ANASTASIA’S POVI squinted my eyes as the morning light filtered through the curtains. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I tried to get myself to stand up, but my body felt heavy. My mind replayed last night in endless loops—the fight, the accusations, the look in Nolan’s eyes when he threw those words at me.A sharp knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts.I sat up, wondering who that could be. “What?” I responded sharply .The door swung open, and Maria stepped inside hesitantly.“Good morning, ma’am. Breakfast is ready,” she said in a careful voice, as if she already knew the thick tension that hung in the air of this house.“Thank you, Maria. I’ll be down soon.” I said as I rubbed my temples.“Okay ma’am” She said as she nodded and left, closing the door behind her.With a sigh, I threw off the covers and made my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were slightly puffy from lack of sleep. I pressed my lips in a tight line as I turned on the tap and sp
NOLAN’S POVThe sounds of wrapping and loading shipments echoed through the warehouse as I stalked across the loading bay, my patience getting thinner by the second. My voice rang out, sharp and unforgiving."Get those crates secured properly, or I'll have your ass fired before you can blink!" I barked, watching as two workers scrambled to fix their mess. "If I see another damn shipment delayed because of incompetence, heads will roll."My workers knew better than to test me when I was in this mood. A mood that I have been stuck on for a week. It’s been a week since the gala. A week since the fight with Anastasia. It has been a week since Anna turned cold towards me.I was already pissed off, and the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps approaching me from behind didn’t help. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was."Someone’s in a bad mood, huh?" Dimitri said in an amused tone as he stepped up beside me with his hands in his pockets.I exhaled sharply, running a hand through m
NOLAN’S POV The fire alarms continued blaring through the house as the fire consumed everything in its way. Despite this, the pounding of my heart was the only thing I could hear. Anastasia was still locked in her room and the fire was growing rapidly at the side of her room. Not thinking twice, I ran towards her room as panic coursed through me. Her door was closed and there was no sign of movement from the other side. The thought of her still being unconscious while the house burned around us made me panic even more. "Anastasia!" I yelled as I banged on the door. There was no answer. "Anna, open the damn door!"Nothing.I cursed under my breath as I grabbed the handle of her door and twisted. It was locked as expected.Without hesitating, I stepped back and slammed my shoulder into the door once, twice, and on the third hit, it opened with a sharp crack. I ran inside the room, immediately searching for Anna through the thick smoke filled in the room.Anastasia was lying motionle
ANASTASIA’S POV I felt a dull and aching pain in my head as I opened my eyes to the bright room I was in. My throat felt dry and sore, making every breath I took feel like hell. I forcefully opened my eyes, but everything was blurry. The air smelled different. I could feel breeze coming in from the window to my right, making the sheer white curtains flutter. For a few seconds, I looked around the room. This wasn’t my room. Where was I?Then, it hit me.The fire.The memories of the fire, heat, and suffocating smoke replayed back in my mind. I remember Nolan’s voice calling my name and trying to wake me up. I felt another sharp pain course through my throat making me clutch, wincing in pain. My breathing felt irregular as if my lungs were the ones on fire last night.“Anastasia?”I turned my head slightly to where the voice came from. Nolan’s mother was standing at the door holding a tray with a bowl and a bottle of water in it. “Water”, I managed to say as I pointed at the tray i
NOLAN’S POV"Mr. Russo, do you have anyone in mind who would want to harm you and your wife in such a way?" The officer asked looking between me and Anastasia who was seated beside me."Don't bother yourself with that officer. I'll handle it." I curtly responded to him. Getting the police involved in this could make a mess of our businesses. I could see the police officer's face form a slight frown. "Mr. Russo, this is an ongoing investigation. If you have any suspicions—""There won’t be any need for that, officer. When we need your help, we’ll be sure to reach out," my father interjected smoothly in his usual strict tone.The officer glanced back at his partner, who nodded subtly. The officer closed his notepad and said, "Very well. If you or your wife remember anything that could help, do let us know."They both stood up from their seats, ready to take their leave. My father got up as well, "I suppose it's time for us to take our leave also."With that we all headed toward the doo
ANASTASIA’S POVI pulled back gently from Nolan’s embrace, but he still held me in his arms. I looked up at him to search his face and tried to read his expression. We locked eyes and I could see a different mix of emotions. My heart skipped a beat as his eyes darted down to my lips, and as if on impulse, I did the same too. I watched him with my anticipation building as his eyes darted from mine to my lips and he looked like he was fighting an inner battle. He swallowed hard as he drew closer to me. His lips hovered just above mine and without thinking, I closed the small distance between us and crashed my lips into his. Immediately our lips collided, it felt like a missing piece in me had been found. This wasn’t the first time we were kissing, but this time it was real. Nolan cupped my cheeks as he deepened the kiss, his lips slowly gliding against mine. My fingers curled into the fabric of his t-shirt wanting his warmth. Before I realized it, my back pressed against something
