Mag-log in[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 can’t breathe. His arm, snug just below my breasts, holds me so tightly from behind that I’ve forgotten how to inhale like a regular person since last night. It’s dawn now and I haven’t slept a wink. He might not have forced himself on me like I assumed he might but that doesn’t jus
[ANASTASIA] Of course, I won’t go. The choice seems as simple as it was logical. Under no circumstances was I about to walk into the lion’s den myself. I wasn’t crazy or suicidal. I valued my dignity as much as my life. So, of course, given the obvious choices, I head to my room instead. I mean, w
His response doesn’t come right away, so I busy my hands and brew a coffee for myself. It’s a cold night like any other in the past few days, and it doesn’t help that it’s only going to get colder according to the weather forecast. I move to the couch once the coffee is ready and put the mug on the
[ANASTASIA] For the next few days, I hardly bump into Ivan. Even if I do catch a glimpse of him, it’s only in passing. I try not to be bothered by it. I mean, why should I? I should be happy and content that he is minding his own business instead of making my life harder. I’m happy with my kids, a







