I furrow my brows. “Excuse me?”She walks toward me and in that moment, something takes over me. I stand upright and my hands are balled at my sides. I tell myself that I’m prepared to attack this woman if she does it to me first. She’s taller than me—much taller—and she’s wearing heels, which only emphasizes our height difference. Regardless of this, I won’t let myself be intimidated by her. She’s already called me a whore; she’s already crossed a line. She stops a few feet in front of me and narrows her eyes at me. They’re dark and lined with even darker eyeliner. Her skin is golden brown, and her dark hair is being held in place by a hair claw. “You must think you’re so special, don’t you?” she demands. “You strut around like you own the place and you don’t even realize how ridiculous you are!”This takes me aback because I have no idea what she’s talking about. “I don’t strut in any way and even if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business.” This makes her chuckle. “Of course
The two guards who pulled the drunk man off me are now standing on either side of me while we wait for the damned meeting to end. The drunk man is passed out at my feet. I think he’s been knocked on the head but I’m not certain. I wasn’t focused on paying attention on what was being done to him. I just wanted him to stay away from me. I’m not as deeply affected by all for his as I thought I’d be. Maybe I’m becoming desensitized to all this; there’s so much happening to me that I don’t care anymore. Perhaps it’ll all hit me much later when I’m back in my room alone but right now I’d be lying if I said that I wanted to break down or cry. I just want to get out of here. It’s a long while before Igor strides into the apartment, followed by more guards. The sight of him makes me openly roll my eyes. He walks with this swelled sense of self-importance that is disgusting. “Dismissed,” he barks. “All of you, fuck off.”I stand as well though I know he isn’t talking to me. He cuts me a lo
It's as silent as a grave in the car.I tell myself that all I need is not show despair in order to see this through. If I can just keep myself together, I can survive anything. I've come this far. Whatever job he has planned for me isn't going to be the thing that will break me.The one person who is particularly pleased about all of this is Leo. He can't wipe the smirk off his face and I wish it didn't get to me so much. What's his problem? He acts like I had a choice in all this. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. Whatever troubles my presence here is causing is Igor's fault, not mine. His office is right downtown, which surprises me. I'm now curious about what kind of legitimate business he runs. I'm not ignorant to our ways; it's the illegal businesses that made us wealthy, and this is the same for everyone I know. I'm only shocked because I thought the Makárovs were strictly into illegal and obscure businesses.It seems I was very wrong.The driver parks the car right in f
Being alone with Boris isn’t how I thought I’d spend my day but again, if this is to get back at Igor, then I’ll gladly do it. Since Boris is part-owner of the company, he has rights to make decisions. And because employees are also under his jurisdiction as well, he can give me whatever order he pleases. Including leaving with him. “Don’t worry about Igor,” he tells me as we settle into the car seat. “I’ll deal with him later.”“Who says I’m worried?” This makes him shake his head with an amused expression on his face. He gives his driver an order in Russian and we’re off. I don’t know where it is we’re going and don’t ask either. I don’t really care. However, I can’t deny that the idea to try to escape creeps into my mind. Yes, I know I made a promise to Igor, but since my brother is no longer in immediate danger and there’s already a war anyway, what’s the worst that can happen? Once I’m safely back home, he won’t be able to get to me. He’ll stop being a threat. I don’t have
Boris took care of everything for me and now, I'm ready to go to this gala with him.My hair is up and I'm wearing a light pink dress that is absolutely fabulous. He arranged all of this last minute, which means that I couldn't have the dress adjusted, but I have no complaints. In fact, I think I suspect that this had to have been pre-arranged, because there is no way he got everything together so quickly.Then again, what do I know?We're back in his car and his driver is taking us to the venue. He complimented my appearance back at the boutique and all I could do was thank him. He was kind enough to do this for me and if I have to be completely honest with myself, I'm glad to be out of that apartment for a whole day. Even though I still think Boris is obnoxious, I'm glad he's done this for me.I don't think I'll be able to tell him that, though. I don't know if I have it in me to be so humble. It doesn't take long for us to reach the venue of the gala—only about five minutes since