NOLAN’S POV Something tickled my face, pulling me out of my sleep. I scrunched my face in mild irritation, shifting away from what was disturbing me. But, the tickling didn’t stop, it continued brushing against my nose. My brows furrowed in confusion as I opened my eyes to see what was happening. As I rubbed my eyes open, I looked beside me to find a figure sleeping next to meThen it hit me.Anastasia and I shared a bed.Adjusting to the dim morning light coming into the room through the slit in the curtains. I turned my head slightly to get a good look at her. And there she was, curled up beside me, strands of her long hair sprawled across my chest.The events from last night replayed in my head, making a slow smirk creep onto my lips. It was the first time we had shared a bed, and it was perfect.I carefully reached out to brush a few strands of hair from her face. When my fingers made contact with her skin, she stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. Instead, she snuggled closer t
ANASTASIA’S POV I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel as I parked at the entrance of an electronic store owned by a family friend John. It’s the same place I’d always come to for my tech needs. I lost my phone in the fire with so many other things, and I needed to replace them as soon as possible.I stepped out of the car, adjusting my bag over my shoulder, and walked into the store. The moment I entered, a warm, familiar voice called out to me.“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite customer.”A smile tugged at my lips as I turned to find John, standing in the middle of the store with his signature kind expression. “Hey, John,” I greeted, making my way towards him.“For me to see you, you must’ve gotten yourself in trouble huh?” He said, chuckling.“Haha, very funny, John.” “What can I help you with Anna?” “I need a new phone. My last one got... burned.” I said as I looked around.I turned back to him to see his brows lifted in surprise. “Burned? That’s not something I he
IVAN’S POVI stood frozen at the reception desk with my fists clenched as the wheels squeaking down the hallway echoed in my head. The memories of Anna screaming and the heavy bleeding flashed in my head. Was she going to be okay? Was my baby going to make it? The thought of losing my baby made me furious.The doctor came back out not long after. He looked around and then asked, “Where’s her husband?”Nolan’s mom stepped forward quickly. “He’s not around. Is everything okay with Anna and the baby?”The doctor looked down at the chart in his hands and sighed. “She’s 32 weeks along, which means the baby isn’t fully developed. But, the real issue is that she’s experiencing a placental abruption, which means the placenta is separating from the uterine wall before delivery. That’s what caused the bleeding and the pain.”Nolan’s mother gasped, stunned into silence."Is that... dangerous?" Anna’s mother asked.“It can be. That’s why we have to perform an emergency C-section immediately. The
NOLAN’S POVI felt a dull throbbing pain in my head as I slowly gained consciousness. My throat was dry, and the metallic taste of blood sat stubbornly on my tongue.I turned my head slowly to look around the dimly lit room I was in. My wrists were tied behind my back, the rope biting into my skin. Dimitri was slumped unconscious beside me, dried blood staining his temple. Our men were tied up across the room, still unconscious. Where the hell were we?I sat up slowly, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered. We were closing in on the location of Raul’s sponsor. Months of intel had led to that warehouse. As we circled the perimeter, we got grenades thrown at us scattering our formation.And then toxic gas got thrown at us that turned everything black.Dimitri stirred beside me.“Dimitri,” I called.He sat up looking confused. "What the...?" He asked with a grunt as he pulled on the ropes.I kicked him in the shin.“Damn it, Nolan,” he said, flinching. “What the hell was
ANASTASIA’S POV“This drawer should be for onesies only,” I said, gesturing toward the top section of the white-painted dresser. “Socks and mittens go in the drawer beneath it. Bottles and bibs can go in the basket next to the changing station.”Nolan’s mother gave a hum of approval, folding a tiny yellow onesie with smiling ducks printed on it and tucking it neatly into place. “You've got an eye for this thing,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at me.“I’m nesting,” I replied with a laugh, rubbing my belly. “It’s apparently a thing.”“Mm-hmm. I remember this phase. With Nolan, I was scrubbing the kitchen tiles with a toothbrush.”“That explains a lot,” I teased, making her laugh.Across the room, Nolan was on his knees, trying to assemble the crib. He frowned at the instruction sheet, then looked at the half-assembled frame.“This thing has thirty screws and no soul,” he muttered.I smiled. “Do you want me to take over?”“I’d rather wrestle a bear,” he replied, not looking up. “I
