[ANASTASIA]I can’t believe how heartless this man can be. How could I forget that Ivan always gets what he wants, no matter what?He doesn’t give a damn about anyone else.It’s clear from the way he not only woke me up in the middle of the night but also made sure to make me feel guilty for how he treated Nika.How can he be so merciless?I mutter angrily under my breath and stomped on the floor with forceful, determined steps. The moment I see that smug smirk on his face, I have the urge to throttle him with my bare hands.But instead, I swallow my anger and drag a chair from the dining table that is as far away from him as possible. I have no intention of being anywhere near him. I can’t even tolerate the scent of his cologne and the stench of those cigars he always reeks of.I sit down on the chair, keeping my gaze fixed on anything but Ivan. I can feel his eyes on me, his presence looming like a dark cloud. The anger within me simmers, threatening to boil over at any moment.I cl
(Flashback)It was the second day of their marriage, and although he should have been devoting himself to his newly-wedded wife—treasuring her, adoring her, losing himself in her allure—he was ensnared in a pressing matter that demanded his immediate attention.The two members of his crew had been brutally murdered, their decapitated bodies delivered in cardboard boxes as a part of their latest shipment.“I just had a word with the Morozov brothers. They don’t know anything about this.” Dimitri supplied stoically.Ivan pursed his lips then flicked his hand, asking his men to take away the bodies. He turned to head back to his office. “Isn’t this funny that they never know anything about anything? Last time when they sent the lesser orders, it was the exact response from their end.”“You think they are lying?”Ivan paused, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s your job to find that out, isn’t it?”“Right,” Dimitri mumbled, nodding. “I’m on it.”Once alone in his office, Ivan barely had a c
(Flashback)Ivan’s movements were so swift that Ana almost thought that maybe she was hallucinating.“Ivan…” A gasp slid off her lips when she felt his hand wrap around her throat. He squeezed, almost viciously, as his mouth bore down on hers. Her gasp was replaced with a groan as she felt her breast pop free of its confinement in her bra. The cups of her bra were still in place, but Ivan’s strong fingers had deftly plucked the material out of the way to expose her breasts.He had told her to be naked, but she had been shy and didn’t follow through with his demands. She thought she had angered him when he stalked toward her like a predator, but she soon realized that her rebelliousness had excited him even more.Her fingers curled around the headboard as his mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a hot, burning path in its wake.“Ivan, are you mad at me?” She all but whispered, panting even though they had barely started.He pulled himself away from her briefly, blowing hot breath acros
(Flashback)From a distance, Ivan observed as his sister introduced Ana to her circle of friends.The atmosphere was one of celebration—a reception party orchestrated to embrace Ana into the fold of the family. Although Ivan harbored an innate aversion to such gatherings, he understood the importance of this event for Ana. Moreover, the chance to showcase her as his wife was an intoxicating satisfaction he couldn’t resist.Truth be told, he felt an immense sense of pride to have her by his side.Just a year ago, if someone had posed the question of whether he would marry a woman whose father had inflicted substantial losses on his reputation and power—a man who, in his estimation, deserved the most brutal and ruthless demise—he might have reacted with disdain before dismissing it with a laugh.But life had its own way of surprising him. Ana had entered his world, turning his preconceived notions upside down. She was like a fresh breeze in the midst of his chaos, bringing with her a ne
(Flashback)“If you spit out another poison about her, I swear to God, Mom, I won’t ever step into this place again!” Ivan’s voice boomed, reverberating against the walls of the room.Ana stood just outside the room, her heart pounding as she strained to make out the words being exchanged within. Ivan’s voice, laced with anger, cut through the air like a sharp blade, and her curiosity combined with the right share of concern pushed her to listen closely.Her brows furrowed, confusion gnawing at her. What could be the reason for this heated clash between her husband and his mother? She had felt the tension building in the household lately, but the exact cause remained a mystery.The matriarch’s retort was more subdued, but laced with a venomous undercurrent. Ana strained to hear her response, but her words were lost in the shuffle of emotions echoing within the room.She glanced down the corridor, contemplating whether to intervene or not. She wanted to stand by Ivan, but she also unde
[IVAN]When a knock falls on the door of my home office, I’m almost taken aback to find Ana actually listening to me for once.I can’t help but wonder what’s behind this change. It shouldn’t have been so easy to convince her to meet me like I wanted.A nagging thought creeps into my mind, suggesting that she might have her own agenda in complying with my request.I can’t wait to find out.I lean back into my chair and prop my elbows on the armrests. It makes a squeaky sound, while my eyes remain fixed on the woman still standing at the door.“You called,” she says, her facial expression devoid of any emotions.Little does she know that no matter how much these past few years have changed her, deep down, she’s still the same Ana. I can tell when she’s trying to hide something or keep her emotions in check, and right now, she’s doing exactly that. It’s a game we’ve played many times before, a game that I’m very good at.I gesture towards the chair opposite mine. “Please, have a seat.”S
[ANASTASIA]The moment I reach my room I shut the door and press my back against it.My heart pounds inside my chest as if it’s ready to break out of it.I close my eyes and try to shake off the conversation I had with Ivan out of my head.But it proves to be an impossible task.Especially when I’ve done something that I’ve never done before.I hit him.I did.I look down at my hand, still feeling the sting from the impact.They are trembling…my whole body is.I can’t believe I let myself get so worked up.Ivan’s words had cut deep, and I let my anger get the best of me.But the worst part is, deep down, a small part of me enjoyed it.The rush of adrenaline, the feeling of power…But only for a few seconds before I am back to being myself.I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.This is not who I am. I am not a violent person. I’m not Ivan.My eyes are welling up for the reason I don’t understand.Or maybe I do. I can’t tell. Not right now.No. I have to be strong. I have to be
[IVAN]I can tell Tatiana is intrigued by me, and I can’t help but find it amusing.Even after Ana tried really hard to get our little girl to play outside and not bother me (she might as well have said I am the monster who eats kids for breakfast, lunch and dinner), my adorable daughter keeps coming back to me.Sometimes she hides behind the curtains, peeks at me through the windows, or even checks through the keyholes, as if I wouldn’t hear her laughter and giggles.Every time she’s around, I can sense her curious eyes on me, and she doesn’t seem like someone who gives up easily. My daughter, for sure.I don’t plan to give up on us either. By hook or crook, I’ll win Ana’s trust back, and then there will be nothing breaking us apart. I’ll have my woman and my kids, and I’ll do everything I can to make things right, even though I know Ana won’t make it any easier.But no matter how much she acts like she doesn’t care, has moved on, or could be better without me, I won’t take no for an