the truth.” His sharp eyes darkened. “The truth? The truth is, you shouldn’t have pushed me this far, Isabella.” “I wouldn’t have to push if you weren’t always shutting me out!” I snapped. His fingers curled into fists. “You think I do it for fun?” “I think you do it because you’re afraid!” His entire body tensed. “Afraid?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low. “Yes.” I met his glare without flinching. “You act like you don’t care, like nothing can touch you, but I see through it. You push people away because you’re terrified of losing them.” His nostrils flared, but before h
