All Chapters of Rediscovering Odette : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Odette hadn’t left the apartment in a week.Amerie had stopped forcing her to. At first, she’d tried—dragging her to the balcony for fresh air, suggesting a walk, even offering to take her out for drinks. But after Odette shot down every attempt, Amerie finally stopped pushing.Instead, she let Odette sit in her grief.And that was the problem.Odette didn’t know how to stop sitting in it.She had spent days cycling through emotions—grief, numbness, pain—but today? Today, something new had settled in her chest.Anger.And she wasn’t sure what to do with it.She sat curled up on the couch, a half-eaten slice of toast forgotten on the coffee table. Amerie sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her phone and occasionally glancing up at Odette like she was waiting for something.Odette sighed. “You can say it.”Amerie raised an eyebrow. “Say what?”“Whatever it is you’re thinking.”Amerie clicked her tongue. “I was just thinking about how ridiculous this is.”Odette frowned. “Ho

Odette had expected the purge to feel like a clean break.She thought getting rid of Anton’s things would flip a switch inside her, that she’d wake up the next morning feeling lighter.But instead, she woke up feeling empty.She stared at the ceiling, her body unwilling to move, her mind foggy from too little sleep and too many thoughts.Who was she without him?It was a dangerous question. One she didn’t want to answer.With a sigh, she sat up and pushed her hair out of her face.Time to start the day.Even if she didn’t know what that meant anymore.The kitchen smelled like coffee and burnt toast.Odette leaned against the doorway, watching as Amerie waved a kitchen towel over the smoking toaster.“I swear to God, this thing is broken,” Amerie muttered.Odette arched an eyebrow. “Or you just don’t know how to use it.”Amerie turned, waving the towel at her. “Wow. Look who finally emerged from the shadows.”Odette rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. She pulled out

Odette hadn’t slept.She had tossed and turned all night, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with the decision she had made.She was going to Russia.Not for Anton.Not for closure.But for herself.For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t just reacting.She was choosing.And it felt terrifying.She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was standing on the edge of a cliff.The decision sat heavy in her chest, solid and unmoving, but doubt clawed at the edges of her resolve.What if she was wrong?What if going to Russia wouldn’t give her the answers she needed?What if it just pulled her deeper into the very world she was trying to escape?She clenched her fists, pushing the thoughts away.It didn’t matter.She had to do this.She wasn’t running toward Anton. She was running toward the truth.And for once, she wasn’t going to let fear stop her.She squared her shoulders and left her room, heading toward the kitchen where Amerie was humming to herself, making coffee.Odette took a de

The plane was quiet.Most of the passengers were either asleep or mindlessly staring at the in-flight entertainment screens. The soft hum of the engine filled the cabin, blending with the occasional murmur of flight attendants moving up and down the aisle.Odette, however, wasn’t sleeping.She sat stiffly in her seat, staring out at the endless stretch of darkness beyond the window. The city lights of New York had disappeared hours ago, swallowed by clouds and distance.She was really doing this.She was flying to Russia.The weight of that realization pressed down on her chest.“You know, if you keep staring out there like that, you’re going to start looking like one of those brooding, mysterious heroines in a spy movie,” Annika teased from beside her.Odette tore her gaze away from the window, arching an eyebrow. “And you don’t think I already am?”Annika smirked. “Oh, I do. But you should at least enjoy the perks. Like free champagne.” She lifted her flute, winking. “Flying first c

The air in the lounge was thick with tension.Odette stood across from Katya Morozov, her fingers clenched at her sides, her pulse a steady drumbeat in her ears. She had expected resistance. She had expected Katya to meet her with cold indifference or, worse, mockery.But what she hadn’t expected was silence.Katya leaned back in her chair, swirling the vodka in her glass, watching Odette with the lazy amusement of a cat playing with its prey.“Let’s get one thing straight,” Katya murmured. “You came here looking for answers, but I’m not in the business of giving handouts.”Odette lifted her chin. “I didn’t come here for a handout. I came for the truth.”Katya smirked. “And you think you deserve it?”Odette clenched her jaw. “I was dragged into this world against my will. I was used as bait, nearly sold, and I’ve lost more than you can imagine. So, yeah, I think I deserve at least some damn answers.”Annika let out a low whistle. “She’s got a point, Kat.”Katya’s gaze flicked to Annik