Beside me, Boris shifts.I don't take my eyes away from Igor's face. Time seems to be frozen in place. The only thing that isn't stagnant is my fury. How much can one take before reaching their breaking point? How does one know when they've reached their breaking point?Is this my breaking point?"You forget the bargain we struck," Igor says carefully. It sounds like he's trying to keep himself from shouting. "You offered me your obedience in exchange for your brother's life. Don't make the mistake of thinking that I can't get my hands on him again if I want to. I will do so and this time, you'll be the one to blame."There's a knot in my throat that I can't swallow down no matter how hard I try. I try not to glance at Boris as I step forward. Igor tries to grab my arm but I inch away from him before he can do so and walk ahead of him with my head held high even though I'm crumbling from the inside. I wait for him outside only for a moment. He doesn't take along. His driver appears b
Igor left at around three and I didn't see him again after that.He didn't look at me as he walked past. It was clear that he was just doing that to make a point, which just added to the feeling of triumph hovering over my head the whole day. Paula told me they'd leave at five and so I was determined to stay and work the whole day to make up for the hours I missed in the morning. Now that it's time for us to leave, I'm not quite sure what to do. Do I take a taxi home? Unfortunately, I don't have any money with me and I haven't used my phone since the auction. I never got it after I left with Igor, and he didn't get me a new one. All three of us walk out together. I learn that they're roommates and live together, and so they drive to work together. Once we go outside, I see the driver who dropped me off standing in front of the car with his arms folded. Of course, he'd arrange for me to be picked up. He probably had the whole building on alert in case I decided to leave. Paula and B
After six hours of having to sit across from him in his private jet and being forced to watch him take notes and give orders to the guards who came along with us, we finally arrived. This whole trip is starting to feel like a drag and I’m starting to realize that what he wants is to bore me to death. I haven’t even attended to him in the way that he expects me to and I’m already sick of him. Arriving at the hotel takes about thirty minutes. We’re sitting next to each other in the back of the car and he’s smoking with the windows down. I’m tired and hungry because I refused to eat anything on the plane, and I want nothing more than to sleep what has already been a terrible day. Only, I don’t think it’s going to be that easy. I still feel like he’s planning something. Once the driver parks the car in front of the hotel, we get out. He speaks to the woman behind the counter while I stay a safe distance away, holding my luggage. After checking in, we go up to our rooms. The security g
I watch the waves crash into the shore while the ocean breeze rustles my hair. I take a deep breath, drawing the salty air into my lungs and holding it in hopes that it’ll become a part of me. There’s nothing as therapeutic as this. The sun is deliciously warm today. Most days, it’s burning hot, but today, it’s just perfect. I’m lounging in the hammock in the porch of our beach house. I do this every morning as soon as I wake up because it helps me dispel my troubled thoughts. Whenever I think about all those traumatic events of the last couple of months, I feel like I’ll never truly move on from them, but when I come out here, my hope is renewed. Things will get better at some point. As long as I’m seeking help and am surrounded by my loved ones, I’ll be perfectly fine. I close my eyes, take another deep breath, and then reopen them when I hear someone approaching. I turn my head to look at the door and see Igor leaning against the door with a cup of tea in his hand. It’s for me
IgorGetting home is my only priority at the moment, and as soon as I step through the elevator, I feel relieved. The first person I see is Anastasia. She rushes toward me with tear stained cheeks. “Igor. For the love of God. Don’t do anything stupid.”“Where is she?” I demand. “Where’s Clara?”“You can’t kill Leo,” she says, following me all the way up the stairs. “Remember the promise your father made you make. You’re supposed to stick together no matter what. You’re supposed to forgive each other.”I ignore her and start opening doors while calling her name desperately. I have to see her. Fuck, I have to hold her. I have to make sure she’s okay before I go looking for that traitorous fucker. “Igor!” Anastasia exclaims, trying to get my attention. A door on the other end of the corridor opens, and she peers out. I race toward her, and when she sees me, she rushes toward me. I drop my bag and gather her in my arms. “Clara,” I say her name. Like a prayer. “My love.”She’s sobbing.
