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A Bride For A Truce Favorite holiday
Sera Preparations for Christmas were coming along nicely. Back home, Christmas used to be my favorite holiday—Back when mama was still alive, before Lorenzo left home. The soft snow in central park, the cinnamon in the air , the lights blinking from every building and window, the smell of mama baking cake and roasting chicken. But Christmas here was different and maybe even better. My first Christmas as a married woman, with the man I love. My husband.The Ivanov estate looked alive again, real trees stood at attention in the corners of every room, draped in white gold ornaments and subtle twinkling lights. Wreaths lined the staircase, adding more beauty to the home. Someone had placed a tray of spiced cookies by the hearth earlier and I was fairly certain i’d caught one of the guards sneaking a few when no one was watching. Even the outside had come alive. Trees along the driveway leading to the front door were decorated beautifully.I padded softly down the corridor My wound wa
A Bride For A Truce My eyes and ears
Sera. We made our way outside the estate a few hours later. The morning air was thin, brittle with cold, the kind that bit through fabric and lingered in your bones. I had bundled up in one of Adrik’s coats—oversized, thick, and worn like it belonged to another lifetime. Maybe it did. We walked in silence through the estate grounds, past frost-dusted hedges and naked trees, until the land dipped into a small, stone-walled grove. The crunch of our footsteps on the frozen earth was the only sound until we reached a narrow, iron gate. Adrik stopped there. “This way,” he said, voice low. He pushed the gate open, it opened with a groan, and I followed him down the narrow path flanked by snow-covered rose bushes. The grave was simple—Black marble monument, with a picture of a woman , and her name carved in Cyrillic dusted lightly with frost.She was a beautiful woman. A small iron lantern sat at the base, the candle inside long dead. He crouched beside it and brushed away the s
A Bride For A Truce Bozhe moy!
Sera The first thing I saw was frost, clinging to the window like a spider web. Pale light seeped into the room, cold and still.My eyes adjusted, dragging across the unfamiliar room. The air smelled of wood smoke and something herbal—lavender, maybe. The sheets beneath me were thick and smooth. Definitely not a hospital. And not home.Where was I? I shifted and sucked in a breath at the sharp pain in my side. It felt like I had been tossed into a meat grinder.Then I saw him.Adrik.He was slumped beside the bed in an armchair that was far too small for him, his large frame was curled awkwardly, chin tipped to his chest. His fingers were wrapped tightly around mine like he’d never let go. His other hand rested loosely on his lap. I could see that his knuckles were slightly bruised. Perhaps he punched something? Or someone. His jaw was unshaven and his eyes closed.I stared at him.Even in sleep, he was devastatingly handsome.”Adrik” I whispered, my throat was dry and frayed, like
A Bride For A Truce Open your eyes
AdrikThe jet wheels touched down with a soft groan against the frostbitten tarmac, a reminder that we were no longer flying above it all. We were landing right back in my past. Russia.Outside, Moscow's early winter greeted us with a gray sky and drifting snow. Through the fogged window, I could just make out the familiar sprawl of the airstrip cold as the memories waiting beyond it.I didn't wait for the plane to taxi. The moment the engines began to hum into rest, I unbuckled and rose, careful not to jostle Serafina as I gathered her in my arms.Her skin was still too pale, and her breathing was shallow. But she was alive. “Careful with the door,” I snapped at the flight attendant who immediately scrambled to comply. Sergei was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes bloodied from lack of sleep. He looked like he hadn't left the jet’s tracking radar since we took off. “Is she still–” “Unconscious,” I answered flatly. “She stirred mid-flight, said a few words then slipped
A Bride For A Truce Got you back
Sera (Mid-flight, slipping in and out of consciousness) It’s snowing. But not outside. Inside. The ceiling melts away and thousand snowflakes drift down—slow,soft and silent. I try to catch one,but my fingers won’t move. They’re numb. Or maybe i’m dreaming. My brows knit. Why won’t my hands move? The snow turns red and i hear a distant sound of piano playing. Or maybe it’s a lullaby. Wait, is that my mother’s voice? It sounds so low and broken. “Don’t leave,” someone whispers. It’s a man’s voice that sounds vaguely familiar. He sounded sad and distant, with fear and something else laced in his voice. Regret? Pain? I try to speak but my throat feels like it’s on fire. I reach towards the voice and darkness envelopes me again,sending warmth through me. I hear the subtle thrum of something beneath me…Engines? Something warm clasps my fingers. The pressure steadying me before I even open my eyes. I blink against the blinding lights that assault me the m
A Bride For A Truce Bastard Son
Adrik The first time I ever felt my heart being ripped in two was the night my mother was murdered, the second was the moment I saw my wife get shot. One moment she was standing beneath the makeshift stage talking to a little boy, the next she was crumpling. I ran to her,pushing through the stunned crowd ,shoving aside tables and everything else in my way. I dropped to my knees, cradling her like something sacred, pressing down on the wound with both hands, red spreading across the white silk blouse. There was blood, too much blood. I’ve survived warzones, betrayal, torture. But nothing—nothing prepared me for the sight of Serafina bleeding in my arms. “Sera.” My voice cracked “Sera please look at me. Don’t you dare die on me” She’s slipping fast, blood coating the side of her lips as it trailed out. I looked up, rage pumping through my veins, my eyes locked with Sergei’s “Make sure the kids get out safe, find me the damn shooter alive or in pieces!” Sergei drop
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