“Fuck,” he swore.Everything happened so fast. First, I was falling, and then I wasn’t anymore.But as soon as I had straightened myself, I heard a splash of water and a spring of curses coming from Roman . Quickly turning around, I faced the stream, only to let out a booming laugh when I saw him.He was sprawled in the water, completely wet, his face a mask of astonishment.I quickly lost my smile when I saw his face turn expressionless. Standing frozen in my spot, I bit on my lips nervously, scared that he was going to be angry. There was only silence for a few moments.But then a sudden laugh startled me, and I jumped slightly.I stared at Roman , shocked. He was laughing. Roman Petrov was laughing unless he was laughing sarcastically.I had never seen or heard him laugh before. He was always a preoccupied man, his face composed and hard. Occasionally, he would have a full smile on his face but never a laugh if taking a picture for a magazine or something political.Such a joy
“I’m the only one who gets to.” As he thrust, his bare hand cupped my pussy. When he covered my lips, his cock moved between his fingers. “This is mine.” He bumped into me, and I whimpered. “It belongs to me.” His hold was like steel, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. “I own this. I own you.”Possessive, brutal.I melted for him.As he worked my body with short snaps of his hips and that hot, possessive hand, he nuzzled my ear. “If I were a cunning man, I would’ve trapped you with my child.” His other hand spread out over my belly. “I imagined it. You big with my baby. These breasts full of milk.” He squeezed one, then the other. “My cock grew so stiff, I came in three strokes.”“Roman!” He’d masturbated to that fantasy about me? The mere idea made my pussy tighten around his length. “Dios mío.” With a cry, I ground my clit against his tight grip.He slammed into me and shaking that maddening hold on my pussy. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to come hard
Even though Vladamir is no longer the head of the Petrov territory in Russia, he’s still part of the Bravta. He’s still dangerous.Over the past weeks, I’ve been bought into a false sense of security. I finally felt safe and no longer on guard that people like my father would hurt me.The last thing I expected was Roman’s family bribing me to leave him. Sure, I got ready for the awkwardness of meeting them, but not this bribery. “Ahhh…” My eyebrow furrow together, and I place a hand over my tight stomach. “I can’t leave Roman.”Roman will hunt me down and kill me if I dare betray him. I mean, he'll look for me like the last time! What Vladamir is asking of me is so much worse.I’ve also fallen in love with Roman, and I don’t want to leave him.“The money is enough to buy a ticket back to America. Go, and if I find out you contacted Roman, I’ll make you wish you were never born,” he threatens me.“Roman will never believe I left him,” I whisper, the shock making my voice shaky.
The retired head of the bravta is dead because of me.The guards will kill me.God, Vladamir is dead!A sob bursts from me as I hurry to the the car I took from the compound parked out front.Please, powers that’s out there help me. Don’t let them find Vladamir’s body before I’m gone. Help me oh God!I seeing the small car parked in front of the building, Dragging the door open, I climb behind the steering wheel and start the engine. My eyes roam wildly around, and seeing the guards doubles my fear by a million.GoGoGo! I push myself.I put my feet on the gas pedal to the floor, and with speeding tires, the vehicle moves forward. The guards all look at me, and it makes me hold my breath as I drive fast toward the gates.Luckily, the gates start to open, and my lips move as I say one silent prayer after another.Please. Please. Please.God Forgive me. I didn’t mean to kill him.Why? WhyWhyWhy?When I look in the rearview mirror, there’s no sign of Gloria, and I can only pray she do
ROMAN’S POV Her voice shakes with disbelief as she says, “You are supposed to marry Russian Royalty and not some pathetic, greedy little girl. Everything was planned, and she ruined it all.”She moves fast,trying to grab the gun from behind Dimitri’s back, but before she can point it at someone, she faints.That did not just fucking happen!“Fuck” I shout frustrated at the events of today.I take a step back as another blow of betrayal slams into me.NoUncontrollable anger fills my chest as I watch my aunt slump over my uncle’s body.Dimitri picks her up passes her onto some guards who takes her upstairs to her room for some well needed rest.The breaths come is big exhales over my lips, and I drop to my knees from the force of destructive emotions reaping chaos in my chest.I trusted them.“Find Ana Sol!” Dimitri shouts the order to the guards. “Seach every part of this fucking city and bring her back unharmed. If anyone lays as much as a hand on the boss’s woman , I’ll fucking
When the attendant at the front desk prints the ticket, she says, “I’ve upgraded you to first class at no extra charge, take it easy on yourself” Giving me the ticket, her smile is filled with sympathy. “Do you have any luggage you have to check in?”I shake my head. “I’m traveling light.” Because in my panic, I forgot to grab anything from the compound. There’s no time to go back to the parking area.“Is that all I can help with?”I quickly nod. “Thank you so much!” I glance around me again. “Where do I go?”She points to her left. “Straight down there and through the lounge for first-class passengers.”My eyes lock with hers for a brief moment, and I swallow hard on my tears. “Thank you.”“You’re welcome.”When I move away from the counter, I struggle not to run. Feeling more and more scared by the second, I keep looking back and forth as I hurry toward the area the attendant said I should go.Entering the first class section, my eyes land on security guards at the airport, and
