As I near the lake, I make the decision to defy Dmitris' request and go my own way.
There is an abandoned warehouse not far away from here, with one of my father's emergency vehicles stored inside.
I will take the vehicle and drive to the little studio my father brought me without telling anyone, including my mother.
He said that if a time ever came when I will need to escape for my safety, the studio is the one safe haven I can rely on.
Inside, it will have everything I require to get me out of the country undetected.
I take a right turn that leads to a back road, which I cross before jogging through an open paddock to the warehouse.
Huffing and puffing, I open the door wide and stagger towards the vehicle, pulling the cover off to show a battered pickup truck.
I groan, "Seriously dad?" I huff as I struggle to pull the truck door open.
As I get inside the vehicle, I search through it, looking for the key and I find it hidden under the driver's seat.
It takes me a while to get the old girl humming, but as soon as the engine is warm, I slam on the gas and drive myself directly to the studio, making sure to check my rearview mirror every thirty seconds.
By the time I park the truck around the corner from my studio in a desolate reserve, the sun has set and the moon has taken her place, perched high in the sky with stars strewn around her.
Putting my father's worn-out boots on my aching feet, I rummage through the cargo bed, retrieving the petrol can from it along with a flare gun that my father had stashed in his hunting bag.
The carnal beating of my heart pounding against my chest entwines with the cool breeze circulating me; it drums out everything that surrounds me until I am left with the brutal stillness of emptiness.
As I pour the petrol over the truck, all I can think about is: my parents are dead. Everyone I loved at the villa, is dead, and I don't know why.
Who would do such a thing?
Either way, tonight the world burns.
I step away from the truck, aiming the flare gun at the trail of petrol I left, and I watch it ignite.
The heat from the consuming flames sweeps over me. It kisses my flesh with a searing sensation of wrath.
The odour of scorching paint pervades the air, burning my eyes and stinging my nostrils.
The heat of the raging inferno drives me to perspire. It glistens off my flesh, contaminating the gown my mother had got me for my birthday.
It feeds the fury within me as I let the flare gun slide through my fingers and hit the ground.
Clenching my trembling hands, I peer down at the filth that streaks my gown.
My mind drifts to Dmitri as I am still trying to figure out why he showed up all of a sudden.
As the crackling sound of the vehicle burning grows louder. My lips pull downward as tears streak my face.
I welcome the billows of black fog encasing me. I don't blink. Cough. And I certainly don't take a step back or shy away from the captivating flames.
I admire the destruction, the devastation that I've forged.
Wishing that my father could see me now.
It's beautiful. Therapeutic. And it's only the beginning.
This is the first step in my new life; alone, afraid and full of so many questions.
The smell of burning rubber becomes toxic, exploding glass sears through the air and the roof of the truck sags and then caves. I imagine the look on my parent's faces before they took their dying breath.
My heart turns black mirroring the night's sky as it blankets me.
I wipe the tears from my face with the heels of my hands, suck in a sharp breath, and I turn away from the truck that continues to crackle behind me.
As I reach the studio, I place the pad of my thumb on the scanner, the red light blinks green and immediately the locks on the door churn as they unlock, and the front door pushes open.
I step through the door, resetting the alarm and I make my way across the room, pulling open the closet doors, and I see a backpack hanging up with a note attached to it.
- Open me in case of an emergency -
I remove the bag, unzip it, and dig through it until I locate a black voice recorder.
Walking to the foot of the bed, I sit on the mattress, building up the courage to press the play button.
I sigh, taking the plunge as time is getting away with me.
"My beautiful Zeynep," The studio is filled with the sound of my father's voice.
"Daddy..." I cry out, staring at the black device that possesses my father's voice.
"If you are listening to this, it means that your mother and I are no longer alive; walking through life by your side." His voice shakes as he releases a gusty sigh. "I am sorry because we didn't get the opportunity to see you get married, have children, and live a happy life. All I know is that after returning home from Russia, my entire life has revolved around you and your mother. There are a lot of things that you don't know about your mother and myself, things that we tried to shield and protect you from. But it seems that our past has caught up to us and we were too late to tell you the truth."
