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
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
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
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
I never thought the truth could be so cruel.Nadia wasn’t just dead—she was murdered. Brutally.The weight of that knowledge sat heavy in my chest, pressing down like an unseen force. I had spent weeks trying to peel back the layers of Damian’s past, desperate to understand him, to see him. And now that I did, I wished I hadn’t.Because now, I could never unsee the pain that haunted his every move.Damian blamed himself for her death. That much was obvious. I saw it in the way his jaw clenched when her name was mentioned, in the way his usually sharp gaze clouded over with something deeper—something darker. I finally understood why he kept people at a distance, why he refused to let anyone close.Because the last time he did… it got her killed.I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn’t to blame. But how could I? I wasn’t there. I didn’t know the full story. And even if I did, would my words really matter?Damian didn’t need empty reassurances. He needed revenge.An
I sat in my room, my fingers curled into fists against my lap. How had it come to this? Just days ago, I had been learning the truth about Nadia, feeling like I was finally beginning to understand Damian. And now, I was the one under suspicion, trapped in the very home I had fought so hard to survive in. The weight of Nikolai’s words still clung to me. Someone wasn’t just betraying the Volkov family. Someone wanted to destroy me. But why? I had two choices. Run. Leave before I was swallowed whole by this world, before I became someone I no longer recognized. Or stay. Fight to clear my name and prove that I wasn’t the enemy. But before I could decide, the choice was made for me. The Ambush The first sign of trouble came with the sudden, piercing sound of gunfire. I shot up from my chair, my heart hammering in my chest. No. Not here. The Volkov estate was heavily guarded. Anyone foolish enough to attack would have to be desperate—or powerful. I rushed to the window and saw fig
I wasn’t sure why I was awake. The mansion was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old wooden floors as the wind rattled against the windows. Maybe it was paranoia—after everything that had happened recently, sleep had become a luxury I could barely afford. I decided to get some water, hoping it would help settle my nerves. As I walked past Damian’s room, a muffled sound made me stop in my tracks. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but then I heard it again—a strangled cry. I hesitated for only a second before pushing open his door. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Damian was thrashing on his bed, sweat glistening on his forehead. His face twisted in pain, his jaw clenched as if he was fighting something—something only he could see. “Damian,” I called out softly, stepping closer. He didn’t wake. His breathing was ragged, uneven. Then, I heard the words slip from his lips—her name. “Nadia…” I froze. It wasn’t the first time I
The invitation arrived in an elegant black envelope, sealed with a wax emblem I didn’t recognize. The moment it was placed in Damian’s hands, I could see his jaw tighten, his grip on the paper firm enough to crumple it slightly. “This is a trap,” he muttered, tossing the letter onto his desk like it was poison. I picked it up, scanning the words. The Moretti family had invited us to a formal gathering, claiming they wanted to discuss potential peace between our families. From what I had learned, the Morettis weren’t the kind to offer peace—they thrived in deception, using carefully woven words as weapons sharper than any knife. Still, something about this intrigued me. Peace was an illusion in this world, but information was power. “We should go,” I said, glancing at Damian. His dark eyes snapped to me, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face. “Absolutely not.” “Why not?” I pressed. “If they really wanted us dead, they wouldn’t invite us to a public event. They’d have alr
Five years had passed since that first time we’d visited the Carnaval. Time had flown by in a way that both amazed and overwhelmed me. Nathan was now a little boy, five years old and full of energy. His laughter was contagious, and every day with him felt like a new adventure. As a family, we had our ups and downs, but there was something about the way our little world had come together that made everything worth it. The idea of going to the Carnaval again was something Damian had suggested a few weeks ago. I had almost forgotten about the tradition we started with Nathan when he was a baby. Now, with him being five, I knew this would be a different experience. Nathan was old enough to appreciate the colors, the music, the rides, and, of course, the games. We were no longer a young couple trying to figure out parenthood. We were a family—stronger, closer, and so much more in tune with each other. I watched as Damian helped Nathan into his little outfit. It was cute and casual, perfe
The day had finally arrived. Isabella had been feeling the first signs of labor for a few hours, and the excitement—and nerves—were palpable. She had been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, she felt a whirlwind of emotions. Damian, however, was the one who seemed to be caught up in a storm of anxiety. His hands were shaking slightly as he paced the floor beside Isabella’s bed, watching her as she breathed through the contractions. Nadia, ever the supportive sister-in-law, stood nearby, doing her best to keep things calm. But even she couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight of Damian, who looked as though he was about to faint. His face was pale, and he kept running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Damian, take a breath," Nadia said, trying to hold back a giggle. "You’re going to pass out if you keep pacing like that." Damian gave her a nervous glance. "I don’t know how you’re so calm. This is—" He stopped himself, realizing how ridiculous he sounded