ANA’S POV In desperate need of comfort, I go through my bag to get my cell phone out and I go through screenshots I have of him from all his press conferences.I swipe from the very beginning to the end, But none of them brings me any comfort. Instead, they break my heart because this will be the last time I'm seeing them, deleting all of them.In this moment of strife and darkness, I realized I wasn’t just in love with Roman. I love him. I love him with all my heart and soul.And I didn’t even get to tell him.Roman.As the plane flies toward Frankfurt, Germany , where I have to catch a connecting flight.•••••••••••••••ROMAN’S POV One of the guards found the vehicle Ana left with, and after searching the vehicle, her luggage was found in the backseat.The tracker’s signal disappeared ten minutes ago from my phone , meaning she’s probably on a fucking plane leaving to God knows where.It’s either that or the phone was destroyed, which I seriously doubt.“Find out what flight An
ANA'S POV It feels like I’m caught in a cycle of panic and paralyzing fear as I get off the plane in Houston.The flight was so long. Twenty-six long hours of reliving the nightmare over and over.I can’t remember when last I ate, not that I’m hungry. With the tomb of fear in my stomach, I feel too sick to think of food, whenever I think about it I feel nauseated.God, it feels like I haven’t slept for weeks,Like I've aged two decades more.The last time I got some rest was on the flight to Frankfurt, Germany. My dress is all wrinkled, and my skin feels clammy.I look as bad as I feel.I walk with all the other passengers, and realizing I have to go through passport control again, a wave of exhaustion wahes over me. The tiredness in my body makes my bones feel too heavy. I fall into the back of the line and nibble on my bottom lip and chew on my nails as I cautiously look at all the people, who knows if they've started looking for me already, the bravta has reach in all parts of
We walk out to the front of the house. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Petrov,” Zoran says, holding the back door open. Roman takes my hand to help me in.“Hello, Zoran.” I smile as I get into the back seat, and Roman gets in behind me. The door closes, and we sit in silence throughout the drive.I get vivid recollections of how much Roman Petrov could infuriate me back in the day. Nobody could wind me up like him.Nothing’s changed.Calm, calm, keep fucking calm.The car pulls up at the ballroom. We get out, and Roman takes my hand. We fake more smiles and walk through the crowd as if we are the happiest couple in the world.“Where are our seats?” Roman whispers, passing me a champagne from a passing tray.“What’s wrong, darling?” I whisper, taking a sip. “Tired of holding my hand?”His angry eyes flick over to me. “I am, actually.”I glare at him, our eyes locked. “Please, don’t act happy on my behalf.”“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve acted happy now, would it?”Adrenaline begins t
ANA I sit in the cafe waiting for Callie.I keep going over what Roman said to me before he left. You made me do it alone.I hate that he sees it like that.He had an issue and I locked him out and made him face the problem alone. But our sex life was never the problem.But I did make him feel like the problem was only his?Then, being the stubborn woman that I am, I got so resentful that I locked him out of our room in return?Both of us not speaking and sleeping in separate beds. I exhale heavily. Well, I’m too angry at his stage to even think about it anymore. I’m not letting him turn this around on me.I haven’t done anything wrong.I never once said that I was blaming him for this.I only think that he should have told me the facts at the time in which they happened. And how dare he say that I’m making him face this alone when it was his choice not to tell me about it or involve me in the first place? He chose to do this alone, not the other way around.Seriously, is ope
ANAMy stomach rolls.It makes me feel sick.I think for a moment.I'm still waiting for her to threaten us with a child.It's just been a few months since we saw her.She could be one of those women who don't show a bump in the early stages of pregnancy.Or the child could be for Vladamir.I just need it to be Vladamir's child.But Rome won't abandon his nephew either nor would I want him to.Can a DNA paternity test be taken while pregnant or do you have to wait for the baby to be born?Hmm. I grab my phone and type into Google:Can a paternity test be taken while still pregnant?DNA testing can be completed as early as 9 weeks along. Technological advancements mean there's little risk to mom or baby. If establishing paternity is something that you need to do, non-invasive prenatal paternity test is a blood test that analyzes fetal DNA found in a pregnant woman's blood during the first trimester.Shit, it’s just a blood test. That should be easy enough.I type into Google:Can a pre