NOLAN’S POV“I can take a walk down the fucking street by myself, Nolan!” Anna snapped, already halfway to the door, her hand pressed against the arch of her back.I followed, stopping just behind her. “I can't let you go alone. You know that.”She turned slightly, her eyes a familiar blend of fire and frustration that had made me fall for her in the first place. “Nolan, I’m pregnant, not disabled.”“You know what? Maybe when my mother gets back from the store with Ivan, she can follow you for the walk. How does that sound?” I asked. She turned fully, with one hand dramatically pointing to her belly. “Nolan, if you don't let me go for this walk, I swear, I will fall face-first to the floor right here in this house. Your choice.”I stared at her, my lips parted slightly. I folded my arms, trying to gauge whether she was just venting or genuinely serious. She sounded exhausted.“Okay,” I said finally, raising my hands in surrender. “Okay. You can go. Just... be careful.”She gave me a
INTERLUDE(ANASTASIA’S POV)Pregnancy was supposed to come with strange cravings, mood swings, and a lot of hormonal crying. What I didn’t expect was for Nolan to turn into a full-time caregiver. It has been thirty weeks of pampering that bordered on suffocating. Since the doctor announced that I was pregnant, Nolan has barely left my side.He rubbed my feet even when I insisted I didn’t need it. He read pregnancy books and argued with my mother about prenatal supplements as if he was a professional. At first, it was sweet. But now? It is borderline suffocating.Just yesterday, he said I was walking too fast because I walked to the couch. And what was his response? “You should pace yourself. That’s... eight whole steps.”On most days, I didn’t know whether to kiss him or strangle him.And if Nolan was the overwhelming doting partner, Dimitri had become the chaotic uncle that no one asked for but somehow couldn’t get rid of. He was always around. I suspected he’d unofficially moved i
NOLAN’S POV“Anna!” I heard Ivan call out behind me. I turned around to see what was going on. I watched Anna drop and Ivan caught her. The second Anna’s body went limp, my heart nearly stopped.I ran up to check on her.“I’ve got her,” Ivan said, holding her.“No. Give her to me,” I snapped, snatching her out of his arms and cradling her against my chest. “Get the fucking car running. Now!”Ivan ran out the door without another word.I looked down at her pale skin as I carried her out of the warehouse. “Stay with me, Princess. You’re gonna be okay.”She didn’t respond.“Dimitri,” I snapped as I ran out. “Meet us at the clinic. Now.”He nodded, already pulling out his phone.The second I got to the car, Ivan had the back door open. I climbed in with her still in my arms. She wasn’t moving. My fingers stroked her clammy cheek as I whispered her name over and over again. “Anna. Baby, come on, wake up.”She didn’t move.My mind spiraled. This must be the fever she claimed was gone.“Dam
ANASTASIA’S POVI zipped up my suitcase and leaned against it, pressing my palm against my forehead for the third time this morning. The fever I woke up with had dulled, but I was still feeling the fatigue in my bones.Nolan walked in with a towel slung over his shoulder, eyes dropping to where I sat at the edge of the bed zipping up my suitcase. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, coming to crouch in front of me, lifting his hand to check my forehead.I brushed him off gently. “I’m fine, really. The fever's gone.He frowned. “You sure?”“I’m sure, Nolan,” I said, giving him a small smile. “I swear the temperature’s gone.”He gave me a long, assessing look before standing. “Okay… but I’m keeping an eye on you.”He didn’t look convinced but didn’t argue. Instead, he crouched to grab the handle of my suitcase, zipped it up completely, and rolled it beside his. As I stood and adjusted the strap on my purse, he watched me quietly. I felt the weight of his gaze and glanced up.“What?” I ask
ANASTASIA’S POVI opened the door, still in mid-conversation with Ivan. My words halted on my tongue.Nolan was standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his phone in hand. His eyes locked on me the moment I stepped into the house.My breath caught in my throat.“You’re home,” I said, unable to mask the surprise in my voice.He slowly slipped his phone into his pocket and began walking toward me.Ivan stepped forward instinctively, brushing past me to bring my box into the house. Our shoulders touched and suddenly, I wasn’t in the foyer anymore, I was tangled in sheets, lips tingling from kisses that weren’t my husband’s. I blinked the memory away and focused on Nolan who was now standing in front of me.His face was unreadable. “I asked Maria where you were,” he said quietly. “She said you haven’t been home in a week.”I straightened. “I went out of town for work,” I said, clearing my throat.His eyes searched my face for something. “Why didn’t you tell me?”I scoffed, not even b
NOLAN’S POVThe operations were finally over. It was time to head home.We were stationed in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, waiting for the chopper to fuel up and take us home. Camila leaned against a steel pillar, her arms crossed, boots clicking softly as she shifted her weight. She looked too at ease for someone who had carried out dangerous operations back to back for one month.“Are you always this quiet or I broke you?” she asked, sizing me up with her eyes.“Just waiting to get the hell out of here,” I muttered, watching Dimitri scroll through messages on a secured tablet nearby. She smirked and pushed off the pillar, walking towards me.“Hmm, I guess you don't really have the stomach for it,” she said, moving closer. “If you asked me, I’d say otherwise. You’re a natural.”I glanced at her, unamused. “I don’t think that's a compliment I’d like to take.”She gave a dramatic sigh, brushing imaginary dust off my jacket. “You’re still thinking about Raul’s sp