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
Igor stares at me with a blank expression, his posture rigid and unyielding. “I’m just doing my job, ma’am.” Of course. What else was I expecting to hear? That was getting the kick out of making my life miserable? I shake my head. So typical of you, Ivan. So damn typical of you to ruin all the fun
[ANASTASIA] OK. I’ll be honest with you. Ivan losing his shit was fun to watch. The Ivan I knew during our happy married life didn’t care about my dressing, makeup, or anything related to my appearance. Of course, I wasn’t dirty or lazy by any means. I kept myself clean, took care of myself, and
[IVAN] “Ana, I won’t repeat myself. Go back inside and change,” I said for the third time, barely holding myself from taking matters into my own hands. An hour ago, I had asked Ana to get ready for dinner. It was our last day in Kazan, and I was hoping to spend some quality time with her. After s
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as the door opens wide, admitting a sliver of dim light into the room. I hold my breath, willing myself to remain perfectly still and undetected. I strain my ears for the familiar tap of footsteps that quickly follow towards the bed. I feel Ivan’s gaze







