LOGINLeo Vance's quiet life as a struggling artist is about to be irrevocably altered. When his mother, Eleanor, announces her engagement to a formidable multi-billionaire, Leo is thrust into the glittering, ruthless world of New York’s elite. Arthur Volkov is a man whose old money Russian empire is vast and feared, and his two identical twin sons, Dmitri and Ivan, are known to be just as dangerous. Weeks before this life-altering news, Leo had a single, unforgettable night with a mysterious stranger. The passion was undeniable, a raw, masculine intensity that left him shaken and ashamed, but he fled, convinced it was a one-time, sinful fantasy. Imagine his horror when he discovers his one-night stand isn't just a celebrity, he's Dmitri Volkov, the cold, calculating heir to Arthur's legacy. The forbidden attraction, further complicated by his own denial of his sexuality and the step-sibling proximity, is instantaneous and potent. But it's not just Dmitri who sees him; his identical twin, Ivan, charming, seductive, and equally possessive, also begins to stake his claim. Leo is terrified of the consequences, knowing that if his mother discovers their affair, it will ruin everything. He desperately wants to reject the life, the lust, and the two men who are dismantling his self-denial. He longs for an escape, but the Volkov twins are unwilling to let him go. They want him all to themselves, a shared obsession that traps him in a gilded cage.
View MoreThe fever had left me weak, but my mind was sharper than it had been in weeks. I was sitting out on the balcony attached to my room, wrapped in a thick cardigan despite the afternoon heat. I just needed to feel the fresh air. I was tired of the smell of medicine and the sterile scent of the vents.The sliding glass door creaked open. I didn't turn around. I knew it was Ivan by the weight of his footsteps. He didn't say anything at first. He just walked to the railing and stood there, looking out over the manicured gardens of the estate."You should be resting," he said eventually. His voice wasn't demanding, just quiet."I am resting," I replied. "I'm sitting down. I’m breathing. That counts."Ivan leaned his elbows on the railing. He looked tired. He had traded his usual suit jacket for a dark sweater, and his hair wasn't perfectly styled for once. He looked more human like this, which made what I was about to ask feel even more dangerous."Ivan," I said, looking at his profile. "How
It started with a dull ache in the back of my throat. By the time the sun went down, my bones felt like they were made of lead. I tried to sit up to reach for the glass of water on my nightstand, but the room tilted violently to the left. I gave up and sank back into the pillows, shivering despite the heavy blankets.The door pushed open quietly. I didn't have to look to know who it was. The twins always seemed to know when something was wrong."You didn't come down for dinner," Ivan said. He walked over to the bed and pressed the back of his hand against my forehead. He hissed through his teeth. "You’re burning up, Leo.""I’m just tired," I muttered, though my voice sounded like sandpaper."You’re more than tired," Dmitri said, appearing on the other side of the bed. He was already holding a digital thermometer. "Open up."I obeyed, too weak to argue. The device beeped a few seconds later."One hundred and three," Dmitri announced, his face tightening with worry. "I’ll call Dr. Aris.
I woke up with a plan. If the twins wouldn't tell me the truth, I would find it myself. I waited until I heard the familiar sound of their cars leaving the driveway. Once the house settled into its usual morning rhythm, I sat down at my desk and opened my laptop.I wanted to find more than just a grainy photo of a fire. I wanted to know about the lawsuits, the rumors, and the connections between the Moretti family and the Volkovs that weren't printed in the official biographies.I typed "Volkov business controversy" into the search bar. The screen flickered for a second, and then a message appeared: No results found. Please check your spelling.I frowned. That was impossible. Even the most squeaky-clean billionaires had a few bad press cycles. I tried a different approach. I searched for the name of the judge who had handled my father’s estate.Access Denied. This site is restricted by your network administrator.I felt a chill run down my spine. I tried a news site I visited every da
I couldn't stop thinking about the word. Fire. It was a simple enough word, but in the context of my father’s life, it felt like a physical weight sitting in the middle of my chest. I spent the next morning sitting at the small desk in my room, staring out at the gardens. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Sebastian’s whisper.I waited until I heard the heavy front door slam, signaling that Ivan and Dmitri had left for the office. Only then did I open my laptop. My hands were shaking as I typed the words into the search bar. Ascendant Arts.At first, nothing came up. There were dozens of companies with similar names—marketing firms, graphic design studios, even a dance school. I scrolled through pages of results, my heart sinking. Maybe Sebastian had lied to me. Maybe he just wanted to watch me scramble for ghosts.Then I tried searching for my father’s name alongside the company. That’s when the first link appeared. It was an old news archive from twenty years ago. The headline was
I didn't think I would be able to sleep at all after Dmitri left my room. The weight of the watch on my wrist felt like a physical anchor, keeping me pinned to the mattress. But eventually, the exhaustion of the day won. I drifted off into a sleep that felt more like falling down a well than restin
The afternoon was slipping away, and the house was becoming a whirlwind of activity. I stayed in my room for as long as I could, trying to avoid the staff who were carrying garment bags and polishing shoes. I felt like a ghost in my own home. After what happened with the delivery driver this mornin
The drive back to the estate didn't happen right away. Ivan had been stopped by a group of investors near the exit, and Dmitri had been pulled into a corner by a woman who looked like she held the keys to half the city's real estate. For the first time all night, their grip loosened just enough for
The morning didn't feel like a new beginning. It felt like a continuation of the night before. I woke up caught between Ivan and Dmitri, the room filled with the smell of expensive soap and the silence of a house that was waiting for us to move. They didn't leave my side while I got ready. Two tail






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