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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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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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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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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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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 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 warm rays of the Italian sun caressed my skin as I walked through the gardens, the vibrant blooms swaying gently in the breeze. To anyone else, this might have been paradise—a private villa on the outskirts of Milan, sprawling gardens that seemed to stretch forever, and the undeniable luxury of a life untouched by struggle. But to me, it was a cage. A beautiful, gilded cage, but a cage nonetheless.I stopped near the edge of the fountain, the sound of trickling water mingling with the distant chirping of birds. It was peaceful here, but peace was something I had never truly felt. There was always the weight of expectations pressing down on me, a suffocating reminder that no matter how far I wandered in this vast estate, I could never escape the invisible chains that bound me to my family’s name.I reached down to touch a rose, its petals soft against my fingertips. Even flowers like these seemed freer than I was. They could bloom without anyone watching their every move, without s
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The dining room was breathtaking, as it always was during these gatherings. The chandelier hanging above the long, polished table sparkled like stars, casting its golden glow across plates of meticulously arranged food. Crystal glasses caught the light, reflecting it back like diamonds. It was a picture of elegance and wealth, but for me, it might as well have been a stage.I sat beside my father, just as I was supposed to, my back straight and my hands folded neatly in my lap. My dress was perfect, my makeup flawless, and my smile faint but polite—everything expected of the daughter of Giovanni Moretti. I was the picture of control, but inside, I felt completely out of place.Around the table sat some of the most powerful men in the Italian mafia, all engrossed in conversations about territory disputes, smuggling routes, and alliances. They spoke in low, serious tones, their words dripping with power and tension. Occasionally, they would glance my way, offering a polite nod or a half
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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
