登入[ANASTASIA]Ever since I returned from the safe house, I knew I wasn’t about to sit still and look pretty.Not when Ivan was still fighting for his life.Not when the place we once called home no longer felt like home.Not without Ivan.I spent days after my return thinking about the same thing, ove
“Now?” I nod. “More than ever.”This new information gives way to a new expression on his face. Instead of looking super annoyed, he looks curious, suspicious—even careful, if that furrowed brow reveals anything.Good. He should be.Because the thing about moles? They’re not just rats in fancy coats
*One Week Later*[DIMITRI]“The shipments will be at the docks tonight, but you still haven’t decided who we’re sending?” Igor taunted, as he stood by the bar, holding an empty tumbler—something he’s been doing ever since he walked into my office—well, Ivan’s office, but that’s irrelevant. One would
After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy
[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimit
The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing l
[ANASTASIA] “What are you scowling about?” I ask Ivan Jr., once Tatiana exhausts herself completely and falls asleep on my lap. Junior, on the other hand, has been staring at the book in his hands, sitting on the couch across the bed. He looks up from the book, shaking his head. “Nothing.” “Are y
“What are you doing? What are you planning to do?” He sounds terrified. My back is turned to him, but I can tell he’s ready to piss his pants. “I’m going to help you retain a certain memory.” I pick up a huge pair of scissors. He sounds more frantic. “Look. I told you what I know. I swear on my ch
[IVAN] “But I already said everything I know,” the man cried, tears literally streaming down his face like the pathetic loser he was. Although he looks good with fear in his eyes this time. He now knows that he messed up with the wrong person. That this mistake he made this time would probably cost
She moved to the other painting next to the earlier one, not sure if to admire it or to question how someone’s taste in art could be so morbid. But then again, she probably knew that before we got married. She knew I liked dark things. I liked death and destruction and the pain that could only be fe







