We all witness the moment when Dad kneels. Mom can't believe it and she covers her mouth. I cry in my place, Aleksander hugs me around the waist, tries to contain my emotion, but I'm already crying my eyes out. It's too much for me.“Elena, love of my life, I want you to be my wife, there is nothing and no one that can stop it. You are the best thing that has happened to me, in the midst of ups and downs or good and bad moments, love does not disappear, it is stronger than all the challenges we do not face. Today, in front of our children, kneeling before you, I ask you to agree to be my wife. Do you want to spend the rest of my life with me?"My God, of course," she exclaims overwhelmed, lets herself put on the beautiful ring and kisses him with love.Our ovation applauds them. I'm so happy. Then, after that kiss, what I least imagined happens, Aleksander goes and hugs his mother, he starts crying in her arms. We are all shocked by the scene, we dare not say anything. He looks like a
Although pragmatic, by day he is a correct being, apparently the prince charming that women look for in a fairy tale, being in reality insidious, because when the moon rises he is a crooked, frivolous man, he is dangerous, at night his dark side and the most evil desires take over his dark and relentless soul, unleashing all the demons in him.When a full moon looms in its dark sky, the Russian wolf is already on the prowl, ready to catch and devour its prey.The world does not know that the burly man in a tailored suit, formal and dictator, is indeed a fearless and tough being.When his father, the powerful Dimitri Konstantinov, a vengeful Russian, entrusts him with the task of going after the bastard daughter of his treacherous wife with a prominent businessman in Manhattan, Alek won't hesitate to tie up that loose end."Do not fall in love with Aleksander Konstantinov, because he is an imperious disaster, and hot as a volcano, but he is also the bullet that you do not want to see e
He drove full of rage, hatred and lack of control. A dangerous combination that raged inside him. The thirst for revenge against that cursed man intensified; His breathing became increasingly labored as he approached the agreed upon location, and the adrenaline was released, triggering a deranged desire, a terrible desire to finish off Luca with a single shot.The wolf would blow his brains out with one shot. No one ordered her to interfere in his affairs. He had Luna under her control, and he wanted her for himself, as her father had asked him to.Not in the hands of the enemy, in this case, the head of the Italian mafia.The girl was his, and tonight he would rescue her."I have arrived, if I have everything under control I don't want them to intervene, understand? Over," he spoke through the communicator."Understood, boss. Over.""I'll get out of the car, K71, change and get out," he warned.He dug the tires into the asphalt. Darkness reigned violently as he turned off the converti
Russia Moscow.In a cold, dark room, gagged and hurt, I fight and resist. I face the hurricane that shakes me, feeling even more vulnerable because I don't know my captor's intentions.I wrap myself in a thin quilt, trying to sleep despite the uncertainty. The mist is heavy, heavier than my eyelids that are reluctant to close. The silence is desolating, it crushes me and steals my breath. The air escapes and fears bare my soul, without a barrier or wall to protect me from danger.Nothing keeps me from extinction.Tears flow eagerly, the thickness of sadness floods my being. I don't think I can escape death. The last thing I remember was being hit violently, leaving me unconscious. Every muscle aches, I feel an indescribable pain that spreads through my back and squeezes my heart.I'm starving, I only remember putting crumbs in my stomach in the last few weeks, which is not enough to sustain me.I cry, the spasms do not stop, the intensity of the sensation is overwhelming, it burns crue
PresentI don't have time to reply. I feel the sting on my arm, again, almost instantly I begin to border on unconsciousness and finally I go into a deep darkness. The last thing I saw was his evil look and the hint of victory on his cyanide lips....I wake up abruptly, jumping immediately, because a bucket of icy water has been suddenly thrown at me. The cause is that damned Russian who won't stop shouting at the top of his lungs. I barely manage to find myself in a bathroom, not just any, this place is luxury everywhere. There is no longer a trace of that old room he was in. I'm naked, it's humiliating to be like this, exposed to the unfortunate... Aleksander? I think that's his name.I don't know if it's been a long time since the shadows of a forced dream caught me. The only thing I know about is damn torture on the part of my captor.“Enough! Why are you doing this to me?! “I blurt out trembling, I'm afraid I'll get hypothermia, although at this point nothing could be worse than
POV. AlexanderI grab that son of a bitch by the neck, I glare at him, I don't let him go. One of the things I hate is being challenged, breaking my rules and refusing to follow them.“Can't you follow a single damn order?! "You better get out of my sight or you're a dead man." I release him suddenly, the good”for”nothing idiot falls to the ground trying to regain oxygen. Did you know? Stop right there.I change my mind by pulling out the gun."I will not fail again, sir," he speaks quickly like a frightened rodent."Of course not, see you never, Steven," I spit, shooting him straight in the chest.His death is quick, he deserved it. I hate that pool of blood that has formed around him, so I call Arkady to clean up the mess and dispose of the body.I remain furious, striking blows from all sides. Damn! With this going wrong, I have to fix it before I return to the United States. I will leave Volkov in charge, the only one who is available and capable of doing things well.Shortly after
A week in which I have not seen his eyes again, seven days of apparent tranquility, have been one hundred and sixty”eight hours that the absence of the wolf has left me with a growing sense of suspense.That's why whenever someone arrives, I fear it might be him. Relief washes over me every time he doesn't turn out to be that man. I've been in the room not knowing what to do, so I start to remember my quiet life in New York City, the moments with my father and Elena; and Grace's antics, which cause so much headache.I think that remembering familiar moments makes me forget that I am here, and there always comes that point when the opposite effect happens. I am aware of how much I miss them, how much I miss them.I need a hug from dad, a kiss on mom's cheek, also the mischievous smiles from my little sister. All of this tightens my chest, it's nostalgia, it's melancholy, it's a feeling that dominates every part of me.Veronika enters, the maid, she is also taciturn, at least with me she
Release my ankles and wrists from oppressive imprisonment. But it hasn't ended hell. She picks up what she left half done, dresses quickly, but I'm still naked. She pulls my arm and makes me walk to the wall. I'm on my back and I'm just tremblingly waiting for the blows. She's going to whip me. My legs are already weak, it will hurt.Therefore he lashes me with anger, he does not stop. The sting is unbearable, every part of my back opening with his fury. I can't resist it anymore, the sobs come non”stop, it tears me apart inside and out.So severe that its strength seems supernatural to me.“Please stop, I beg you! “I exclaim lifelessly, the prayer is the only thing that emanates before losing consciousness.“You're going to die, damn! “she roars, sentencing the end.His words come true, in a flash the light has turned into darkness....It burns, it is a living bonfire on my back, it is an inferno eating away at the cracks left by its torture. The abrasion does not attenuate, the algi