LOGINInnessa was in the class when she heard the girl whispering while glancing at her. It was so obvious they were talking about her.
She ignored them and focused on the notes. A week has passed since Henry cornered her at the stairs. The wound on her neck itched sometimes, but it was healing. She was sure that it would leave a scar. For now, every day she covered it with Band-Aids.
Luckily, Henry and his goons hadn't bothered her since that day, and she believed they didn't talk to Issac or ask him anything because things were going fine and smoothly.
The only weird thing was the looks she was getting from the students for the past two days. Some looked at her in pure wonderment, while others seemed scared of her. She didn't pay much attention to it, but it was getting out of hand to the point where she thought there was something on her face all the time.
Elena stepped into the class, and her eyes darted to Innessa. She quickly hurried over to her and took the empty seat beside her.
Elena stared at Innessa with wide eyes as if trying to figure something out.
"What?"
"Did you hear the rumors?"
"What rumors?"
"Everyone is saying you're dating Issac Knight from the business department," Elena said.
Innessa stiffened; her eyes widened slightly before she masked her expression. How was this possible? Maybe Henry let the word out so he could confirm if it was true or not.
She lied because she didn't want Henry and his goons to come after her again.
"Yes," Innessa said, and Elena's eyes widened.
"For real?" she asked, shocked.
"Why do you look so shocked about it?" Innessa asked with a little frown.
Elena abruptly shut her mouth and cleared her throat.
"I'm not shocked. It's just that's pretty big news."
"Why?"
"You... You look so innocent to be his girlfriend-" Elena abruptly sealed her lips.
"What do you mean?" Innessa asked, muddled.
"It's nothing, I'm happy for you. Thanks to your boyfriend, Henry won't bother you again. How long have you guys been dating?"
"A... A week," She stuttered.
"Cool. Please don't mind, but I hope you do know what type of guy Issac is," Elena said.
"Of course, I know. He's very kind and caring. Such a gentleman," she said, and Elena gaped at her, dumbfounded.
"I... I see," Elena said.
The professor stepped into the class, and Innessa thanked God for it as Elena got distracted by the lecture.
Innessa couldn't help but worry about this whole ordeal. This explains why everyone gave her the looks, but why was it such big news? Can't they be dating? Was dating a taboo in this academy?
She just hoped these rumors wouldn't reach Mr. Knight because if he denied it, then not only Henry, but Issac Knight would also become her enemy.
After classes, she had her food in the cafeteria with Elena. She noticed Henry sitting in the corner, glaring at her. It was obvious he wanted to come over and bully her, but her fake boyfriend's fear was stopping him.
Innessa felt she should talk to her oblivious Knight in shining armor and let him in on what was happening. But she was scared. What if he had a girlfriend? If his girlfriend finds out about these rumors, there'll be a huge mess because of her lies.
After the classes, she was heading to work when her way was blocked by Henry. He wasn't wearing any mask this time, and thank God, there were students around them.
"It's been a week," he said as she stayed rooted to her spot, though her body wanted to step back.
"What do you want?" she asked calmly, hugging the books to her chest tightly. She was scared of him; just the sight of him made her wound throb in pain.
"To make your life hell. How many times am I supposed to tell you that?" he said, annoyed.
Innessa didn't say anything. The dude was insane. Why was he even majoring in psychology? So, he could make people crazy like him?
"I didn't see you with your boyfriend ever. Why is that?" Henry asked with narrowed eyes, and her heart dropped.
"I... It's because we decided to keep our relationship private," she said, averting her gaze from him.
Innessa wasn't a good liar. She was always taught to speak the truth, and lying was considered a sin. But she didn't have any other option.
"Private?" He chuckled darkly. Giving her once over, he quietly walked away from there.
Innessa hurried to the cafe where she worked. After work, she headed back to the dorm. She changed her clothes and freshened up when her phone dinged with a message from Darla.
'Come over, we are having pizza.'
Innessa went to their dorm, and the girls had pizza while watching a movie. Scarlett was working hard on her project, and she refused to take their help.
Darla told them about the party her friend was hosting in the club a few blocks away. Darla was invited, so she wanted to take Scarlett and Innessa with her.
She said she'd only go if both of them went with her, so they agreed.
The next day after work, she got ready. Innessa wore a beautiful dress that reached just above her knees. It was flowy below the waist and fitted on the upper body, it had full sleeves, and the burgundy color looked good on her.
She had a half-up-half-down ponytail hairstyle. Innessa did a little bit of her makeup, some tint on her cheeks, and lips, and some mascara.
Grabbing her bag, she put on her heels and stepped out of the dorm with the card key.
Scarlett and Darla stepped out looking gorgeous as ever.
Innessa noticed a tattoo on Scarlett's thigh, which was slightly visible when she raised her foot to adjust her heels.
"You look gorgeous," Darla complimented Innessa, who mumbled a small thank you.
