ALESSIA’s POV.
The rush of blood in my ears made my mother's muffled sobs barely audible. My trembling hands gripped the contract she was moments from signing while my knuckles turned white against its sharp edges.
The turmoil inside me raged on while my voice emerged with unwavering firmness. “ I want to meet with Nikolai, before I make a decision. ”
Arturo reclined in his chair while his fingers drummed absentmindedly on the smooth mahogany desk surface. His gaze held a detached amusement viewing me as merely a pawn on his board. "Your time limit stands at twenty-four hours," he declared with a lazy drawl.
An abrupt breath escaped my lungs.
The bastard.
My mother’s hand shook next to me while she gripped her silk robe desperately trying to use it as a shield against the harsh reality before her. This was not what she deserved. She bore no responsibility for the situation yet found herself in the crossfire.
I forced a swallow, glared at my father before making my exit.
My journey to Nikolai’s estate dissolved into a vague memory while my thoughts spiraled around the maddening fact of my powerlessness. The situation lacks real control.
My father had definitively communicated the impossibility of any escape route. He would take my mother instead if I didn’t hand myself over.
The distant estate stretched before me as its imposing magnificence twisted my stomach into knots. My previous visit to this place hadn't prepared me for the new sensations it now elicited. My entry into enemy territory transformed into an impending surrender.
The gates opened before me as though my arrival was anticipated. His gaurds all cast suspicious looks at me but no one stopped me.
My feet ascended the prolonged staircase while my heartbeat settled into a perilously slow tempo. To maintain control over my emotions I had to suppress my anger until I secured the remaining leverage available to me.
Before my hand reached the door to knock it swung open.
“You.”I hissed.
Nikolai Volkov positioned himself against the doorway boundary while his typical aggravating grin remained fixed. “Did you not chase me from your office a few hours ago? He mused his emerald-green eyes gleaming with amusement. “And now you show up at my doorstep. Alessia have you reached desperation already? ”
My teeth pressed together in a tense lock.“Shut up, Nikolai.”
A peculiar laugh escaped his lips as he moved sideways, his hand motioning me to cross the threshold. “By all means, come in.“
I paid him no attention as I marched indoors where my heels produced sharp clicks on the immaculate marble surface.
I turned to face him, arms crossed. “ I know of my father's debt of three hundred million to you. ”
His smirk didn’t waver. The situation became more complicated and intensified instead of resolving. “Good.You should also know I demand full payment or a human collateral till full payment has been made.”
Disgust twisted my stomach into unnatural coils. "Your collateral is me," I said sharply. But with some changes. ”
“Changes? ”He mumbled.
“No heir” I spat out. “The original contract stated I would bear your child but this new agreement means I will not. My efforts will focus on repaying you through cash transactions. Each individual penny comprising the total amount. ”
A flicker of something—surprise? Amusement? A fleeting shadow crossed his face before he leaned back and rubbed his jaw. “Interesting. ”
“Have we reached an agreement or not? ” I snapped.
He examined me through an interminable painful moment before eventually giving a nod. “Fine. Let’s do it your way.”
Instead of feeling relief, I felt a pit form in my stomach.
Nikolai walked in the direction of the coffee table where he proceeded to lift the stack of papers. “Let’s make this official Mrs. Volkov. ”
My eyes skimmed over the contract while my hand reached for the pen. My hands remained stable while my mind filled with a turbulent mix of rage and helplessness. My hand moved to inscribe my signature at the document's end, thus binding me to him for now.
Nikolai took the pen next his movements slow deliberate. He signed with ease then leaned back against the couch.
My eyes delivered an intense and hostile stare toward him.“I still hate you.”
He smirked. “If I got a dollar everytime you made that clear I’d be a trillionaire by now. Coffee … wifey?”
I made a sharp turn on my heel before storming out without granting him the satisfaction of witnessing the depths of my hatred.
Many hours passed before I found myself seated in my bedroom with the contract laid out before me.
Sofia positioned herself opposite my seat while her brows knitted together in concentration as she turned each page. Her fingers threaded through her dark curls as she muttered, "I still can’t believe you actually did it."
A humorless laugh escaped my lips. “I did not have any choice. ”
She said nothing her eyes scanning the document.
She became rigid without warning.
Her grip on the papers became vise-like while her breathing halted mid-gasp.
“What? ” I asked my stomach clenching.
She didn’t answer. She turned several pages backward while her expression became more ominous.
“Sofia. I already had a day as bad as it can be, first lost my court case against that offspring of Lucifer, my company is in shambles, I signed a Darm contract binding me to satan’s junior till I can raise three hundred million dollars. I am sure I can handle anything.”
Her eyes met mine with inscrutable look that only made me more worried. “Alessia… you need to read this. ”
My brow furrowed as my hand extended toward the contract. My eyes scanned the intricate fine print which represented details I had previously been too enraged and shattered to notice.
The blood drained from my face.
“Wha-what is this?” I asked, my hands shaking due to the rage coursing through my veins.
Sofia swallowed hard. “The agreement you signed is more than a mere marriage contract.” She drew a trembling breath into her lungs. “You signed over Romanov Industries to Nikolai till all debts have been paid back.”
