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
“Listen. I just got the word from my sources. Ivan and Ana are in danger. Madam Volkova has hired assassins to kill the both of them.” The coffee that felt bad enough now tasted like poison. Dimitri simply rolled his window down and threw the cup out, a frown on his face. “How much confident are y
“Mrs Volkova!” A male voice echoes in my head and I squint up at him. He’s not as tall as Ivan but has dark hair, similar to him. He looks young, probably in his thirties. His eyes are a stark contrast to his complexion with how light they are. He has a kind smile, a soothing voice, and a warming p
[ANASTASIA] My chest heaves, my stomach sinks, and my legs threaten to buckle under me as I watch Igor drive away with Ivan’s unconscious body inside the car. The door slams shut in front of me, and suddenly, I can’t breathe anymore. The walls seem to be closing in around me, squeezing the life ou
Igor leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, his breaths labored and heavy. “It’s okay. We can go to church together and pray about it later.” I can’t help but chuckle, although the humor is short-lived, when I remember something. I snap my head up at Igor, gasping. “Ivan!” Igor

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