I continue to gaze at the voice recorder, unable to blink for fear of missing something crucial he may be saying.
"Whatever it is that you might find as you walk through life on your own. I want you to know that your mother and I love you. The day you were born... I have never been so scared in my life, but as I delivered you, holding your little body in my arms, it became the best day of my life. You are everything I could have wanted in a daughter and so much more. Thank you moya prekransnaya doch' [my beautiful daughter], for giving my life purpose." His trembling voice causes an endless stream of tears to spill from my tear ducts.
"Inside the backpack, you will find everything you need to leave the country. Money, a new passport, and a new I.d. There is also a small list in the bag indicating which countries are safe for you to enter, and the addresses for the safe houses that you can move into. If there is one person that I trust to keep you safe, Zee. It is Dmitri, if he is alive, go to him and let him know that we are dead. I love you, be safe, stay alive and always be cautious. I am sorry that I failed you."
The recording ends.
The studio quickly becomes still with a silence that is deafening.
I have so many questions and the one person he wants me to seek solace from is the one man I refuse to give the time of day.
Dmitri Orlov belongs in my past, and that's exactly where I tend to keep him.
I tuck the recorder back into the backpack, and I walk into the bathroom, opening the vanity mirror.
A set of silver scissors and a box of hair dye demand my attention.
Not only will Dmitri be left in my past, but Zeynep Volkov will also have to be left behind, and to be quite frank, I'm not even upset about it.
Not in the slightest.
Removing my gown, I stand in front of the basin, looking at my reflection in the mirror with the pair of scissors in one hand and my hair in the other.
I take a deep breath and make my first cut right above my shoulders. Taking it all in as if I was cutting a bit of my mother out of my life.
The first cut was the most difficult.
I have her red hair and now I am going to dye it black.
I rub the dye into my hair, being cautious to apply vaseline across my forehead, over my ears and the back of my neck so it won't stain my fair skin.
After forty minutes or so, I jump into the shower, watching the dye swirl around my feet and into the drain until the water runs clear.
I lather a decent amount of conditioner into my scalp, trying to mask the potent smell of my freshly dyed hair.
Looking up, I let out a scream and drop the towel that had been loosely wrapped around my torso as I walked into the area where the bed is.
I still my thumping heart as my eyes narrow into thinly dead slits, "What the fuck are you doing here?" I snarl at Dmitri who is standing by the bed with a smirk on his face.
He approaches me cautiously, like a predator preparing to attack, and bends over to pick up my towel, which he then dangles in front of me while licking his lips.
"Didn't I just tell you, there is nowhere that you can go where I will never be able to find you, printsessa?" He growls with an underlay of desire coating his words.
