The war was reaching its final moments. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Screams of the wounded echoed through the battlefield, but I remained hidden, pressed against the cold stone pillar, my heart pounding in my chest. This was Damian’s plan. The enemy leader—Alexei Petrov—stood before him, arrogance still clinging to his features despite the bodies of his men littering the ground. Nadia was at Damian’s side, her gun pointed directly at Petrov’s heart. But I stayed in the shadows. I was meant to be his trump card. Petrov exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Volkov, we don't have to keep this going. You’ve already won. My men are dead. But I’m offering you something better than my life.” Damian didn’t lower his gun. “There’s nothing you have that I want.” “Oh, I think there is,” Petrov smirked. “You want your family safe? You want your empire secured? Let me walk away, and I’ll make sure no one ever comes after you again.” Nadia s
The battlefield stretched before us, a graveyard of the fallen. Smoke curled into the sky, thick and suffocating, carrying the acrid scent of gunpowder, blood, and burning metal. The air was heavy with the weight of victory, yet it did not feel like one.I stood beside Damian, my breath slow, measured, though each inhale burned. My injuries throbbed—a dull, persistent ache buried beneath exhaustion—but the pain was nothing compared to the hollow emptiness settling in my chest.It was over.We had won.And yet…Why did it feel like we had lost something far greater than just the battle?I glanced at Damian. He hadn’t spoken since the last shot was fired. His face was a mask of stone, his ice-blue eyes locked on the battlefield as if he were trying to memorize every fallen body, every bloodstain, every sign of destruction. His shoulders were stiff, his fists clenched at his sides.I knew him well enough now to see through the cracks in his armor. This wasn’t just anger.It was grief.Th
The battlefield was behind us, but its ghosts would never truly leave. The scent of blood still clung to the air, the weight of death pressing down on our shoulders. The echoes of gunfire had faded, but in my mind, I could still hear them—sharp, brutal reminders of the life we had chosen. Damian stood beside me, his grip on my hand firm. Neither of us spoke as we walked through the wreckage, stepping over shattered glass and fallen bodies. The war was over, but the world had not magically pieced itself back together. Victory did not mean peace. Not for people like us. I squeezed Damian’s hand, a silent reminder that he wasn’t alone. He glanced down at me, his cold blue eyes softening—just a little. He was exhausted. Not physically—no, Damian Volkov was built for war, trained to endure. But this was a different kind of exhaustion. One that settled deep into the bones, one that sleep could never truly erase. I understood it because I felt it, too. What Comes After War?
The Volkov estate stood before us, unchanged yet different. The grand halls, once filled with the echoes of strategy meetings and the weight of war, now carried a silence that felt heavier than the battles we had fought. Victory had come at a cost. Damian and I had won. The Volkov family had prevailed. But as I stepped into the estate, I realized something chilling—none of us knew how to live beyond war. The scent of old wood and faint cigar smoke lingered in the air as I walked through the halls. The last time I had been here, war had been on the horizon, looming like a storm we couldn’t escape. Now, the battle was over, yet I felt no relief. I glanced at Damian. His shoulders were stiff, his expression unreadable, but I knew better. I had seen him in war, in bloodshed, in moments of ruthless victory. And yet, this—coming home—seemed to unsettle him more than any battlefield ever had. “They’re waiting,” he murmured, his voice low. I nodded. The remaining members of the Vo
The taste of victory was bittersweet. Though the war was over, its ghosts still clung to us like a second skin. Damian had won, but the cost was heavy, and the man who stood beside me now was not the same man who had fought tooth and nail to bring our enemies to their knees. He was restless. Always watching, always waiting. I could see it in the way his shoulders never fully relaxed, in the way his fingers twitched toward his gun whenever someone entered a room too quickly. He didn't sleep much, and when he did, his nightmares were worse than before. The war had ended. But for Damian, the battle was far from over. The Weight of Paranoia I found him in his office, pacing like a caged animal. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing the scars that lined his forearms—some old, some fresh. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark as he read over reports from his men. “They're still out there,” he muttered under his breath. “Scattered, but not gone.” I leaned against the doorway, arms
The Volkov estate had never felt so alive. The grand hall, usually cold and filled with calculating eyes, was transformed into something unrecognizable—a place of celebration. Chandeliers cast a golden glow over the polished marble floors, the sound of laughter and conversation echoing through the space. It was a sight I never thought I’d see in this world, a moment of peace after years of bloodshed. It was almost as if the ghosts of the past were finally quieted, allowing a fleeting moment of tranquility to settle over the estate. But amid the extravagant display, my attention was solely on the man at the center of it all—Damian. He stood tall, dressed in a tailored black suit that exuded power, his presence commanding every eye in the room. The weight of the crown now fully rested on his shoulders, yet there was something different about him. He wasn’t just the ruthless leader the Volkov family had followed for years—he was something more. He was mine. The air was thick with the
The night air was crisp, the soft whispers of the wind barely making a sound against the distant hum of the estate. Damian and I stood there, close enough that I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, his presence enveloping me in a way that felt like everything was finally falling into place. The world outside, with all its chaos and threats, seemed so far away at this moment. All that mattered was the man standing before me—the man I had chosen, the man who had chosen me. There was no longer any room for denial, no more fights against the inevitable. Our love had become something undeniable, something neither of us could ignore any longer. I could feel his gaze on me, his eyes dark and intense, full of a mix of emotions I didn’t quite understand but welcomed with open arms. His fingers brushed against my cheek, his touch gentle but firm, as if he were grounding me, keeping me from floating away into the uncertainty that always seemed to lurk around us. "You’re quiet,"
I thought, for once, we had found peace. It felt like a distant memory now, that moment when Damian and I had finally allowed ourselves to stop fighting the inevitable, to just be with each other. It had taken everything to get to that point, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed like the world might finally let us be. We had faced so many battles—battles that had left scars, but had also brought us closer. I believed that with each challenge we overcame, we would grow stronger, untouchable, immune to the forces that wanted to tear us apart. But peace, it seemed, was never meant to last. It was a quiet evening when the storm began. Damian and I had just finished dinner, the sounds of our laughter still hanging in the air as we leaned back in our chairs, savoring the comfort of the moment. The night was calm, the stars above our heads twinkling like they always did. It felt like we had finally earned a moment of rest. The weight of our past seemed to lift just a little bit more, and
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