로그인FREDERICO GREY VOLKOV“I can’t believe this is real.”The words left my mouth before I even realised I had spoken. I stood beside the bed, staring at Lilian as though she had become something too precious for my mind to comprehend. My eyes moved from her face to the slight rise of her stomach beneath the blanket, then back to her face again.A baby. My baby. Our baby.For years, I had trained myself not to want things I could never have. It was easier that way—easier to accept that certain parts of life simply did not belong to me.Love. A normal marriage. A woman touching me without fear. Children. A family.Those things had always existed somewhere beyond the walls I had built around myself.My illness had taken enough from me that eventually I stopped fighting it. I learned how to live with the limitations, the pain, the doctors, the medications and the endless warnings.I learned to keep women at a distance because I could not bear the thought of hurting someone simply because the
Liliana MillerI woke up before him.For a long time I didn’t move. I just sat there against the headboard, watching Grey sleep. The morning light was soft, slipping through the curtains in pale lines across the bed. He looked different like this—less controlled, less untouchable. One arm rested over the blanket, his breathing slow and even.My hand drifted to my stomach.The secret had been sitting inside me for days, growing heavier every time I swallowed the words back down. Last night had been warm. Quiet. Almost normal. And somehow that made it harder.Because now I knew what it felt like to be close to him without fear sitting between us, and I was about to change everything.I watched him for a few more minutes before I finally spoke.“Grey…”His eyes opened almost at once. He was always like that—never fully unguarded, even in sleep. He looked at me, still half-rested, waiting.I hesitated.My fingers twisted together in my lap. My heart was beating too fast for how quiet the
Frederico Grey VolkovThe press conference was held at exactly 9:00 a.m., in a rented hall less than ten minutes away from the Governor’s official residence. That detail was intentional. I wanted him close enough to hear the noise.Cameras lined the front. Reporters filled every seat. The Volkov Group logo stood clean and sharp behind me as I stepped up to the podium in a black suit, expression controlled.I did not raise my voice.“I am here this morning as the CEO of the Volkov Group,” I began, “to address a matter that goes beyond business. Over the past weeks, there has been a coordinated attempt to damage my company through fabricated financial pressure, illegal debt transfers, and the misuse of political influence.”The room went still.“Evidence in our possession shows that a sitting Governor used both public authority and underground networks to target my organization. Shell companies, coerced contracts, and indirect threats were employed in an attempt to seize leverage over a
Frederico Grey VolkovI stayed.I had meant to leave her and return to the study, but the way she looked at me after those words made it impossible. She was still emotional, still fragile in a way she tried to hide, and for once I didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with control or plans.She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, fingers loosely twisted together in her lap.I remained standing, watching her, waiting to see if she would pull away now that the intensity had passed.Instead, she looked up at me.“You’re still here,” she said softly.“I am.”She let out a small breath, almost like she hadn’t expected me to stay.I walked over and sat beside her.The mattress dipped under my weight, and she shifted slightly closer without thinking.“You didn’t have to say it,” she murmured after a moment.“I know.”“But you did.”I glanced at her.“Regretting that you asked?”She shook her head quickly.“No. I just… I didn’t think you would actually say it.”I rested my forearms on
Liliana MillerI stood in the bathroom of the company apartment, the small white stick trembling between my fingers.Two lines.Clear. Unmistakable.Pregnant.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. A mix of fear, disbelief, and something dangerously close to hope twisted inside my chest.I didn’t know how long I had been standing there, staring at it, when the doorbell suddenly rang.I flinched.Grey.Panic shot through me. I quickly shoved the pregnancy test into the bottom drawer, covered it with a towel, and washed my hands as if that could erase what I had just seen. I forced myself to breathe, fixed my expression, and walked to the door.When I opened it, it wasn’t Grey.It was Viktor.He stood there in his usual black suit, expression unreadable.“Miss Liliana,” he said politely. “I need you to come with me.”I frowned.“Come with you where?”“To the main house. Mr. Grey’s private residence. From today, that is where you will be staying.”I stared at him.“Wha
Fredrico Grey VolkovThe clock on the wall showed 11:47 p.m. when the last of my senior lawyers walked into the private conference room on the top floor of Volkov Tower.The room was cold, the lights deliberately dimmed. Three men and one woman sat across from me at the long black table. Thick folders, laptops, and a single tablet were already open in front of them. Viktor stood by the door, silent as always.I didn’t waste time with greetings.“Explain it to me again,” I said. “Simply.”The oldest lawyer, Mr. Langford, cleared his throat and pushed a document toward me.“The debt transfer is aggressive, Mr. Volkov. Extremely aggressive. They’re using a rarely enforced clause that claims residual financial responsibility. Because you were still listed as Alex’s legal and financial guardian at the exact moment the contract was signed, they argue the obligation can follow you even after the severance papers were filed.”I flipped through the pages slowly.“And if I refuse to pay?”“They
Liliana Miller: The hotel lobby was quiet when I stepped out of the elevator. The woman at the front desk smiled politely as I crossed the marble floor, and I found myself smiling back automatically, the way people do when they're running on habit instead of thought. The expression felt wrong on my
The phone wouldn’t stop ringing.It pierced through the thick fog of sleep like a distant alarm, pulling me reluctantly from the deepest, most dreamless rest I’d had in years. My body felt heavy, boneless, wrapped in warm sheets that smelled faintly of cedar, smoke, and something unmistakably mascu
Liliana Miller “Would you fuck me, Daddy?”The words left my lips like a reckless prayer. I stayed pressed against his chest, swaying, waiting for him to push me away or pull me closer.He stiffened. His large hands gently but firmly held my shoulders, creating just enough space between us. His vo
Liliana Miller The night air in coastal Italy was merciless. It sliced through my thin blouse like icy knives, but I barely felt it. My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me away from the luxury villa, away from the moans still echoing in my skull, away from the two people who had just carved out m







