Mag-log inAmber. We were finally back at the Vercetti mansion. The whole ride home had been hell. Zeden treated me like poison in his throat — every time I tried to speak, he turned his bandaged face away like my voice alone made him sick. Even after Rukov explained a hundred times that I wasn’t Marissa, he still demanded I ride in a separate car with one of the guards. My own husband couldn’t stand being in the same space as me.The moment we stepped inside, Zeden stopped in the grand foyer, head tilting like he was listening for ghosts. Rukov guided him carefully by the arm.I turned quickly to Cara. “Take Yulia and Zam upstairs to their rooms, please. Get them settled.”“Where’s my mother? And Misha?” Zeden asked, voice sharp as he twisted his head, trying to catch any sound.“Zeden…” I started, taking one careful step closer.He raised a hand, stopping me cold. “Boss, they don’t stay here anymore,” Rukov answered quietly.“Why?”“You didn’t want them here. You threw them out.”“Wha
Amber. A few minutes later I rushed back into the room with Doctor Petrov right on my heels. Zeden was worse now — screaming, hands clawing frantically at the blood-soaked bandage covering his eyes, trying to rip it off like it was burning him alive. Yulia’s cries had quieted to soft, hiccuping whimpers, but even that tiny sound seemed to cut straight through him, making his whole body jerk and twist in agony.“Oh my God, what’s wrong?” I cried out, voice cracking with panic. “Doctor — he was fine just a little while ago! Why is our baby’s crying making him scream like this?”“The noise…” Zeden’s voice broke, raw and desperate, barely human anymore.Doctor Petrov’s face hardened with worry. “You and the baby need to leave. Right now.”“No… I won’t,” I said stubbornly, stepping closer even though fear twisted in my gut. “He has to get used to his child’s cries. This is his daughter. He can’t keep reacting like this.”I should have listened.Instead, I moved toward the bed, still crad
Amber.There was a heavy silence between us while his fingers kept trailing slowly over my face.Mapping my cheekbones, my lips, the wet lashes beneath my eyes. I knew he couldn’t see anymore. The truth sat like lead in my chest. Still, I needed him to say it out loud.“Zeden… tell me, can you still see anything? Even a little light? Do you hurt anywhere else? Your head? Your chest? Anywhere?” I asked, repeating the same questions like a broken record, voice cracking. “Please, baby. Just talk to me.”“I said no,” he answered roughly, pulling his hand away from my face like it had burned him.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, leaning in closer and wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing my body to his. “I know it’s so much pain and you’re trying so hard to endure it all by yourself. You can cry it out, okay? You don’t have to be strong right now. Not with me. Let it out, Zeden. Scream, curse, whatever you need — I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”He stayed silent, face hardened
Amber. It had been three long, torturous hours. Almost morning now — the last time I’d glanced at the old wall clock, its hands crawling like they were mocking me. Rukov and the guard had taken Zeden into some back room that opened into a hidden hallway I wasn’t allowed to follow. I hadn’t seen the doctor. Hell, I hadn’t even seen a proper medical setup. This place looked ancient, like some forgotten estate from another century, all heavy wood and dim lighting that did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.Zameera had dozed off again, curled up in my lap, her small body straddling mine as I sat stiffly on the worn couch in the large sitting room. Every time she stirred, she’d mumble for her papa, and my heart would crack a little more.An older woman approached for the third time, her steps soft on the creaky floorboards. “Ma’am, can I get you anything? Water? Something to eat?”I shook my head, too drained to speak.“You haven’t touched anything since you arrived,” sh
Amber.My head throbbed like it was about to split open.Sharp, relentless pulses hammered behind my eyes, matching the chaos exploding in my chest.My hands shook so badly I could barely hold onto Zeden.I wasn’t even sure what to do, how to fix this, how to make the screaming stop, how to breathe through the terror clawing up my throat.Zeden was still screaming, guttural and broken, body twisting on the floor like something was tearing him apart from the inside.Then I felt it, warm, thick liquid soaking through my fingers as I cupped his face.I pulled my hands back, staring in horror.Blood.Dark, sticky blood poured from both of his eyes, streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor.“Oh my God, Zeden! No, no, no, baby, your eyes!” My voice cracked into a raw sob. “There’s blood, fuck, there’s so much blood! What’s happening?! Stay with me, please, don’t do this to me!”I tried to lift his heavy frame, pulling him desperately into my arms, but he was dead weight, writ
Amber.Silence wrapped around us like a heavy blanket, broken only by the ragged sound of our breathing.Zeden had rolled off me and now lay on his back, staring at the ceiling like it held answers he didn’t want.I could practically hear the storm in his head.The fear of going blind, of never seeing our faces again, of only being able to feel us from now on.“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly.“Nothing.”I snorted. “Liar.”I twisted onto my side, propping myself on one elbow to face him. “Are you thinking about the surgery? When is it scheduled?”“I haven’t fixed a date yet.”“Why not?”He exhaled slowly. “Because there were more important things to fix first. We weren’t even speaking, Amber. You wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk. I wasn’t about to plan something that big without you knowing.”“And what if I hadn’t still agreed to speak to you?” I rolled onto my back again, staring up at the same ceiling.A low, cocky chuckle left him. “I knew you would. The second I
Amber. “The day she was born she needed a blood transfusion,” he continued. “Marissa was too weak after the delivery. They tested us both. My blood didn’t match. The doctors scrambled, pulled from the hospital stock instead. I decided to wait until Marissa woke up. I made sure that her own family—h
Amber.I felt like a shameless filthy girl.A cock-starved bitch in perpetual heat.My pussy throbbed so hard it hurt.Dripping steadily down my inner thighs like I’d been edged for days instead of minutes.Every nerve screamed for dick, thick, brutal, punishing dick, and the fact that I was alr
Amber.It was harder getting used to this version of Zeden than I ever expected.I’d spent so long convincing myself he was a psychopath.A monster who fed on pain the way normal men fed on air.He broke women down methodically, taught them submission through bruises and commands, manipulated the
Amber.“Why are you suddenly interested in knowing that?” Zeden asked.He crossed his legs slowly, left ankle settling over his right knee, posture deceptively relaxed.The roughness in his tone betrayed him though.He hated this topic.I’d heard him shut his mother down hard once, forbidding her f