I’ve always heard about the strange cravings and unpredictable moods that come with pregnancy, but nothing really prepares you for experiencing it yourself. When I first found out I was pregnant, everything seemed so surreal—like it was happening to someone else. But then, as the days went on, the reality of it began to sink in, and with that came a whole new world of experiences. The first change I noticed was my cravings. And let me tell you, they were... unexpected, to say the least. At first, it was subtle. I’d crave a little extra chocolate here, a strange combination of pickles and ice cream there. But then, one evening, I found myself standing in front of the fridge, staring at a jar of mustard like it was the most precious thing in the world. I couldn’t explain it, but I had to have it. Damian was on the phone, talking business when I grabbed the jar, and when he saw me sitting on the kitchen counter, spooning mustard straight into my mouth, he nearly dropped his phone. “Isa
As Damian and I continued to bask in the warmth of the moment, I noticed a soft sound coming from the door. My heart skipped a beat before I realized who it was. Nadia. She had probably been watching the whole thing through the hidden camera, waiting for the perfect moment to join us. Her timing was impeccable, as always. I barely had time to process her arrival before the door creaked open and she stepped inside, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, well, well,” she said, leaning casually against the doorframe with a smirk on her face. “It seems someone’s getting a little too comfortable in their new role as ‘Daddy.’” Damian, still sitting on the edge of the bed, shot her a surprised look before a sheepish grin spread across his face. He looked between Nadia and me, clearly caught off guard. “Nadia, you were watching the whole thing?” Nadia raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, her playful expression never faltering. “I may have had a front-row seat to the most beautiful mo
It had been a week since Nadia, the maid, and I discovered the surprising news. A week since I saw the small, positive pregnancy test in my hand and realized that my life was about to change in ways I could never have anticipated. The excitement and fear still bubbled inside me every time I thought about it. But it wasn’t just me who was going to be affected by this news—it was Damian, too. And that’s why I wanted to do something special for him. Something that would surprise him, something that would be ours to share, even if it was just for a moment. I had an idea in my head ever since Nadia and I had looked at that little pink line. Damian had no idea yet, and I wanted to give him a surprise—an unforgettable moment when he would find out. Nadia, as usual, was all for it. She supported me in whatever I wanted to do. “This is for both of you,” she said when I told her my plan. “I’ll just set up a hidden camera in the bedroom, and then it’s all you. I think he’ll love it. You both w
It had been four weeks since our honeymoon in the Maldives, and something felt different. At first, I dismissed the strange feeling, brushing it off as just the weight of all the changes in my life. But the dizziness that came and went, the lack of energy, and the growing sense of exhaustion couldn’t be ignored. There were days when I simply didn’t want to do anything—days when getting out of bed felt like an impossible task. I wasn’t sick, not really. But I felt off. At first, I thought it was just the stress from adjusting to this new life with Damian. There was still so much to figure out—our relationship, the balance between work and life, everything. But as the days went by, I began to notice something else: my appetite had changed. I was eating more than usual, craving things I wouldn’t normally want. I could feel my body demanding food at strange hours. It wasn’t like me, at all. Nadia, my ever-watchful sister-in-law, seemed to notice too. One afternoon, as we sat together in
Honeymoon in the Maldives.I never thought I’d get here, standing in the Maldives with Damian, of all people, by my side. It had been a long road to this moment. The wedding was everything I had hoped for, but the thought of a honeymoon—a trip where we could finally relax, away from all the chaos of our lives—felt surreal.The first day was everything I had expected and more. The sun hung lazily in the sky, its golden rays reflecting off the crystal-clear waters that stretched as far as the eye could see. The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the warm breeze brushing against my skin—it all felt like a dream. Damian and I had been taken on a guided tour of the island. We swam in lagoons, explored lush green paths lined with flowers, and even fed tropical fish by the water. It was a perfect day. The kind of day I had always imagined, where nothing mattered except the beauty of the world around me and the person by my side.I could see the joy in Damian’s eyes as we exp
Wedding Day. The morning of the wedding was nothing like I had imagined. In all the hours I spent dreaming about this day, I had envisioned the excitement, the butterflies in my stomach, the overwhelming feeling of love. What I hadn’t expected, though, was the stillness. The calm before the storm. I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at myself. The woman staring back at me wasn’t the girl who had been forced into a marriage for power. She wasn’t the same person who had been manipulated by her parents or the woman who had walked into the Volkov family’s world, frightened and uncertain of her place. The woman in the mirror was someone entirely different. Stronger. More confident. Someone who had fought for what she wanted. Someone who was ready to step into her future with a man who had shown her love and respect in ways she never thought possible. I ran my fingers over the fabric of my wedding dress, the delicate lace soft against my fingertips. The dress had been chosen with D
It had been a whirlwind of emotions these past few months—wedding preparations, life changes, and the overwhelming shift in my heart as I had finally accepted the love Damian and I shared. But even amidst all the excitement, there was something unresolved. Something that had been lingering in the back of my mind for a long time now—my parents. I hadn’t spoken to them much since everything had unfolded. They had always kept their distance after the deal with the Volkov family had been struck. But now that my wedding was just around the corner, I felt like I needed to face them. Not as their obedient daughter, but as someone who had been wronged and yet, someone who had learned to forgive. I owed it to myself, to them, and to the life I had built with Damian. Damian understood. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy for me, but he promised he’d be there for me no matter what. The love I had for him had become something that felt unshakable, and I had learned to lean on him in ways I ne