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Evelyn was still reeling. The sheer weight of the moment, the staggering sum of money Michael had just spent, left her breathless. The murmurs in the room had yet to die down, whispers slipping through the cracks of hushed astonishment.One billion dollars. Just like that.The auctioneer, though visibly shaken, regained his composure. Clearing his throat, he turned toward Michael with a professional smile.“Congratulations, Mr. volkov."Michael barely reacted. A flick of his fingers. A nod. As if this was routine.And then—He turned.Without hesitation, without fanfare, without even looking at the masterpiece he had just won—He gave it away.“To Mr. Michael Volkov.”A murmur swept through the hall, this one different. Sharper. A ripple of confusion, intrigue, and something else—something darker.Evelyn’s breath hitched.Michael Volkov.She knew that name. Everyone did.A shadow in the world of power and wealth, Volkov’s presence was synonymous with control—an empire built on whisper
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When they finally arrived back at the mansion, the heavy, oppressive silence that had clung to the car ride seemed to follow them inside. Evelyn felt as though she were walking through a fog, each step weighted with the horror of what had just transpired. Her body was still trembling, her thoughts scattered like fragments of broken glass. The images of masked gunmen, the cold, calculated way Michael had handled the situation—it all replayed in her mind like a never-ending loop.She barely registered the grandiose interior of the mansion as she was led upstairs. The towering walls, the gleaming marble floors, and the opulence of it all felt so distant, so detached from the raw fear coursing through her veins. The servants were swift and efficient, almost too quick in their haste to tend to her. They didn’t ask questions, just led her to her room and helped her into bed.Her heart still raced, her skin clammy with sweat, and the faint taste of metal lingered in her mouth. She had barely
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The next morning arrived with a strange stillness, the sun’s rays casting an almost artificial calm through the large windows of the mansion. Evelyn had barely slept, her mind still replaying every moment of the previous night, each detail becoming more vivid with the passing hours. She stared at the ceiling, her thoughts tangled and restless, wondering if things could ever return to normal.When the soft knock on her door came, it startled her. Without waiting for a response, one of the maids entered, offering a polite smile before announcing that breakfast was ready.Evelyn rubbed her eyes, feeling a knot of unease in her stomach. She had hoped that the silence from Michael would somehow bring clarity, but it hadn’t. Instead, she felt more confused, more conflicted than ever. She couldn’t erase the memory of his cold calmness during the chaos, nor the way he had looked at her last night—like she was both a prize to protect and a pawn to control.Reluctantly, she rose from the bed an
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"You can't remove that yet! Not unless your doctor says it’s okay to do so." Michael’s voice was firm as he stood beside Evelyn, watching her with a gaze that allowed no room for argument.Before she could reply, the door swung open, and a woman in a white coat stepped in. Her sharp eyes landed on them, catching the tail end of Michael’s words."Actually… it’s perfectly fine for her to remove it," the doctor interjected with a calm smile. "Sir."Evelyn lifted a brow, shooting Michael a knowing look. Her eyes practically shouted, See?Michael let out a slow, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if fighting an unseen battle. "Fine," he muttered. "But let the doctor do it." His voice was still firm, but he stepped back, allowing the doctor to proceed before he turned and exited the room.By the time everything was settled and Evelyn was ready to leave, she saw Michael speaking with the doctor, his tone low and controlled. When she shifted to stand on her own, he was there in an
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A distant howl broke through the silence of the night.Evelyn paused, her fingers tightening around the blanket draped over her lap. The sound echoed through the castle walls, low and mournful, stirring something deep inside her.Wolves.It shouldn’t have been surprising. The Reigns estate sat atop a forested hill, surrounded by sprawling wilderness. The occasional howl wasn’t uncommon. And yet… this was the first time she had truly heard one since she arrived.Her mind immediately flashed back to the snow-white wolf they had rescued.She had forgotten about it completely in the whirlwind of everything that had happened. The secrets. The lies. Michael locking her away like a prisoner. But now, hearing that call in the night, she couldn’t help but wonder.Where was the wolf now?It must still be healing, right?Michael had assigned a medical team to tend to it—an elite one, no doubt. They would have done their job well. The wolf had to be getting better by now. Right?A sudden urge gri
