ログインFor the first ten minutes of the drive, the only sound in the car was the hum of the engine and the tires rolling over wet asphalt.Adrian kept both hands on the wheel now. The iron lamps of the estate had fallen away behind us, and the road ahead was nothing but black trees and the white stripe of the headlights. I sat with my hands in my lap, turning the ring around and around my finger. It was so heavy that my whole hand felt borrowed.I lasted until the first turn onto the highway."You looked like you were at a funeral back there.""Leave it, Elara.""No." I twisted in my seat to face him. "You got down on one knee in front of your entire family, and you couldn't even look at my face. Your grandmother noticed. Katya definitely noticed. If they start wondering why the groom looks sick, they'll start wondering about everything else."His jaw moved. For a moment I thought he would ignore me the way he ignored everyone who irritated him. Then he yanked the wheel, and the car swerved
Chapter 39The Volkov estate sat at the end of a mile-long drive lined with iron lamps, and every one of them felt like a guard watching our car roll past.Adrian had not said a word since we left the mansion. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gearshift, his jaw set so hard I could see a muscle jumping in his cheek. Eight hours ago he had been tracing circles on my hip in the dark. Now he stared at the road as if it owed him money."Your grandmother called this an emergency dinner," I said. "Should I be worried?""You should always be worried in that house." He glanced at me once, his eyes moving over the emerald dress the tailors had sent. It hugged my waist and the curve of my hips before falling to the floor, and the neckline left my shoulders bare against my dark skin. I had pinned my hair up so a few ebony curls framed my face. For a second something hungry passed over his features. Then it was gone. "You're pregnant, you're in love, and you know no
The knock on the study door came twenty minutes later. Two heavy, measured thuds echoed through the suffocating silence of the room. Adrian didn't jump. He slowly released his hold on my waist, stepping around the mahogany desk to unlock the heavy door. Hector stood on the threshold. Rain glistened on the shoulders of his dark leather jacket, and he smelled faintly of cold asphalt and burnt ozone. In his right hand, he held my ratty navy duffel bag—the fabric sliced wide open along the bottom seam, revealing the gray foam padding inside. Without a word, Hector reached into his pocket and placed a small, heavy object on the corner of Adrian's desk. The silver pocket watch. It looked tiny against the dark wood. The casing was scratched and tarnished, the glass face spiderwebbed with tiny fractures from the night I dropped it on the hospital floor. "The apartment is ash," Hector said, his voice flat and rasping. "No hostiles on the perimeter. The girl is asleep downstairs in the gue
Adrian did not let me stay on the floor. He slid his hands under my arms and lifted me off the Persian rug as effortlessly as if I weighed nothing at all. My knees buckled the moment my feet touched the floor, but his grip held me firmly against his broad frame. He guided me back into the oversized leather chair, leaning down until his dark eyes were level with mine. "Stay here," he instructed, his tone low and commandingly soft. He stepped back and pulled a heavy, black radio unit from his desk drawer. He keyed the side button, his posture shifting instantly into that of a military general. "Hector," Adrian said into the receiver. Static hissed over the speaker before Hector's deep, gravelly voice cut through. "Listening, Boss." "Take Team Alpha to Camilla's old residence. Third floor, back apartment. Inside the bedroom closet, there is a navy duffel bag. Tear open the bottom lining. There is a tarnished silver pocket watch inside. Retrieve it and bring it directly to me." "Und
The heavy lock of the study door engaged with a sharp, echoing click. I stood frozen on the edge of the Persian rug. The sheer adrenaline that had kept me upright in front of my sister was rapidly draining from my blood, leaving behind a cold, hollow exhaustion. Adrian did not look at me. He walked straight to the crystal decanter on his desk, poured two fingers of amber liquid into a glass, and drank it neat. He set the glass down with a heavy thud. The silence in the room was absolute, pressing against my eardrums until I felt like I was suffocating. "Sit," he commanded softly. I collapsed into the leather armchair opposite his desk. My legs simply refused to hold my weight any longer. Adrian leaned against the edge of the mahogany desk, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark eyes locked onto mine, stripping away every defense I had left. There was no trace of the charming fiancé who had just comforted my sister. He was a predator evaluating a trapped prize. "Three years ag
This was no time to make out, but his dark reassurance soothed me. The panic was melting into a heavy, intoxicating heat, and I was entirely ready for him to pin me against the mahogany desk and take me right there. But he froze mid-kiss. His lips hovered just centimeters from mine, the heat of his breath ghosting over my mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair, firmly pulling my head back, moving his face just out of reach every single time I inched forward to continue. Through the haze of my own heavy breathing, I saw the corner of his mouth tilt into a smug, arrogant grin. He looked me dead in the eyes, letting me feel the sharp ache of the denial, and then stepped away. The loss of his body heat was like being plunged into ice water. He didn't say a word about what had just happened. He simply turned around, adjusted the cuffs of his dark suit, and walked around to the heavy leather chair behind his desk. The dominant, consuming lover was gone in a fraction of a second, entirely
Chapter 5The foyer was too big. That was the first thing I noticed. Marble floors that reflected the chandelier above, a staircase that curved up to a second floor I couldn't see the end of, walls hung with paintings that probably cost more than my life. Everything was polished. Everything was qui
Chapter 4"Why would I be your Doll?"The words came out before I could stop them. I was still holding the contract, still standing in my doorway with Adrian Volkov and his lawyer and his two security men filling up the narrow landing, and my sister was behind me, and I could feel her confusion tur
I woke up with the card still on the floor where I’d dropped it.The morning light was thin and gray, slipping through the blinds I’d never gotten around to replacing. For a long moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting the weight of last night settle back onto my chest. The dent in
He reached into his jacket.My body went rigid. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to get back in my car, to floor it and never look back. But my legs wouldn't move. I was frozen there on the empty street, watching his hand disappear into the dark fabric, waiting for something I couldn't name.H







