INICIAR SESIÓNThe grand ballroom was still filled with the low hum of classical violin music and the quiet clinking of crystal glasses when Sarah and Alexie re-entered from the west corridor.Alexie walked with a proud, measured stride, his broad hand anchored firmly at the small of Sarah’s back. He no longer concealed the possessive flare in his hazel eyes, nor did he make any effort to hide the way his gaze swept over her emerald silk dress whenever she took a step beside him. On her left hand, the diamond ring sparkled brilliantly beneath the golden chandeliers, drawing immediate, subtle whispers from several syndicate wives and regional captains nearby.Before they could take ten steps into the room, a familiar voice cut through the crowd with sharp, decisive authority."Miss Sarah!"Sarah winced softly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips as her older sister strutted toward them through the crowd. Serena Volkov looked every bit the queen of the estate in a sweeping navy floor-length gown, her
The grand mahogany doors of the estate’s private study shut out the ambient hum of the gala down the hall, plunging the room into a heavy, expectant quiet.The study was bathed in the warm, dim glow of a crackling marble fireplace, smelling rich of aged scotch, polished leather, and expensive tobacco. Victor Volkov, the Pakhan of the syndicate, sat behind his massive desk. He had temporarily stepped away from his regional captains and political allies downstairs to review high-priority tactical reports.When the heavy footfalls echoed across the hardwood floor, Victor looked up.Alexie walked into the firelight, dressed in his formal black tuxedo, standing broad, imposing, and entirely unyielding. Beside him, her hand tucked firmly into the crook of his broad arm, was Sarah. The emerald silk of her dress rustled softly with every step, and under the chandelier’s soft light, the flawless emerald-cut diamond on her left ring finger caught the glow, sparkling brilliant and undeniable.Vi
The kiss was raw, furious, and filled with a desperate intensity that made Sarah’s head spin.Alexie’s mouth moved over hers with absolute dominance, claiming her completely until the lingering taste of jealousy vanished from her tongue, replaced entirely by the intoxicating heat of him. Sarah’s fingers untangled from their rigid grip and slid up his broad chest, her nails digging into the lapels of his tuxedo as she surrendered to the dark storm of his passion.When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested against hers, both of them breathing heavily in the cool night air of the terrace. The red mark on his jawline was still faint, a physical testament to the fiery passion that burned between them."You hit hard, krasavitsa," Alexie rasped low, a faint, dangerously handsome smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his hazel eyes searched her face."You deserved it," Sarah whispered back, though her voice lacked any real bite. She reached up with a trembling hand, her soft fin
The annual summer gala hosted by the Volkov syndicate was an exercise in dangerous opulence. Grand chandeliers cast glittering light across the ballroom, where high-ranking captains, regional allies, and influential politicians mingled under the watchful eyes of armed guards disguised in tailored tuxedos.Sarah stood near the grand marble staircase, wearing an emerald-green silk dress that draped gracefully over her curves. Her dark hair was styled in soft waves, and her ocean-blue eyes kept darting across the crowded room, searching for a single, familiar figure.She found him near the eastern balcony, and her heart instantly dropped into her stomach.Alexie was standing in his crisp black tuxedo, looking broad, lethal, and devastatingly handsome. But he wasn't alone.Standing agonizingly close to him was Katya, the sharp, striking daughter of a high-ranking syndicate boss from Moscow. Katya wore a shimmering silver gown with a plunging neckline, her manicured hand resting boldly ove
By Friday evening, the tension between them had reached a boiling point that no amount of stolen kisses in the library could extinguish.The estate was host to a quiet dinner for Victor’s top regional lieutenants. Serena and Sarah had spent the afternoon assisting the estate’s head chef with the preparations, ensuring the dining hall was immaculate. Throughout the evening, Alexie had been on high alert, stationed near the main foyer.Every time Sarah walked past him carrying serving trays or crystal carafes, the air between them grew so thick with unspoken desire that even the surrounding guards seemed subtly uneasy, though none dared question the Pakhan’s right hand.At ten o'clock, with dinner winding down and the lieutenants retiring to the cigar lounge with Victor, Sarah carried a silver tray of empty wine glasses back into the butler's pantry off the formal dining room.The pantry was narrow, lined with floor-to-ceiling mahogany cabinets holding silver, fine china, and linens. It
The Volkov estate was vast, a grand labyrinth of cold marble, soaring archways, and high-security corridors. To the rest of the world, it was an impenetrable fortress built on absolute authority. But to Sarah, over the forty-eight hours following the vault, it had transformed into a thrilling, high-stakes game of shadows, and Alexie was playing to win.Publicly, Alexie remained the stoic, unbreakable lieutenant. He stood at Victor’s right hand during morning security briefings, his face a carved mask of iron discipline, his voice flat and authoritative as he issued orders to the perimeter guards. He barely looked at Sarah when she walked through the dining hall or passed him near the sunroom.To anyone watching, he was the ghost guarding the gates. But Sarah knew better.She felt the heat of his gaze every time her back was turned. She caught the subtle, dark flare in his hazel eyes whenever her silk robe brushed against his trouser leg in the hallways. The sheer restraint he displaye
Innessa woke up with a wince. Her head throbbed in pain as she tried to open her eyes, which was a difficult task, but she was able to open them. For a couple of seconds, she was surrounded by darkness before slowly, her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. Once she noticed the unfamiliar surroundin
Innessa stiffened at the sight of him, but she instantly masked her expression, averting her gaze from him. Her cheeks heated up, recalling last night, and she avoided looking at him. "What would you like to order, sir?" She asked in a calm voice giving nothing away. Why was he particularly in th
Two months passed rather quickly. Innessa completed all the projects and assignments and got amazing grades on all of them. Her life was going smoothly except for the certain someone who wouldn't just back off. Innessa opened the door of her dorm and as expected, there was a rose on the floor wit
Issac was in the club sitting at the bar, sipping on his whiskey. The loud music was nothing but just a fading noise because the voices in his head were far too noisy for him to hear the music. Jasper's words kept racing through his mind. What he saw that night wasn't the truth. Jasper forcefully







