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The soft chirping of birds slowly pulled Serena from sleep.For a few seconds, she remained still beneath the blankets, staring at the ceiling while sleep faded from her body little by little. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in golden streaks, warming the massive bedroom.Quiet.Too quiet.Her brows furrowed slightly as she pushed herself up against the pillows. The other side of the bed was untouched. Thankfully.Serena swallowed and slowly glanced toward the couch; it was empty. Victor was gone.Of course he was.It felt a lot more peaceful in his absence. Because whenever he was near. There was constant pressure, and it felt like she was being watched all the time.Her eyes drifted to the side table, and she paused. The ointment tube sat neatly on the nightstand beside a glass of water. Right where he had left it.Her ankle no longer throbbed painfully. The swelling had reduced significantly overnight.He noticed her pain.Again.Her fingers curled slightly over the blanket.
Get used to it?She glared at his back. Who was he to tell her to get used to things that she didn't want in her life? So cocky of him.And just because he married her, he didn't get the right to impose things on her as if he owned her. And the marriage wasn't a proper marriage to begin with. It was a treaty, a deal. That was it. And she was forced into it, and as much as she knows, he didn't want it in the first place either.She was zoned out, her gaze fixed on his arms as he folded his sleeves. "Seeing something interesting?" He asked, which brought her back to reality. She met his gaze as he jutted his chin towards his veiny arms that looked hot. She realized she was staring at his arms while zoned out."No," she said abruptly, averting her gaze."Liar," he said under his breath, but she heard it.Victor was aware she didn't want to sleep with him on the same bed, though he needed rest, but he had no intention of entertaining her with an argument throughout the night. Walking to t
Her brows furrowed, and she glitched for a second. "Excuse me?" She said curtly."Excused." He said calmly, quietly eating his steak as if nothing had happened.Her lips parted at his audacity, and she glared at him."You're good at what precisely? And what's the provoking part?" She asked, her eyes narrowed and food long forgotten.Victor finally raised his eyes to meet her gaze. You just tasted the meat and made that sound, so you know what I'm good at, and I'm not bothering to answer the other question." He said plainly and began to eat his food again.She glared at him. But the delicious smell of the food didn't let her stay annoyed for long, as she grabbed her knife and fork and began eating the food. It was mind-blowing; she had never had such a tasty steak before. It was so delicious that she finished the whole plate and still eyed more meat.Victor was silently observing her. He didn't say much and ate his food. Once he was done, he waited for her to finish, and as she rested
The sunrays of early morning were a cruel intrusion as they cut through the drapes of Victor's room.She groggily opened her eyes, breathing lightly. She moved a little, her eyes darting to the other side of the bed, which was empty, cold, and untouched. The mere reality that he didn't sleep with her on the same bed brought immense peace to her soul.She couldn't hear a single noise in the whole room except for her breathing.She cautiously tried to sit up and was successful in doing so, but a wince escaped her lips when a sharp pain shot from her ribs to her torso.Inhaling deeply, she got to her feet and ambled into the bathroom.She freshened up, took a warm, relaxing shower, pampered herself, and then wore a bathrobe as she stepped out.There was a knock on the door, and then it slowly opened to reveal two maids."We are here to change your bandages, madame. After that, we'll bring you your breakfast. What would you like to have for breakfast?""Whatever you guys make the best," Se
The morning light did not bring warmth to the Volkov estate; it filtered through the heavy, charcoal curtains of Victor’s master suite in cold, grey shards.Serena lay perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the ornate crown molding of the ceiling.She had glanced around the room, and Victor was nowhere in sight, which brought her a fraction of peace.Every breath was a calculated risk. The bandage around her torso felt like a restrictive serpent, reminding her with every heartbeat that her ribs were held together by little more than gauze and sheer willpower. She was wearing his shirt, the silk was cool and far too large, smelling of the sandalwood and expensive tobacco that defined him. She wasn't okay with the fact that he was the one who changed her clothes. He saw her naked, vulnerable, and covered in bruises. The thought alone made chills run up her spine. This act of his clearly indicated that he has no respect for women at all. And no decency in his bones. Then again, what else co
The silence of the Volkov estate was shattered by the screech of tires against gravel as Alexei brought the armored SUV to a violent halt. Victor didn’t wait for the door to be opened. He lunged out of the vehicle, Serena’s limp body cradled against his chest like a broken porcelain doll.Her head lolled against his shoulder, her skin so pale it was almost translucent under the harsh security lights. Every second she remained unconscious, a cold, unfamiliar dread tightened its grip on Victor’s throat. He didn’t take her to the guest wing. He didn't take her to the room he had assigned her earlier. He bypassed his guards, his boots thundering against the marble stairs, and kicked open the double doors to his own master suite.He laid her down in the center of his massive, charcoal-sheeted bed. She looked tiny there, a splash of white silk and dark hair against the masculine shadows of his world.The doctor, a sharp-eyed woman named Dr. Arisov who had served the Volkov family for decades







