M I K H A I LAs soon as I said that, the idea of coming face to face with whoever made that go viral enters my head and fills me with utmost rage. I get up from my seat so fast that my chair falls back, but I don’t care.Evan flinches, but he quickly recovers and turns to me. “Um, boss . . . what do you want me to do after I trace the origin of the photo?”“Just tell me who it is, and I’ll deal with them,” I mutter, picking up my phone as he exits my office. Quickly, I dial Vivienne’s number, and she picks up immediately. “Viv, I need you to get her out of this mess.”“I know, I’m working on it,” comes her usual bored voice. However, I do hear her typing aggressively at her keyboard. “Do you know who that man in the photo is?”“That’s Brody McGrath,” I say, gritting my teeth. “He is her ex, and he just tried to reconnect with her because he had no idea that we were together. I don’t buy that bullshit for one second, let me tell you. I think that fucker is onto something.”“Well, defi
M I K H A I L“Wife?” I echo, not sure if I heard what Evan said correctly. “Brody is married?”“According to the records of Washington state, yes he is,” Evan says dryly. “He kept that deliberately hidden. He didn’t want anyone to know, and it’s because his whole operation is to get to scam women into giving him money. He does that by roping them into relationships, and so far it worked with a lot of people.”“And how did you know all of this?”“Because I talked to Sarah.” Evan looks at me. “She’s willing to talk to you too.”With that, we both come to the entrance of the house. There’s already a woman waiting there for us. Or for me, I suppose. She stands aside to let us in, and immediately I get speechless by what I just see.The house is not only dilapidated on the inside, but it’s also a mess. To add to the horror of it all, there’s also three small children running around, chasing each other and creating more mess.Evan expertly sidesteps the toys, making it obvious that he’s be
M I K H A I LBrody falls into a limp heap by my feet, and Sarah begins to gather her children away from the scene. Something about it looks so seamless, almost first instinct, that it makes me think that some other type of violence has been happening in his own home.And that stokes the flames of anger in my chest.Brody groans and sits up, looking around in total confusion. When his gaze falls on me, the puzzle pieces start to click. He gets up and tries to punch me back, but I swerve and catch his fist.His expression turns from annoyed to scared, which is satisfying to see.“I’ve been talking to your so-called sister,” I tell him, smiling easily. “She told me a lot about you.”“And you fucking believe her?” Brody asks. “That bitch is insane. You think I would marry her? Me?”“I think you used her,” I say. “And you’re going to continue doing that until one of your victims fall for your schemes and drag your ass out of misery. You useless piece of shit.”With that, I swing again, hi
Y A N AI stagger back into the shop as Mikhail came rumbling inside, his arms wrapped around me.At first, the sheer shock of seeing him here is what roots me to my spot, unable to move or speak. I blink a couple of times, wondering if it's all real but when his scent invades my nose and his warmth spreads all over my body, that's when it finally registers that he's here. And he's holding me like I'm the most precious thing in this world that he needs to protect.Something about that made something in me click. I don't know what exactly, but when he buries his face into my neck and sighs deeply like he's relieved . . . this flicker of wonder just explodes in my chest and spreads all over me.For the past couple of days, I've been suppressing all the bad feelings. I've brushed off the allegations, when in fact they really hurt me even though I'm not in a real relationship. I've just lived with the guilt of knowing that I put him through all of that just because I was too stubborn to li
Y A N AI open my mouth to ask what Vivienne meant, but Mikhail beats me to it and leans forward. “What event are you talking about?”Vivienne patiently flicks through her papers and hands him a sheet. “The Helping Hands Foundation.” When I tilt my head in confusion, she turns to me. “It’s a cancer research and treatment facility for children. Satellite is its biggest sponsor. Every year the foundation gathers a lot of higher-ups to an event to raise more funds. Celebrities attend too. This year, they have an auction, all donated valuables. I figured it would be great for you to have your first public appearance in this event.”“But the foundation usually does not allow a lot of press coverage,” Mikhail notes. “Won’t that be a little counterproductive?”“True that they don’t let in just anyone, but that’s what’s good about this.” She looks at both of us. “You might not get a bigger spread, but you definitely will get quality coverage from the real journalists that will be here. Do you
Y A N ATime stands still as Mikhail pulls me closer to him, our lips pressed together. He sways me in time with the music, not breaking contact, holding me softly as though I’m the most fragile thing in the world.There’s something awfully romantic about it. Not just the kiss and the music and the dancing, but doing it in front of everyone. It seems like protection, like he’s trying to shield me from everything negative that happened so far.I know that it’s not real. I know that it’s all just for show. But it just makes my heart sing.His lips move against mine tenderly, teasing out flutters in my belly that I never felt before. I inhale, and he takes the chance to deepen the kiss and pry my lips open with his, sliding his tongue in my mouth.For some reason, I find myself meeting it with my own.I know people are looking at us, but at that moment it just seems that we’re alone. This is the only time when I understood that expression, that feeling of being enclosed in a space even w
Y A N A“Mikhail,” is the only thing I can manage to say.He looks at me and smiles, setting down the box on my hands and standing back as though to admire his work. I balance the heavy velvet box in my arms, looking at the necklace.It’s even more beautiful in person, in perfect color like this. It’s almost like a dream. I can’t believe I’m running my finger across the leather straps and the turquoise.Grandma said that it shines like no other, and I can see what she means. It really doesn’t have anything that comes close. All the jewelry that I made, all the things I designed, it’s nothing compared to this piece of history and love that I’m holding in my hands.“Do you like it?” Mikhail puts in, supporting my hands as they start to shake.I can only nod, my fingers becoming numb not from the heaviness of the protective case but because of the sheer amazement I’m feeling in my chest. As I look at it more closely, I remember the price.“Fuck,” I mumble. “You got this for me for half a
Y A N AI stare at Mikhail in disbelief, not sure if I heard him correctly. I turn to him sharply, expecting him to face me, but he keeps his eyes fixed on Gwen, who blanched at his words.“When is it going to be?” he asks casually. “Is it a formal event? Is there a dress code?”Gwen opens her mouth to answer, but it’s clear that everything has taken her aback because she keeps closing it again. She turns to me as though to ask for help, but what the hell can I offer her? I got nothing in mind.“Well, it’s a simple gathering at home,” she just says in the end. “No dress code or anything. Just a gift for the birthday girl.”She lets out an awkward little laugh that sounds even more awkward when no one joins her. Mikhail just nods and says, “Sure! We will be there. See you.”With that, he takes my hand and we go downstairs. Jane comes to ask him about the building, and I don’t know what they talked about, because I begin to zone out right then and there.The only time I gather my wits i