Innessa booked a cab, and when it arrived, Darla said she had forgotten something at the dorm. She told them to go, saying she'd be right behind them. Innessa offered to wait for her, but she told them to go. The girls took the cab to the club, and they headed inside. Innessa was excited.
The place was blasting with music as they made their way to the sitting area near the bar. She recognized a few of the students from her department.
"Can't we just have a ladies' party where no men are present?" Scarlett grumbled, sitting on the couch beside her.
"You look so pretty, Innessa," Scarlett complimented her, making the girl smile.
"Thank you," she said. Innessa didn't consider herself the most beautiful person, but she did consider herself a little bit pretty.
Darla showed up after some time. They ordered juice and were having a good time in their own space.
A group of girls came over to them. They were Darla's friends. They took her away, so now it was just Scarlett and Innessa. "I want to dance so badly," Scarlett whined.
"Then go ahead," Innessa smiled.
"No. Not when there are so many men around," She grumbled, pulling to her feet and excusing herself as she went to the restroom.
Sometimes it felt like Scarlett hated men.
Innessa was enjoying herself. She felt a bit rebellious because she never went to a club. This was her first time. Her parents never allowed her back then. She wasn't proud to be in the club at the moment, but it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. She was just having some fun sitting and watching the people dance while she was having her juice.
She wanted to dance, but the girl didn't want unwanted attention on her. She'll dance in her dorm alone to her favorite song.
"My. My. What a pretty surprise!" A hand on her shoulder had her flinching as she jumped to her feet to find Henry standing behind her.
He rounded the couch, standing in front of her.
"Where's your boyfriend, Innessa?" He taunted, smirking at her.
"H... He went to the restroom," She blurted.
"Lies. Lies. You were sitting here with two girls. Isaac was nowhere near you ever since you stepped here. Why are you lying? Do you remember what I told you? I'll make your life miserable," He spat and motioned at his friend, who smirked, walking over to her. Her heart dropped as she stumbled a few steps back, but when he charged at her, she didn't wait a single second before dashing out of there.
Tears pricked the back of her eyes when she ran out of the random back door and hobbled out into the alley.
Her eyes darted to a man standing at some distance. He was smoking. In the dimly lit place, her eyes met with the cognac brown hues that were already fixed on her.
It was him!
Without another thought, she scrambled in his direction, hoping that he'd save her like that night.
Just when she was about to reach him, her ankle sprained. A shriek of pain tore through her lips, and she crashed into him.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and the man pulled her to his sturdy chest, steadying her.
Innessa grabbed his jacket in her fists as her teary eyes met his dark gaze.
In that fleeting second, she noticed his scent. Rich Cologne mixed with the musky smell of leather and cigarettes.
"P... Please," She breathed shakily. The back door slammed open, and her eyes darted in that direction, finding Henry with his goons.
Her heart sank as she stepped closer, pressing herself into him unintentionally.
"C... Can you please pretend to be my boyfriend?" She pleaded, looking into his eyes.
Ever so smoothly, he brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling and then letting out a drag of smoke up in the air as she stared at his adams apple.
In those fleeting seconds, even she was terrified of him. His aura. It was dark.
Innessa let go of his jacket and tried to step back, but his arm around her waist kept her flush to his chest.
Tipping his head down, he scrutinized her as a rogue strand adorned his forehead.
With his gaze still locked with hers. Using his middle finger and thumb, he shoved the cigarette in their direction, and they came to a screeching halt in front of her.
Henry stepped forward as he glared at Innessa.
"We don't want to fight. Just hand her over," Henry said, causing her heart to gallop to her mouth.
One wrong word from his mouth and she was done for.
"You want me to hand over my girl?"
