LOGIN[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] I wish I knew what’s happening, but I swear to God, I haven’t got a single clue. One minute I’m being smothered by the lust of my husband in a horny dream that wakes me all wet and bothered, and the next minute, the moment I come out of the shower, hoping the nightmare would finally le
[IVAN] I knock on Ana’s hotel room door for the third time in the last five hours and yet get no response. Since the moment we returned from school, Ana has been oddly quiet. And distant. She refuses to even look at me. When I tried to coax her into joining me for lunch before heading to our roo
The more we explore the school, the better I feel than I did last night. Ivan was right. I was worrying for nothing. I should have trusted him. Despite what happened in the past and the way he made me regret and question our marriage, he never showed any ill-will towards our kids. He loved them, and
[ANASTASIA] “Welcome to Moscow Imperial Boys’ School,” greeted the woman with blonde hair, dark green eyes, and heels that almost made her look as tall as my husband. She wore a midnight blue business suit, no tie, and a smile that looked just as professional as it could get. From the little badge