Alessia's POV.The atmosphere was thick with tension as I stepped outside into the night, letting the door swing shut behind me. My brain was in a whirl, so it felt like I couldn't breathe. But I knew where I was headed. Now that I was stepping out of there, there was no turning back.The deafening silence of the night was broken by the shaft of light from my headlights as I drove through the streets. I had no business being out driving at night—my heart was still sore from the betrayal. None of it mattered, though. Not when the details I had been searching for were under the same roof as the person who could be behind all this drama and secrets, and Nikolai Volkov, the genius of the drama and secrets.I walked up to the De Luca mansion—my childhood home—and it didn't sit well with me. Familiar and warped, like a warped dollhouse. I didn't see it fit to ring the bell. I had my old key.The door creaked as I pushed it open, the silence greeting me like a specter. I entered the darkened
Alessia's POV.The moment I swung my door open, the weight of the day descended upon my shoulders like a shattering sky. I let the door close behind me, leaning on it for an extra fraction of a moment. The silence in the room was suffocating, a echo of the chaos whirling inside my mind.I kicked my heels to the side and walked towards the bathroom, discarding the day like cast-off skin. The shower pounded me, steam curling upwards, but nothing could rinse away what clung to my mind. Not today. Not when the past would not remain still.I dried off and wrapped myself in a robe and headed straight to the living room. The warm light of the table lamp cast golden shadows on the mahogany desk, where I had laid out the evidence—photos, logs, call records, handwritten notes from the secret room, and that damned photo of Matteo. I didn't even know if that was his real name anymore.I took the photo of him once more—the one where he was out of focus in the back of a family reunion I never recal
Alessia's POV The room was chill—chillier than it had any business being, as if the air itself had been frozen in time. Dust shrouded everything in the secret room behind the bookshelf, but what made me uneasy wasn't the silence. It was the feeling that this room had been waiting for me. One overhead light came to life as I switched it on. My breath was caught in my throat. There were boxes—marked and unmarked. Folders stacked high as a mountain. I moved to a little side table cluttered with personal effects—her old watch, a notebook, and a crumpled photograph. My heart jumped. It was a picture of one of our family reunions, years before. But my eyes caught something out of the ordinary. In the background, partly concealed, stood a fuzzy figure. My fingers curled up. Matteo. My supposedly dead ex. In the backdrop of a family gathering I could not recall ever seeing him at. He had not been my man back them. So why had he come? I shivered. My phone quivered with indignation in m
Alessia's POVFour days. Four agonizing, painful days of waiting — pretending to be interested in boardroom meetings, grinning at sales charts, sipping coffee that I didn't even enjoy.Each second felt like a force bearing down upon my chest, and no amount of deep breaths could bring me air enough. Something in me was certain — certain that as soon as I received that call, life would be changed forever.And I was proven correct.I received the text as I headed out of work."We must speak. You have an e-mail. High priority."My fingers shook as I opened the email. There were a few attachments — video screenshots, documents, a travel history. I opened the first file and saw the footage load.Matteo.There he was. Standing in front of me. On security camera footage at the airport. Four years prior. Alive.He strolled through customs nonchalantly, merging with the rest of the passengers. My gut twisted as I observed. He was meant to have gotten on a flight — a flight that crashed. One the
Alessia's POV The glass doors of Romanov Industries slid open with a whisper, and I stepped inside as if I belonged. As if my mind wasn't unraveling thread by thread. The marble beneath my feet gleamed like it had no idea the world could fracture overnight, that a ghost from the past could slip into the present and stain it with questions. I clothed my armor nicely—power suit sharp, heels firm, face expressionless. But inside, I was disintegrating. The ascent in the elevator had been quiet, save for the soft thrum of machinery and the muffled boom of my heart within my ribcage. My reflection in the mirrored walls was sleek, poised. But I wasn't. Last night's revelations hadn't rattled me just—had uncovered cracks deep into the center of everything that I'd thought I'd known. Matteo. Elena. Nikolai. I arrived at the boardroom a few minutes early, catching the eye of the men already seated. A few nodded in polite greeting, some smiled warmly. Daniel smiled encouragingly from his po
Alessia's POV As I pushed my door wide, the silence wrapped itself around me like a cloak. No quiet in its peace. No safety in its stillness. Only… tension. The sort that makes your skin prickle and constricts your lungs. Sophia hung back behind me, alert eyes scanning all the dark hour could possibly bring, her footsteps tentative as if on glass. I dropped my keys onto the console table next to the door, the clatter too loud, too final. I did not speak a word. I just kicked my heels off and padded deeper into the apartment, scarcely noticing the way my legs moved me towards the sofa. I did not cry. Not yet. I could not. I felt that if I ever parted my lips, the shriek that escaped would never subside. "I'm not leaving you alone tonight," Sophia said, closing the door behind her. Her tone was gentle, but firm only Sophia could be — as if she was holding me together with her mere presence. "I'm fine," I fibbed, folding up my legs on the couch. My own voice was distant — like i