The grand corridors of the Volkov estate were steeped in a profound, heavy silence, but inside Victor’s chest, a storm raged, wild, possessive, and entirely unyielding.He moved through the marble halls with long, deliberate strides, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark trousers. On the surface, he was still the Pakhan, the ruthless sovereign who had reduced the Moretti syndicate to ash and brought the regional underworld to its knees in a single night. But behind the icy blue resolve of his eyes, his mind belonged entirely to one person.Serena.The mere sound of her name echoing in his head felt like a dark, intoxicating fever. Victor had spent his entire life mastering control. He had trained his heartbeat to remain steady in the face of death, built an empire out of absolute discipline, and viewed emotion as a fatal flaw in a dangerous world. But Serena had shattered every defense he possessed without firing a single bullet.He was smitten, completely, helplessly, an
The golden hour sun bathed the estate’s private courtyard in a deep, honey-colored light, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The dark storm clouds from the previous nights were long gone, leaving behind a sky of crisp, clear sapphire.In the center of the courtyard sat a wrought-iron table laid out with late-afternoon tea, fresh pastries, and bowls of bright summer berries. For the first time in memory, the oppressive silence of the Volkov estate was broken not by low, tense whispers of syndicate business, but by the sweet sound of clear, unrestrained laughter.Sarah leaned back in her plush chair, a blanket draped over her knees, her cheeks flushed with a healthy, vibrant color. She was laughing so hard at a story Serena was telling that she had to set her teacup down to keep from spilling it."He didn't!" Sarah gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at her sister."I swear he did!" Serena laughed, her ocean-blue eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated joy. She reached over,
By mid-afternoon, the heavy tension of the council briefing had completely dissipated, replaced by a quiet serenity that the Volkov estate had never seen before.The glass doors of the grand sunroom were pushed wide open, allowing a cool, pine-scented breeze to sweep across the polished marble floors. Outside, the rain-washed grounds glistened beneath the clear blue sky.Sarah sat on a plush, cream-colored sofa, wrapped in a soft cashmere throw. The pale, ghost-like terror that had masked her face in the cellar was finally giving way to faint color in her cheeks. Dr. Vance had changed her bandages earlier, assuring Serena that with proper rest and nutrition, her sister’s physical wounds would heal without a trace.Serena sat beside her, carefully setting a porcelain cup of chamomile tea into Sarah’s hands."Careful, it's hot," Serena whispered gently, her fingers lingering over Sarah's wrapped knuckles.Sarah took a slow sip, letting the steam warm her face. She looked around the sunr
The morning sun filtered through the sheer silk drapes of the master suite, casting long, golden ribbons of light across the plush king-sized bed. The room was an absolute sanctuary, quiet, warm, and vast, a stark contrast to the damp, iron-scented cellar that had bound her nightmares for months.Serena lay tangled in the high-thread-count sheets, the heavy wool blanket pulled over her bare shoulders. Victor was still asleep beside her, his massive arm draped possessively across her waist, pinning her against the solid heat of his chest. His breathing was slow, deep, and steady, the rare, quiet stillness of a Pakhan who had finally eliminated every threat to his empire.Serena rested her palm over his scarred forearm, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his ribs beneath her touch.It's over.The words echoed in her mind, sending a quiet, shuddering ripple through her chest.Lorenzo was dead. The Moretti syndicate, the rotten foundation of her entire life, had been reduced to ash ben
The soft moan that tore from Serena’s lips echoed against the wet marble walls of the bath, drowned out only by the quiet hum of the steaming water.Victor didn't slow his touch. Hearing her surrender to him, hearing her voice break softly in the space between them, only inflamed the dark, possessive fire burning in his blood. He deepened his grip, his large, calloused hands kneading the full weight of her breasts, his thumbs rolling rhythmically over her sensitive peaks until she was arching her back against his chest, gasping for air."You like when I touch you like this, Tigritsa?" Victor rasped near her ear, his deep Russian accent heavy with raw, unadulterated desire. His hot breath brushed over her wet neck, sending electric shivers cascading down her spine. "Even after everything... your body still knows who it belongs to.""Victor... please," Serena whimpered, her hands reaching down into the warm water to clasp at his forearms. She couldn't tell if she was begging him to stop
The quiet of the Volkov estate was heavy, almost suffocating, after the violent chaos of the night.In the guest wing of the mansion, Dr. Vance, the Volkov family’s private physician, finished wrapping the clean white bandages around Sarah’s wrists. He worked with quiet, practiced efficiency, applying a soothing salve to the brutal bruises left by the zip-ties and assessing her minor injuries before administering a mild sedative to help her rest.Serena sat on the edge of the plush mattress, never letting go of her sister’s trembling hand. She stroked Sarah’s soft hair, whispering low, reassuring words until the medicine finally took hold. Sarah’s breathing slowed into a deep, peaceful rhythm, her pale face relaxing into sleep for the first time in days.Serena pulled the heavy comforter up to Sarah's chin, lingering for a long moment to ensure she was truly safe, before standing up and quietly stepping out into the hallway.Down in the primary security hub, Victor stood over the slee
Innessa drowned in her assignment. Once done with it, she was so tired that she plopped on the bed face-first. She was hungry, but she didn't have any strength to cook anything. She got an electric stove and some crockery with a little grocery with her first salary. So, she often has midnight snac
Innessa blinked at him, surprised before she realized what he meant. Her eyes lowered shyly as she bobbed her head. His jaw ticked. He wanted it to be him, but he was so f*cking insecure in this matter because he knew she would never date him. "Who is it?" He asked, voice dark and cold. "I... I'
"Are you guys ready?" Innessa asked the girls who were getting ready."I still need to do my hair and makeup," Scarlett said from inside."Is your friend here to pick you up?" Darla asked."Yeah, he's waiting downstairs," Innessa said, staring at the girls who weren't ready."Why don't you go with
Innessa stepped into the church wearing a knee-length, flowy zinc dress. Her hair was in an elegant ponytail. Walking along the aisle, she paused in front of the cross. Her brows furrowed, and surprise washed over her features when she noticed a familiar person standing ahead of her. His broad sho