The world is very good at inflicting pain on me.An agony that is so intense that there is nothing else.Darkness engulfs me, blinding me.I’m dying. I just know it.I’ve fought a good fight in my life, and everything I have been subjected to; forced to endure is nothing like this. Only death can feel like this.No matter how much I will myself to keep on fighting, there just isn’t anything left in me to keep going.I ache all over. Every muscle in my body has been robbed of its strength, and I can feel myself sinking deeper into the endless sea of darkness.Dmitris’ face flickers before me.His voice fills my ear canals, stroking my feverish flesh like velvet.Then I think of Leo, how he did right by me, and how my heart slowly began to open up and let him in. He loves me fiercely, and I know if I give up, he will have Wolf by his side.Wolf, looks like Amani. He has a gentle soul and the day Ivan brought him home, he has thrived beyond our wildest dreams. Proving himself to everyon
FORTY-EIGHT HOURS LATER: Lifting my hand with my heart hammering in my chest and butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach, I knock on Leos’ office door. I wait a few breaths before the door is pulled open by one of his men. As his gaze falls on me, he steps to the side to allow me to enter, and when Leo sees me, he rises to his feet from behind his desk, buttoning the front of his charcoal suit jacket. He clears his throat, “Leave us.” Without any hesitations or questionable expressions marring their features, all fifteen of his men exit the room in utter silence. “Bella, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” He smiles as he walks around his desk, cupping my face in his hands, and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head. Since we have been married, Leo has not made any attempt to pressure me into filling my duties as his wife or so much as tried to kiss me on the lips. He has been very patient with me, giving me all the space I need, as well as sleeping in the room
TWO MONTHS LATER:Three weeks have passed since I arrived in Sicily, accompanied by Leo, my husband. It has been four weeks since we exchanged our vows and became one. Fortunately, Leo had kept his promise and ensured that our wedding was a small and intimate affair, just as I had requested.The sole attendees of our union consisted exclusively of the distinguished members of the Elite Family's leadership. The only witnesses and approvers of our holy matrimony were the ones we deemed necessary; those of the inner circle that influenced a wider spectrum. As we sat across the table, I knew that our reputation was on the line. Our coming together was questioned.The rumours of a feud between Leo and myself had spread like wildfire, threatening to tarnish our image as a united front. But I was determined to set the record straight. With a confident smile, I spoke of our shared vision and unwavering commitment to success. As I looked over at Leo, I knew that we were more than just a co
As I continue to helplessly stare after Dmitris’ fading figure, I collapse to my knees-my right knee hitting the wet concrete ground first, then, my left. Pain disperses across the hard balls of my kneecaps, but the foreboding pain of heartbreak that continues to seep into the roots of my heart outweighs any other pain my body is slowly trying to register.He left me.In the rain.Crying.Heartbroken.Alone.I hate him!I fucking hate him with everything I have and I hope he crashes on his stupid bike that makes him look smoking hot!Covering my face with my hands, I burst into tears.I don’t hate him.I could never hate him.I love him so fucking much that I would die for him.I’d kill for him.Why does loving someone hurt so much?Is this what men mean when they say that love is the greatest weakness one can possess?It can be one’s downfall until there is no return.“Time will heal your broken heart, cara mia. But first, you need to push through the pain and accept Dmitris’ decisi
My heart feels like it is shattering into a million pieces for the last and final time as I intently gaze at Dmitri. The look of unwavering disbelief tainting his features makes my stomach churn. Gods, I feel sick. I’m so torn between doing what is right and disregarding everything just to be with the one person who makes my heart whole. Both Dmitri and Leo have one thing in common. They never let anyone get close enough to see the real them. No one aside from me anyway. I jolt the second he takes one step toward me, his eyes blazing with rage. “If he is forcing you to make this oath with him, decline it now, and we will get the hell out of here.” He whispers roughly as he turns his head to the side to mask his words from Leo. Sighing, I shake my head, trying to rein in my runaway heartbeat. “He isn't D. When he presented me with the proposal, at first, I laughed, then I became enraged, and finally, I realised where he was coming from. Marrying Leo ensures our safety. Marrying Leo
Leo slicks back his hair, still damp from the shower, and squares his shoulders as he locks eyes with Dmitri. The air in the dimly lit room is heavy with tension as the two men stand face to face, their eyes locked in a deadly stare-down. The atmosphere is charged with danger as they wait for the other to show weakness and submit to their dominance. I know for certain that Dmitri will not lower his gaze first, especially since he is slowly removing his jacket. I also know that Leo won't back down either, and I find that incredibly alluring. I underestimated him right from the start, but now I see the fire in his eyes and the power he holds. I won't be making that mistake ever again. “If this clown shoots Dmitri, the deal is off,” I state firmly, reminding them both that I am still present. “D, you can put your jacket back on, this isn’t a pissing contest.” Church keeps his gun raised, paying no attention to me as he clears his throat and moves closer to Dmitri. I step out