“You’re so sure that Anna will keep quiet?” the lawyer asked papa. “She’s an impulsive troublemaker.”“What could she say to the police?” he asked. “ She knows I caused her mother's death. I was a model husband to her mother for over a year, and I’ve helped her grow her wealth ,everyone she’s ever come into contact with. I play tennis with her business partners. Who would believe her? And even if her mother was exhumed,” As I entered the house that was what I heard.Dad continued, “No one but her has ever accessed it, and her fingerprints are the only ones on the case. With the papers, I can know how much she's worth and now she's missing, I don't know where she hid the papers .She fought constantly with her mother and was the sole heir to a fortune. Means, motive, opportunity, and a murder weapon. One word to the police, and Anna’s done.”They’d killed my mother; they’d framed me for it.“Ana?” Rome was studying my face, as if trying to read my thoughts.I forced a smile. “Just think
The sun was coming up when I woke against a man’s chest. I blinked, sluggish. What the hell— My eyes went wide. I was in the Russian’s bed! And everything from the night before was a blur. I stifled a groan, swearing I would never drink again. I rose up on an elbow to look at him. He slept on his back, one muscular arm around me, the other over his head. I nearly whimpered. How would Rome be with me this morning? Would he act like nothing unusual had happened? Be embarrassed that we’d been drinking and oversharing? That I’d seen his scars? What if he looked at me the way he had our first night, waking up to sneer, “You’re still here?” I cautiously rose, finding a robe in the bathroom, then crept out of the bedroom suite. The housecleaner in me cringed at the mess in the sitting area. We’d hit this place like a storm, it was in a total mess. I moved to the kitchen and found orange juice. Drank that down. Then I took another full glass out by the pool. I drank it down to
“I slept for five hours?” After sex, he’d risen, frowning at the clock. “This is a record. I feel like a new man.”“You look ten years younger,” I told him as I stretched. “Now I’d put you in your mid-twenties.”“I just turned thirty-one.”“Yes, but you looked thirty-five before.”He raised a brow. “You won’t ask why I don’t sleep? I’ve had insomnia for decades.”I sighed. “Why wouldn’t you? You’re in a high-pressure job—which might be dangerous—and you’re running a billion-dollar empire.”He chucked me under the chin. “I don’t know if I’ll quite be a billionaire today, beautiful.” When he strode to his closet, the lines across his back saddened me seeing them in the daylight. He returned wearing a clean pair of jeans, with a white undershirt for me. “Here. Arms up.”I hopped from the bed, raising them, and he pulled the shirt over me. It swallowed my body.He grinned down at me. “Almost as good looking as you were in that dress.”“The smirky attendant downstairs ought to have a fiel
I walked out of the bedroom, saying, “Okay, we’re all agreed. Heated argument about to begin. . .”He was arguing with Dimitri and they both looked angry. They both turned to me, accusation in their eyes.“What?” fear ran through me, and I had the feeling I needed to run out of there it didn't matter where, my flight or fight mode was activated.Rome strode toward me. “Are you on birth control right now?”I disturbed my lip with my teeth. “Why would you ask that?” Was that information in the records they’d e-mailed? I started hyperventilating.“You have to be on something.”“I’m going to be.” The doctor had told me to wait until after my next period to start, and that wasn’t for a couple of weeks. How long would the pill take to work? “I have a prescription. It’s not a problem.”He stabbed his fingers through his hair, looking devastated.What did that have to do with birth control? “Again, it’s not a problem.” Though this should have been a private conversation, Dimitri looked on
“What the hell are you doing?”I blinked up at Roman. How long had I slept in the bathtub? He looked furious, as usual.He turned off the water, pulling me from the shower. He roughly dried me off, then dressed me in another T-shirt. “ Let's get this over with, then I don’t care what you do.”“Are you happy now?” I demanded of Roman when the doctor left.I’d agreed to let the doctor administer a morning-after shot and insert an IUD to prevent fertilization. Was that the Rome’s idea? He was that afraid?He calmly sat on the living room couch. Though rain threatened, he had all the doors and windows open. “Happy? No. Satisfied that your plan won’t work? Yes.”Having some strange man examine me was bad enough, but Roman had stayed in the room! He’d been there when the doctor had said things like, “Definitely could’ve conceived,” “Somebody certainly had a strenuous night,” and “What a tiny cervix; this will hurt.” I felt invaded.Roman hearing that stuff was worse than the pain of insert
