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HEAVY IS THE HEAD

Penulis: Jubril Zainab
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-24 05:46:07

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 h
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    EPILOGUE: FIVE YEARS LATER…….SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEWThe sun was setting over the Amalfi Coast, painting the sky in strokes of blood orange and gold, the exact palette I used to describe in my novels, and paint my murals back when I thought they were just pretty colors. Now, they were the colors of my life.I sat on the terrace of our villa, the scent of lemon trees and salt air filling my lungs, the sound of the sea waves crashing repeatedly left a calming sensation all over my body.Behind me, the sound of small, frantic footsteps echoed against the cobblestone, followed by a tiny voice that was both a blend of mine and his father’s."Papa! Papa, look! I found a lizard!"I turned to see a miniature version of the man I loved. Little Alek, now four years old, was holding out a tiny green creature with a grin that was pure Kirill. He had his father's striking golden eyes, eyes that were no longer filled with the trauma of the Siberian snow, but with the curiosity of a child who had ne

  • I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO!    GRAND FINALE

    SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.The fireplace fire crackles softly in the silence of the penthouse. Kirill rests his head on my shoulder, his breathing warm against my skin.“What do you think life would have been like…….if we never met?If your mother weren’t the way she is, and my parents were a regular Russian couple, probably living here in England… no, Papa always races about America and their burgers.He’d have moved to America, definitely.” He chuckles, the sound low. “What do you think it would have been like?No trauma……no pain. Just…..”“An utterly boring life?” It was my turn to chuckle.“You think it would have been boring?”“Yeah…. don't get me wrong. It would have been great not to live the lives we lived in the last.Who knows?Maybe you’d be a simple engineer living in your parents' basement, or moving freshly into your apartment after a successful nine-to-five job, working and saving in the world's current economy for about a couple of months or years until you could afford t

  • I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO!    BURY MY DEAD

    ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.I gripped the steering wheel of my car tightly; my heart's fierce pounding reminded me of cultural drums being beaten on in readiness for a sacrifice. Everything in me screamed, roared, and yelled at the same time. I wanted to crash my car with me in it; I wanted to join Misha, one way or another.She’s gone… the girl who’d sat right beside me barely a couple of hours ago no longer exists in this world.Misha….no, Wren, my Wren is gone for good, all because my selfish brute of a brother chose to pick a side other than my own.My car climbed the top bridge, spewing even more, so the trees were a blur. I didn’t know where I was headed; all that came to mind was my anger at Kirill and the fact that I would never see Wren again.Why did she have to be a spy? Why did Kirill have to even be an assassin? Were there no other damn options?Yeah, he’s said our parents are horrible people, but even that could be a darn lie. Kirill has given me a life I know many would k

  • I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO!    THE ASSASIN’S CREED.

    THE ASSASIN’S CREED.SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEWThe kitchen, with its gleaming marble and soft golden accents, suddenly felt like a stage set in a matter of seconds. Filled with nothing but everything flimsy and fake, it felt ready to collapse. I stared at Kirill, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the man who had just tenderly held a straw to my lips and the man I’d just learned who had traveled the world ending lives for millions of dollars.Assassin.The word echoed in my head just like his tone when he said it; cold and sharp yet still with emotion. It explained the gun from before, it explained the blood, and it explained why Mikhail was so eerily calm while I was falling apart. But the last three rules he mentioned, the ones he had broken, those were the ones that made the air vanish from the room. I felt something magnetic pulling us to each other; it was the same familiar pull I’d grown addicted to."You fell in love," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked into tho

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    GUN BARRELS.SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.“I don’t know what he saw in me that day, but he’d stared at me for the longest time, his finger hovering on the trigger. And for a moment, I didn’t care anymore.I was ready to go. Had he pulled that trigger, I wouldn’t have hesitated… until little Cassia’s face flashed in my memory.I knew then that I couldn’t leave her, not with those monsters. So I tried to ignore Tosha’s shivering beside me, and I stepped forward, pulling on a mask of courage.I didn’t have to utter a word; my stare was enough. And just like that, Dimitri dropped his gun, dipped his hand in his pocket, and threw a knife at my foot. I remember the low timber of his voice when he said;‘Небольшой подарок за твою смелость. Встреться со мной здесь через неделю, если будешь готов(а) сбежать от своей дерьмовой жизни.(Nebol’shóy podárok za tvoyú smélost’. Vstrét’sya so mnóy zdes’ chérez nedélyu, yesli búdesh’ gotóv(a) sbézhat’ ot svoyéy dery’movoy zhízni.”“What does that mean?” I

  • I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO!    WHO THE HELL DID I MARRY?

    WHO THE HELL DID I MARRY?SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.Kirill’s shoulder felt tense against my head. My palm lodged in his felt the light sheen of sweat on them, and how clammy it was as well. He trembled beside me, avoiding my gaze for some weird reason.I meant everything I’d said. I wasn’t going anywhere: even though the sickness in my belly hadn’t stopped, or the utter confusion at what had happened earlier hadn’t cleared up, I’d stay here for however long he needed me.“Cassia was five when it happened. Tosha and I knew who our parents were, and the things they could do to her as the only girl present.In our town, even though we were the runt of the litter on the map, we weren’t stupid enough to not know who the king was.Alexei Sokolov. He sent different enforcers throughout the country, so we had Yan and his twin brother, Boris.They ran the brothels and weaponry for the king. I remember the cold of the night as Cassia pressed against my body, ducking her thumb as she slept. I stil

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