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It is the truth

مؤلف: Starlight
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-10 18:38:00

Viktor pov.

The hot, humid air of Mexico wrapped around me like a thick, suffocating blanket as I stood at the edge of the warehouse, watching the workers unload the shipment.

It was supposed to be a simple operation. Get in, oversee the goods, and leave without incident. Of course, nothing ever went as planned. Not in my world. Not when the stakes were this high.

Ty skazal by, chto vse budet legko. (You’d think it would be easy.) But I knew better. My life was always tangled in
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  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   I can prove what I am saying

    Viktor pov.The room was deathly silent. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace—it was the calm before a storm. I stood at the center of it, my presence heavy, commanding. Around me, faces flickered between rage and confusion. And Anya—my kukolka—knelt on the cold marble, clutching her trembling hands as if holding herself together.I should have felt anger, and I did, but it was layered with something far worse—doubt. Was she telling the truth? My instincts warred with logic. Instinct told me to trust her, but logic whispered she’d betrayed me. She looked up at me, her tear-streaked face raw with desperation. “Viktor,” she began, her voice trembling but determined, “I can prove what I’m saying.” Irina scoffed from behind me. “Enough of this nonsense,” she snapped, her voice like the crack of a whip. “This girl is wasting our time. Her lies will only drag you down further. She needs to be eliminated.” “Babushka, zatknis’,” (Grandmother, shut

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   He’d kill her, Viktor

    Anya pov.The air in the hall was suffocating, heavy with judgment and the weight of Viktor’s fury. I knelt on the cold marble floor, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would break through my ribs. Every pair of eyes in the room was on me, their silence more terrifying than any shout or accusation.Viktor stood towering above me, the embodiment of power and anger. His icy blue eyes burned with a fire I’d never seen before, and his grip on the folder trembled slightly—just enough for me to catch. He was holding himself together by a thread, and I knew that thread was about to snap.“”Skazhite im,” he growled, his voice low but deadly. (Tell them.)His Russian was sharper now, slicing through the room like a blade.“I didn’t do anything,” I said, my voice cracking. It was the truth, but I could see it in his eyes—he didn’t believe me.The man I’d spent months trying to understand, the man who had let me see the pain behind his cold exterior, was g

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   This is the price of trust

    Viktor pov.The walls of my office were suffocating, shadows creeping in from every corner. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the table, untouched. It had no effect anymore—not after Vlan. His death gnawed at me relentlessly, sharp and unforgiving. “Vlan… otets,” I muttered, my voice hoarse. (Father.) That’s what he’d been to me in every way that mattered. And now, he was gone—stripped from me by enemies who thought they could outmaneuver me. The pills sat on the desk, I grabbed the bottle, shaking two into my hand. The bitterness burned down my throat as I swallowed them dry.It didn’t matter. What mattered was vengeance. A knock interrupted the stillness. My muscles tensed. “Come in,” I barked, my voice colder than I intended. Yuvi entered, his face grim. His expression told me everything—he wasn’t here for pleasantries. In his hands was a folder, thick with papers I didn’t want to see. “Pakhan,” he started, tone cautious, “

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   I couldn't stop thinking about Viktor

    Anya pov.The mansion felt different after Vlan’s death, as if the walls themselves were mourning. It was quieter, heavier. I wandered through the halls, trying to shake the unease that had settled deep in my chest. But no matter how hard I tried, the feeling wouldn’t leave. I found myself drifting toward the quieter parts of the house—the ones no one seemed to use. Maybe I needed space to think, or maybe I was just looking for something, anything, that could make sense of the chaos Viktor’s world had thrown me into. It was in one of those halls that I heard the voice. “…his strength finally snapped. We’ll see how long it takes for him to crumble.” I froze. The voice belonged to Anton. He was speaking in hushed tones, his back to me, phone pressed to his ear. My heart started to race. Those words—they felt loaded, dangerous. Anton paused, listening to whoever was on the other end of the line. Then he muttered something I couldn’t cat

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   I wasn't going to give up

    Anya pov.The mansion had its own way of holding secrets. The walls whispered things when no one was looking—words you weren’t meant to hear but couldn’t ignore. That morning, as I lingered near Viktor’s study, the low rumble of voices reached me. “…you can’t afford sentiment,” Yuvi was saying. His voice was sharp, like a blade slicing through the air. “Not now. Especially not for her.” For me. I froze, my fingers gripping the edge of the wall. My stomach knotted as shame burned through me. “She’s not your problem, Yuvi,” Viktor replied, his tone colder than I’d ever heard it. “I’ll handle her.” Handle me? What did that mean? I felt my chest tighten, their conversation pressing down like an anchor. Yuvi didn’t back down. “You’re distracted. Don’t deny it. You think Boris won’t notice? That he won’t use it against you?” “Enough.” Viktor’s voice dropped, low and deadly. “Do your job, and I’ll do mine.” The scrape of a chair made

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   There are no cracks

    Viktor pov.The room felt like a pressure cooker. Every man in my inner circle sat around the table, faces grim, tension thick enough to choke on. I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin, forcing myself to appear calm even though fury roiled in my chest. Yuvi spoke first, his tone clipped. “Whoever did this wanted to send a message, Pakhan. They know Vlan was more than just a consigliere to you.” My jaw clenched. “It’s not about the message. It’s about the cowardice. Execution-style? At the docks? They didn’t even have the decency to look him in the eyes.” “Or maybe,” Yuvi continued, his dark eyes meeting mine, “they wanted you to feel the sting. They think you’re weak now. Exposed.” I let out a low growl, slamming my palm onto the table. “Do I look weak to you, Yuvi? Does anyone here think I’m exposed?” No one answered. Silence fell over the room like a heavy blanket. Yuvi finally broke it. “It’s not about what we think

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   Curiosity killed the cat

    Anya pov.Trust me to be as curious as a cat, I hated being confined to a particular spot, and that morning I knew I had to satisfy my libido.I haven't explored half of the mansion and today was the day. I’d spent weeks confined to my designated space, always under watch, always careful.

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   Whatever game Anya was playing, I was already loosing

    Viktor povI stood by the window in my study, the soft hum of conversation from the party still lingering in the halls. The night had ended, but my mind was far from quiet.Anya.Her name rested at the edge of every thought, like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Watching her tonight—cloake

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   Fear is dangerous

    Anya pov.The phone felt heavy in my hand as I stared at it. The scheduled call with Boris was minutes away, and my stomach churned with a mix of guilt and dread. Every word I spoke to him felt like I was pulling at a thread, unraveling everything I’d built—or pretended to. I glanc

  • She's Viktor Romanov’s   She's just another pawn, Vlan.

    Viktor pov.Anya was becoming a problem. Not in the obvious way—she wasn’t defiant, loud, or careless. No, it was subtler than that, and more dangerous because of it. She was too composed, too cautious, and yet, somehow, too genuine. It was almost as if she didn’t know how much danger sh

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