LOGINWarning: This book contains mature themes, BDSM content and is not suitable for younger readers. Five years ago, Summer Rodriguez was framed for a murder she did not commit. Her mother betrayed her. Her twin sister walked away from her. The world chose to believe the worst. Summer lost her freedom, her future, and the life she had worked for. Now she is out of prison, and she wants everything stolen from her. That includes the man her sister is about to marry. Kirill Volkov is a Russian trillionaire CEO who is brilliant, cold, and haunted. He lives with obsessive compulsions and a mind that sometimes forgets recent events and sometimes forgets faces. Yet for reasons he cannot explain, he never forgets Summer. Love is dangerous for him. Whenever he starts to feel anything close to it, his body responds with frightening physical collapse. But the moment Summer appears at his wedding disguised as her sister, something inside him wakes up. He does not expose her. He takes her hand and tells the world, She is my wife. What starts as revenge turns into a consuming game of desire, control, and secrets. Summer came to take her life back. She never planned to become the one thing Kirill refuses to let go of. -- There's also the story of Cassia, Kirill's married sister, who's having a secret affair with his best friend, and Wren, who accidentally sent her sex tape to the school's bad boy.
View MoreSUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.One look….all it took was one look into my husband’s eyes, and I could swear something was wrong. “Kirill…?” I gasped, watching with my heart in my mouth, the taste of blood on the tip of my tongue. I reached for him quickly, my hands grabbing him by the shoulder before he could fall. His hair looked all over the place, like someone had pulled, tugged, and grabbed it viciously. He also sported bruises, so many bruises, and the way he breathed…it was off, like it hurt to take oxygen in. “You don’t look so good…wait here.” I stood, but before I could take another step, he grabbed my hand, his eyes wide with fear, no, terror.“Where are you going?” He asked, voice raw, pained, and strained. My heart skipped a beat, not out of any butterflies in my stomach, but the realization, yet again, that something was wrong…so fucking wrong.“I want to get the first aid box, Kirill. Your wounds need tending immediately.”“I’m okay.” He shook his head vehemently, grabbing and
SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.I paced the length of the locked door to the gold room for the third time in the past five minutes. I know this because Mikhail’s been updating me on time even though he, just like me, doesn't have a damn clock. “Mrs Volkov, please relax…it’s all under control.” Mikhail’s soft, calm voice only aggravated me further. I turned to him with a sharp glare, wondering how the hell he managed to stay calm, as if we didn’t both just see my husband with a gun in his hand, while that girl I always see Antov texting jumped in the air to strike me. “And how on earth am I the only one pacing right now? We did see how that girl behaved, right? She didn’t look or feel normal. And I get the nudge she was aiming for me, she wanted to hurt me, and did you see Kirill? I’ve never seen him like that, Mikhail. He had a gun, and blood… what the hell is going on?” I panted, my chest rising and falling rapidly, as my world tilted, spinning off its axis. My knees buckled, feeling weak
KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.The silence that followed the moment she stopped breathing was deafening. It pressed against my eardrums, heavy and thick with the scent of ozone and copper. I stood over them, the Beretta still warm in my hand, watching the light fade from the eyes of the girl who had almost dismantled my entire world in a matter of seconds.Antov didn't move for what felt like the longest time. He sat on the blood-stained marble, cradling her head in his lap, his fingers stroking her hair softly while he cried as if he could brush the death away."She’s gone, Antov," I said. My voice sounded hollow, even to my own ears. He didn't look up; he kept his gaze transfixed on her alone. "You didn't have to hit any vital points, Kirill. You’re the best marksman the Creed ever produced. I’ve watched you shoot sometimes when you do target practice. You could have taken her kneecaps, or something else……you could have just disabled her.""She was mid-air, Antov! She was inches from Summe
KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.Before I could blink, she lunged at me. I made to pull the trigger, but one kick from her threw the gun from my hand. She grabbed my neck with her legs before literally throwing me across the room. I groaned, but knew I couldn’t rest. Thankfully, she’d thrown me to where the gun lay. Grabbing it quickly, I aimed and pulled the trigger, but she was quick to dodge.Well, not quick enough. The bullet grazes the side of her thigh, making her hiss and grunt loudly. But she doesn’t stop. The bullet tore an ugly path through her thigh, painting the white marble with a spray of crimson. She hissed, a sound that was more animal than human, but to my surprise, she didn't collapse. Most people would have gone into shock, but Misha Harman didn't even break her stride. She used the momentum of her stumble to roll, her body coiling and snapping back up like a spring… fuck, she was fast. She barely resembled an average fighter. From the way she moved, I knew one undeniable f
ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.I watched with rapt attention as the car went into auto drive mode, while the necessary files transferred to my personal system. Wren shook beside me, clearly in shock from what she’d just learned. I was as shocked as she was. Her parents were people we never really spoke to,
KILL SWITCH.KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.The glass of bourbon felt cool in my hand as I stared out the window. The city of London spread wide before me, and each light illuminating the skyscrapers before me reminded me of what I’d done to get here. The lives I took, the blood on my hands…..I became the
ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.Life can be crazy at times. Just a couple second ago, I was seething with rage at the thought of that fucker Andrew and what he did to Wren. Now, I’m walking side by side with her on my arm as we head over to her house to get her father’s laptop for a school project. “You mi
KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW. The second my brother rushed in with her, I aimed even higher at both him and her, both guns drawn as he eyes me warily. “What the hell are you doing, brother?” he hissed, clearly confused, but I was not having it. People in love were either of two things: the greatest ass






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