Sofia.My eyes began to water. My mouth felt too dry and my throat felt parched but not from emotion. But because of who was sitting right in front of me. Being him. Fucking Arsen.There was one great thing about me that I took pride in. My ability to remember every single person that I meet's name. Be it days, months or years, I always remember. It was a talent at this point. For me to not forget this man from six years ago.The same idiot that tried to slyly swerve his way into my life.Clenching my jaw, I plastered a smile on my face as I faced him, grinning at me without a care taking sips of his latte. "What the fuck is this?" I almost growled. "Couldn't bother telling me that I actually know you?""Oh, do you, now?" He looked smug.I rolled my eyes and asked. Genuinely curious. Slightly vindictive. Overly caffeinated. "What's your endgame?" I felt my fingers twitch as looked at me like a curious puppy. "What do you mean?" His confusion made it even worse for me to keep my comp
SofiaThe coffee shop buzzed with faint chatter, the clinking of cups and soft murmurs weaving a comforting symphony around the chaos brewing in my chest. It was an ordinary day for everyone else. For me, it was the unraveling of truths that left my soul raw. Arsen’s words hung heavy in the air, a weight I wasn’t sure I could carry.He told me everything.Even the things I didn’t want to know.“You didn’t have a goddamn clue,” he said, his smirk sharp as a blade. “I controlled everything that had to do with you, Bella. I’ve had your back when you needed me most, and you thought I didn’t care, didn’t you?”I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off, again. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction, reveling in his power over the moment. “Funny? I highly disagree with that, Bella Mia.”“Would you stop cutting me off!” My voice rose sharply, loud enough to turn a few heads. Heat flared in my cheeks, both from frustration and embarrassment.His laughter faded, but the smugness in his e
Sofia.I sat cross-legged on the soft carpet of the living room, Lorelai nestled between my legs. She giggled as I gently tied her tiny curls into uneven pigtails, her sweet voice bubbling with excitement. Jade, my six-year-old, lay sprawled beside us, humming a cheerful tune as he filled his princess coloring book with a kaleidoscope of colors that only made sense to him.For a brief moment, I felt grounded. This was my peace—the warmth of my children, their laughter filling the room, and the world outside fading into irrelevance.“Mama, do you think my dragon princess can breathe fire and sing?” Jade asked, holding up his masterpiece.I chuckled. “Of course she can, baby. She’s your creation, so she can do anything.”“Just like you, Mama,” he said, grinning. My heart melted at the simplicity of his love.Before I could respond, the tranquility was shattered by the unmistakable sound of heavy boots against marble. The sharp thud of the front door slamming shut sent a jolt through me,
SofiaThe aroma of fresh herbs and garlic filled the kitchen, mingling with the buttery warmth of dough being kneaded and the gentle bubbling of tomato sauce simmering on the stove. Laughter and light conversation wove through the air, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of chopping, stirring, and the occasional clatter of utensils.Jade sat on a stool beside me, carefully plucking fresh basil leaves from their stems, his small hands moving with focused determination. He had been given the important task of preparing the herbs—a duty he took very seriously. Every now and then, he’d pause to sniff the leaves before placing them in a neat pile.“Mama, do you think Papa Niko will like a lot of basil or just a little?” he asked, his brow furrowing as if the fate of the entire meal depended on the answer.I glanced at Nikolai, who was rolling out dough at the other end of the counter, his large hands working the flour-dusted surface with practiced ease. Lorelai sat securely on his
SofiaThe low murmur of conversation faded as I followed Nadei, Nikolai, and Nial into the study. The warmth of the living room was left behind, replaced by the quiet weight of the dimly lit space. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows along the walls lined with bookshelves.The tension was tangible, wrapping around us like a second skin. The laughter and ease from dinner had settled into a cautious silence, and for a moment, none of us spoke.Nadei was the first to break it.“We need to talk about earlier.” His voice was as steady as ever, but there was something different this time—less command, more restraint.I crossed my arms, leaning against the edge of the desk. “Alright. Then talk.”Nikolai exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair before pacing to the window. “Sofia, we weren’t trying to control you,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “That was never the intention.”I arched a brow. “Then what was?”He hesitated, his gaze flicking towa