I’m not a liar. He knows that.from what I've noticed about Rome,He’s a quiet man who keeps his own counsel but somehow knows everything. He spends his days playing the markets, master of a system none of us understand. I’m simple in comparison. What you see is what you get. How does he not know me by now? We spent the night talking about ourselves and getting to know each other.I’m only half aware of leaving the hotel, stumbling down the stairs, and waiting beside the taxi for the driver to unlock the door. My mouth is bone dry, my limbs still weak from the aftermath of the adrenaline rush. I need to sit. As soon as he clicks the key fob, I open my own door and collapse in the back seat.I look out the car window to the front of the house, the tiniest bud of hope poking up in my chest, as if I can’t help but torment myself. Maybe the door will burst open and Rome will run out, shouting, “Stop!”He’ll drag me from the car, clutch me to his hard chest, gentle and careful this time, b
I made it one by one to the top of the stairs.I’d taken out my phone and stared at the screen, wondering if he would contact me. To kill time, I’d sent Danielle a voice message and then a text. I needed to tell her good-bye anyway.That had been a while ago—strange that she hadn’t tried to call. Shouldn’t she be dying for some gossip?What would I tell her about Rome? Was I making the right decision with him?During my time at the hotel, I’d worried that I would grow used to hooded blue eyes and mind-blowing sex, and my infatuation with him would spiral out of control.I did all of that didn't I?I might put Roman behind me, but I was never going to get over him. it wouldn’t happen with him. With a sinking feeling in my belly, I recognized that I was always going to have a little feeling towards him.I was so screwed.Was I ready to forget him totally? How would I feel if he got together with another woman?Now that I’d had some time to cool off, I wasn’t as outraged about him gettin
I stare at the reflection of the girl in the mirror with her full face of makeup and her black lace strapless dress.The energy in the air is electric. The Escort Girls are excited for tonight. It’s showtime.The thought of entertaining a man tonight turns my stomach.I’m not sleeping with anyone. I don’t want to even talk to a man, let alone have sex. Roman well and truly tamed the tiger that was my sexual drive. After taking in the size of him, I was sore for days. But it was my ego that took the biggest hit. I’m still licking my wounds and to make it worse, hearing that he booked Danielle was the straw that broke the camel’s back.Pathetic.I hear the excited squeal of one of the girls. She peers around the curtain that hides a one-way window that shows the catwalk area. The girl has long blonde hair and is drop dead gorgeous.“He’s here. He hasn’t been here for months.” She dances back to her makeup chair. “I’m so excited, I could die.”“Who’s here?” someone else asks.“Mr. Silver
Chapter 139I widen my eyes and I want to say, I know that for sure, but I won’t. “How would she have set him up, though?”She thinks for a moment. “She had the drinks spiked, got him to his room, had him open his phone, and she called her own number from his phone.”“Yes,” I whisper. “She could have done that, couldn’t she? I hadn’t even thought of that, she could have entered his bedroom as a relative.”“She could have left all the evidence to make him think that he did it.”“But surely.” My heart drops. “Surely she would know that we would find out who the father is as soon as the baby is born.” My shoulders slump. “What if it is his baby? What if this is all some grand plan to tie Roman to her for life?”“It could be.” Callie sighs, and we stare at each other for a while. “If we just had the security footage of that night at the hotel. I know Holmes asked the hotel for it, but they said there wasn’t any.”I frown that's impossible even the cameras on the Road. “There has
ANAI wake with a strange sensation.It’s morning, and the other side of the bed is cold, and empty and without Roman.I sit up instantly, my senses awake and on high alert.I make my way downstairs, where I can hear a muffled voices coming from Roman’s study. I move down the hall to listen.“Yes,” he says. “That’s right, the arrest warrant has been withdrawn.”Gloria.My heart begins to beat hard. Why did he have the arrest warrant removed?Nobody is looking for her.“You know what to do,” he says calmly.My eyes widen.I push the open the door in a rush to get to Roman.When he steps back, shocked to see me. He’s fully dressed in his crisp suit, ready for work.“What are you doing here?” he asks sharply.I stare at him, confused. “What are you doing?” I ask rhetorically He marches down the hall. His overnight bag is packed by the front door, not looking like it's filled with clothes.“where are you going?” I say as I run after him.“I have to go away for work for a few day
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