There were more endless hours of waiting. At this point, I've started losing hope. I've already cried and screamed, and now there's nothing left of me to pour out into the world.I’m missing Alex and Dimitri like crazy. I fear I’ll never see them again. I’m starting to actually acknowledge the fact that I’ve been beyond stupid for not having told anyone in the family about my suspicions. Yes, Boris knows, but has news of my disappearance gotten out yet?What’s even going on out there? What’s being said?It’s impossible to know what Leo made up. He could’ve said that he never saw me, and then I’d be screwed. I didn’t encounter anyone when I reached the penthouse; it was just him. I’m hungry and thirsty. My back is killing me, and the pain behind my eyes hasn’t subsided yet. I close my eyes for a few minutes each time, but I open them when I feel myself falling asleep. I don’t want to be caught off guard. I want to see whatever it is that he’ll do to me. The door opens, and I sit upr
IgorI grip my phone tightly in my fist. “What do you mean she’s gone? Gone where?”“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Ivan replies, flustered. “Ivan,” I say through my teeth. “You’re not making any sense here. You’re telling me that the driver dropped her off in the garage, and she went up. But nobody saw her in the apartment. And it’s like she’s vanished into thin air?”“Yes, that’s about it.”I sag against the couch, then decide that there’s no way I can sit when this is happening. I run my fingers through my hair, feeling more frustrated than ever. “Is it possible that she stepped out for a bit without telling anyone?”This is reminding me of when she first went missing all those years ago. I was so lost, and hopeful, too. I kept imagining her walking through the door, saying that she just went shopping or something. I had no idea that she’d already found out about everything and left me, feeling betrayed. This is reminding me of that day, that’s for sure, but this time,
To my immense surprise, a smile curves Leo’s lips instead of the opposite. He’s supposed to be terrified that I know his secret, but instead, he’s smiling at me. “Have you lost your mind?” he asks in the most unconvincing voice that I’ve ever heard in all my life. “Is that it?”“You won’t fool me,” I announce. “I know it’s you. You’re behind every single bad thing that’s happened to this family for some time now. You’re not a friend, Leo. You’re a foe. You’re an enemy. You’re the one who ordered someone to hit Igor’s car, and then, you shot Luke in hopes to clean your tracks. And then, when Igor survived the crash, you paid that shooter. And just when we were going to look into, he shows up dead in his apartment. How’s all of this supposed to be a coincidence?”There’s that smile again. Honestly, it scares me. I know what he’s capable of. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be afraid. “Those are some really filthy accusations, Clara. I’ve sacrificed a lot for this family. I’ve risked
I exit Boris’ building with my heart in my throat. The situation is getting out of control. If Leo truly is behind all of this, then I have my work cut out for me. I’m supposed to be working with him (and Ivan, of course) to find out who is behind all of this. Now, I’ll have to work against him. The five security guards are all around me, forming a half-moon shape. Technically, I’m protected from anyone who might want to attack me, but I don’t feel safe. How can I, when I’m living in the same house as the person who wants to destroy Igor? It’s him who’s behind all of this, and the faster I come to terms with this, the more sense everything makes. We’re just stepping outside when a car screeches to a halt in front of the building. Before I can even register what’s happening, they’re pushing me back, trying to shield me from what’s happening. They draw their weapons, and I realize that my head is spinning, and things are happening in slow motion right before my eyes. “Take her bac
“I wouldn’t recommend seeing him,” Ivan tells me. “He’s bad news, and we all know what his intentions with you are. He’ll probably ask you to marry him.”“He’d receive no for an answer,” I state firmly. “He says he might have some information for us. Wouldn’t it be wise to hear him out?”“‘Might’ isn’t a good enough word. He ‘might’ve have nothing valuable to tell us.”“But what if he does?” I ask. “I know he would never hurt me.”“You’re the Head now,” he says with a sigh. “You’re free to make whatever decision you please. For us, that’s sacred, and we don’t take it for granted. Not going is only my advice, but if you wish to go, you’re free to do so.”I sit back, and put my fork down. I think deeply of what he’s saying. Should I go? Would Boris be helpful? I think he will, so I say, “I think I’ll go.”“I’ll arrange a car and a group of security to accompany you, then,” he concedes. “In the meantime, I’m going to start looking into—”We hear the elevator, and soon enough, Leo joins u
I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, and with Luke’s voice echoing in my ears. This is the first time I’ve dreamt of him since that thing happened. I keep hearing the gunshot, too, and it echoes in my mind. I wipe my eyes, and then sit up. My mouth is parched, so I have to get some water. I don’t have any in the room. I should probably bring a bottle with me from the kitchen so that I don’t have to go downstairs again. I open the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake anyone up. Before I head downstairs, I check on the boys first. They’re just next door, so it’s easier for me to keep an eye on them. They’re both sleeping peacefully, so I close the door carefully and then creep downstairs. I step into the kitchen and open the fridge. After finding a glass, I pour water in it, and tip my head back as I down all of it. I immediately feel better; more refreshed and awake. The noise in my head is a lot less, and I feel I can sleep again if I tried. It’s only two in
The boys love Hubert. Then again, if I have to be completely honest, I don’t know who wouldn’t. He’s the most caring person in the world. I’ve told him that I don’t want the boys to know about Igor’s ‘death’ just yet. He isn’t dead, so to tell them something and then have to admit to them that it had all been a lie would be too much. They’re only five years old. This is a matter that would have even adults spiraling. Hubert doesn’t know the truth yet, though. I really feel bad. I can tell that he’s having a hard time coping, but he’s too much of a professional to ever let it show. After dinner, the boys were filled with restless energy, and they were curious about this new place that we would call home. Hubert showed them around, and told them everything he felt they needed to know about the place. It was just the four of us, along with the cook and the maid, both whom I hadn’t seen yet. That was last night. This morning, it’s honestly pretty much the same; the only difference is