ANAThe car pulls into the garage around 7:00 p.m.Roman hasn’t called me once today. That’s a first. I know he’s probably busy being pulled from point to point, but with everything that’s going on, I would have thought.I made dinner and had a glass of wine.I feel unusually nervous to see him.My heart beats as loud as it can when Roman comes into my line of sight.“Hello.” I smile.“Hi, Moya Roza.” He bends and kisses me, and then pulls immediately out of my arms.Oh.He sits on the chair and rests his elbows on his thighs. His head hanging low, and he looks at the floor, he looks exhausted.The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I watch him. Something’s up.“I called her,” he says quietly.I frown. “Who?”“On the night I was drugged, my call log shows that I made an eight-minute call to Gloria’s number,” he says softly.Emotion rushes through me.His eyes rise to meet mine. “And there were other things, I saw when I woke up.”My heartbeat pumps loudly in my ears. “
ANA“Good morning love.” I smile at him.He walks over and hugs me so tightly.it's a wonder I didn't break anything.He kisses me so nicely, his lips hovering over mine.He doesn’t say anything, but what is there to say? With no one ready to hash out our feelings.Both of us are unsure what’s going to happen with Gloria, the loose cannon still on the run. We are both on pins and needles.I want to fight and yell and cry like a child at him for getting us into this position with her.But then I remember that he was only trying to protect me, and my past is just as sordid as his.He went to that club… but I worked there.And nobody else besides the two of us would ever believe that he was my first client. My only client.He has the weight of the world on his shoulders.And I’m not adding to his stress levels, no matter how selfish I want to be and put the blame on him, because he's the cause of this problem.I know I can’t.“I made you a coffee,” I say nervously.“Thanks.” He rol
ANA The police were here for hours going through everything. A warrant has been put out on her. The questioning was in depth, and I imagine it was very stressful for Roman. Then the public relations team arrived, and the house was full of people who worked for Roman. They organized the statement that was to be released to the press. While Dolores ran around handing out refreshments to them I just watched from the stairs trying to process my hurt. It was a whirlwind of activity down there, and I should have perhaps been involved. After all, I was the person who solved half the case. But I couldn’t. I stayed upstairs and cried like a baby to Callie on the phone, she wants to come over to be with me but I rather be alone I just needed someone to talk to for a moment. I feel so alone and compelled to stay out of sight tonight. I didn’t want to see anyone. And perhaps, if I’m being completely honest about the whole drama. I’m embarrassed that my husband is being accused
ROMAN “To the house.” I tell Dimitri while looking at Ana beside me.“Yes, sir.” The car pulls out of the garage, and I reach over and to take Ana’s hand but she flicks me away. My heart drops.She’s furious.Who could blame her?What Gloria saidOh no, my stomach rolls.I feel sick.I can't even remember if that ever happened, but she's delusional who knows what she would come up with but for the fact, she has already gotten Ana to believe her lies.The car weaves through the heavy London traffic. My mind goes back to that morning in the hotel in Russia when I woke with no memory.I see the silver wine chiller and the two crystal glasses.I remember the scent of perfume on my sheets. At the time, I was terrified, but then as soon as Dimitri said he walked me back to my room, I dismissed my fears. I put it down to two glasses being delivered as standard practice. I'm pretty sure it wasn't used and the scent on the sheets was a strong washing powder, but now…Why didn’t I get d
“Give me the money and get out,”Gloria screeches.“He’s not giving you a single fucking penny!” I snapped at her. I glared at Roman, angry he wouldn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on, and he rolled his lips.“She’s got a video of us at the Auction house that night.” Roman replies frustrated.“Ha liess.” I huff out looking at Gloria's sneering face.“She hasn’t got shit.”“Yes, I have. I’m going to the press. Now get out, I'm talking to him, you whore.” She tries to snatch the bag of money from him.“Do not give her that fucking bag!” I yell out to Roman.“She’s lying.”“How do you know?”“Because I have the footage,” I snap at him as his head whips towards me.“I’m the one who hacked the system. I wiped all the footage of the two of us months ago, so you can go to Hell, you scheming bitch, fucking hell.”Roman and Gloria’s eyes widen.“You hacked the system?” Roman whispers, shocked.“Of course, I did. I wiped everything with you on it.” I snap, adrenaline is co
ROMAN “Keep your voice down.”I look around feeling stressed.“What the fuck?” Sergei whispers.“How did she get it?”“Their systems got hacked twice and they didn't think to alert past clients. Can you imagine the fucking headline? The Minister and the prostitute who is now his wife.”Sasha’s and Sergei’s eyes widen in horror.If my files have been hacked, hell, we’re all fucked.“fuck, what are you going to do? I can hire someone to off the bitch” Sergei asks.“Second,I say we kill this bitch.” Sasha punches his fist. “For real this time.”“Will you be fucking serious for one minute? You think Gloria doesn't have a contingency plan, maybe the minute we kill her there is some sort of mail that will be sent to the press.” I hiss.“Who says I'm not serious?” He huffs in anger.“I think I’m going to pay the money.”“What?”“Have you got a better idea?” I whisper. “I won’t have my wife dragged through the fucking press and internet.”“Fucking hell,” Sasha mutters.“How does this