SofiaThe next morning had been a whirlwind of movement. Jade, ever the eager student, had rushed to get ready for school, rattling off facts about dinosaurs while I helped him with his shoes. “Mama, did you know T-Rex had a bite force of over 12,000 pounds?”“I did not,” I said, tightening the laces before giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Go impress your teacher with that one.”Jade beamed before running toward the door, where Nadei was waiting to drive him."Let's go, Papa!"Meanwhile, Lorelai had clung to my leg, her big blue eyes watching me with suspicion. Her words are coming out a little quieter, “Do you hab to go?”I smoothed back her dark curls, smiling. “I do, but guess what? You get to spend the day with Nonna and Nonno!”Her face scrunched in thought. “Zio Vale, tell me more funny stories?”I grinned. “If you ask him nicely.”She gasped. “I’ll make him tell all the stories.”With that, she finally let go, running toward the living room where my mother sat with my father
Sofia.Warm fingers traced lazy circles on my bare shoulder, pulling me from the delicate balance between sleep and wakefulness. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the warmth surrounding me, pressing my cheek against the firm chest beneath me."Kotyonok?" Nikolai's sleep-rough voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. The gruffness of his tone stirred Nadei and Nial awake. "Where do you think you're going off to so soon?"I hummed, stretching slightly, only for an arm to tighten around my waist, pulling me back. Nadei was behind me, his breath soft against the back of my neck, his arm possessively slung over my stomach. Nial was in front, his leg tangled with mine, his fingers skimming my thigh beneath the sheets.I was wrapped in them.Surrounded. Sheltered. It felt like a cocoon—like something I could sink into and never leave.“I should get up,” I whispered.Nadei made a soft sound of disapproval. &ld
Sofia.The air between us was thick with tension as Arsen walked away, his figure melting into the shadows of the dimly lit restaurant. I could feel all three of their eyes on me, waiting for some kind of explanation.I could feel Nikolai’s hand still resting on mine, his fingers slowly squeezing as though grounding himself, trying to stay calm. But I knew it was a struggle. I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words. “It’s not what you think.”Nial’s thumb stroked my wrist gently, his gaze soft yet insistent. “Then what is it, Love?”I took a steadying breath, trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart. “Arsen is... complicated. We’ve been through a lot together, but it’s not like that anymore.” My voice softened, remembering the time before. "He’s just—he's always been protective of me. I think that’s why he can’t let go."Nadei, ever the direct one,
Sofia.The car ride was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic drumming of my fingers against my thigh. My mind was a battlefield of thoughts, each one sharper than the last. I knew that they were pissed. The way they had pulled me out of that café like I was some damsel in distress made my skin itch. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t some fragile thing they needed to protect. Gosh, how many freaking times did they want me to spell that out for them!But I also wasn’t stupid.Someone had set this up. Someone wanted Arsen dead and I gone. And that meant one thing—there were more secrets lurking beneath the surface than I realized.Nikolai’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles turning white. “What the hell were you thinking?” he finally snapped, his voice controlled but laced with fury. ''You had security details for a reason. You should never leave the house without them. How fucking hard was that to understand?!''“I was thinking that I was going to meet him,
Sofia.I adjusted the coat around my shoulders, feeling the familiar knot of tension settle in my stomach as I stepped into the quiet café. This place was almost a regular place for me and Arsen. It was small, tucked away from the chaos of the busy streets, and dimly lit. It should’ve been comforting, but something about it felt off—like a weight hanging in the air that I couldn’t quite place.When I spotted Arsen, sitting in a booth near the back with a young boy beside him, I couldn’t help the sharp inhale that caught in my throat. The child—he looked so much like his father. Dark curls, big, curious brown eyes that seemed to take in everything around him, and a quiet kind of wariness that made my heart twist in ways I didn’t expect.“Belle Mia,” Arsen greeted, standing up as I approached. His voice was warm, though there was an edge to it. A tension I couldn’t ignore. I was never wrong about this ki
Nadei.The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed. The air was thick with the remnants of last night—passion still clinging to our skin, the scent of her still on my hands, my mouth. I was never going to get enough of her. Not in this lifetime, not in any.Sofia lay sprawled between us, her body relaxed, her breathing steady. She was a fucking masterpiece. Marked. Claimed. Her skin bore the evidence of our hands, our mouths, our need.But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.I propped myself on my elbow, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over her bare back. Her skin was warm, soft, and I watched as she stirred, blinking up at me with sleep-heavy eyes. Nikolai was curled around her from behind, his face buried in her hair, and Nial’s arm was draped possessively over her waist, his grip firm even in sleep.She was completely ours.I pressed my lips to her shoulder, fee
Sofia.The world outside ceased to exist the moment they laid me down. I was surrounded—by heat, by hands, by lips that mapped every inch of my body with a devotion so fierce it stole my breath. I could feel my pussy pulse with need. I could cry from how much I craved their cocks in me.Gods, it's been a while since they have fucked me.Nikolai was the first to move, his hands gripping my thighs as he settled between them, his hazel eyes dark with unspoken promises. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice like silk laced with fire. “Already so desperate for us. Spread your legs open for us, Kitten. Let us see that gorgeous pussy.”I was beyond desperate.Nadei hovered over me, his jade-green eyes locking onto mine as his fingers traced my collarbone, down between my breasts, down to my heat, teasing me, testing me. “You’re always so responsive, kotyonok,” he mused, his lips curving into something wicked
Sofia.The air between us was thick with tension as Arsen walked away, his figure melting into the shadows of the dimly lit restaurant. I could feel all three of their eyes on me, waiting for some kind of explanation.I could feel Nikolai’s hand still resting on mine, his fingers slowly squeezing as though grounding himself, trying to stay calm. But I knew it was a struggle. I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words. “It’s not what you think.”Nial’s thumb stroked my wrist gently, his gaze soft yet insistent. “Then what is it, Love?”I took a steadying breath, trying to calm the rapid beat of my heart. “Arsen is... complicated. We’ve been through a lot together, but it’s not like that anymore.” My voice softened, remembering the time before. "He’s just—he's always been protective of me. I think that’s why he can’t let go."Nadei, ever the direct one,
Sofia.Warm fingers traced lazy circles on my bare shoulder, pulling me from the delicate balance between sleep and wakefulness. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the warmth surrounding me, pressing my cheek against the firm chest beneath me."Kotyonok?" Nikolai's sleep-rough voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. The gruffness of his tone stirred Nadei and Nial awake. "Where do you think you're going off to so soon?"I hummed, stretching slightly, only for an arm to tighten around my waist, pulling me back. Nadei was behind me, his breath soft against the back of my neck, his arm possessively slung over my stomach. Nial was in front, his leg tangled with mine, his fingers skimming my thigh beneath the sheets.I was wrapped in them.Surrounded. Sheltered. It felt like a cocoon—like something I could sink into and never leave.“I should get up,” I whispered.Nadei made a soft sound of disapproval. &ld
SofiaThe next morning had been a whirlwind of movement. Jade, ever the eager student, had rushed to get ready for school, rattling off facts about dinosaurs while I helped him with his shoes. “Mama, did you know T-Rex had a bite force of over 12,000 pounds?”“I did not,” I said, tightening the laces before giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Go impress your teacher with that one.”Jade beamed before running toward the door, where Nadei was waiting to drive him."Let's go, Papa!"Meanwhile, Lorelai had clung to my leg, her big blue eyes watching me with suspicion. Her words are coming out a little quieter, “Do you hab to go?”I smoothed back her dark curls, smiling. “I do, but guess what? You get to spend the day with Nonna and Nonno!”Her face scrunched in thought. “Zio Vale, tell me more funny stories?”I grinned. “If you ask him nicely.”She gasped. “I’ll make him tell all the stories.”With that, she finally let go, running toward the living room where my mother sat with my father
SofiaThe low murmur of conversation faded as I followed Nadei, Nikolai, and Nial into the study. The warmth of the living room was left behind, replaced by the quiet weight of the dimly lit space. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows along the walls lined with bookshelves.The tension was tangible, wrapping around us like a second skin. The laughter and ease from dinner had settled into a cautious silence, and for a moment, none of us spoke.Nadei was the first to break it.“We need to talk about earlier.” His voice was as steady as ever, but there was something different this time—less command, more restraint.I crossed my arms, leaning against the edge of the desk. “Alright. Then talk.”Nikolai exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair before pacing to the window. “Sofia, we weren’t trying to control you,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “That was never the intention.”I arched a brow. “Then what was?”He hesitated, his gaze flicking towa
SofiaThe aroma of fresh herbs and garlic filled the kitchen, mingling with the buttery warmth of dough being kneaded and the gentle bubbling of tomato sauce simmering on the stove. Laughter and light conversation wove through the air, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic sounds of chopping, stirring, and the occasional clatter of utensils.Jade sat on a stool beside me, carefully plucking fresh basil leaves from their stems, his small hands moving with focused determination. He had been given the important task of preparing the herbs—a duty he took very seriously. Every now and then, he’d pause to sniff the leaves before placing them in a neat pile.“Mama, do you think Papa Niko will like a lot of basil or just a little?” he asked, his brow furrowing as if the fate of the entire meal depended on the answer.I glanced at Nikolai, who was rolling out dough at the other end of the counter, his large hands working the flour-dusted surface with practiced ease. Lorelai sat securely on his