LOGINHello there, my lovely readers. Thank you so much for navigating this story with me 💖. How are you liking the book so far? Do you have any suggestions? What about our dear characters, Isabella and Nikolai, are they up to your liking? Stay tuned, something big is coming up..
Isabella stood in the middle of the bedroom, one hand pressed over her heart, staring at the decorations she’d been arranging for the past hour. Balloons floated gently near the ceiling, soft white and pale gold. Roses were spread across the bed, their petals arranged carefully around a small wooden box that held the pregnancy test and the ultrasound she had received from the hospital. Her fingers trembled slightly. Behind her, Imelda stepped forward, wiping her hands on her apron with an embarrassed smile. "The room looks beautiful," she said softly. "He’ll truly love it." Isabella turned to face her, her eyes wide and sparkling. "Really? I mean... he might think it’s stupid." "Nonsense," Imelda said and shook her head. "This is the happiest news of your life. And his too." She placed her hand on Isabella’s shoulder caringly. "Nikolai has always wanted to have a family again. Ever since…" she trailed off gently as if contemplating whether to continue "... he lost his wife and da
The road blurred past Nikolai as he drove into the city, the engine growling under his grip. He wasn’t sure how fast he was going, not like he cared anyway. The thought of his father on that day stuck to him like glue. Only if he hadn't asked him to take him out that day maybe he'd still be alive... Everything was his fault! Ten minutes later, he pulled over into a narrow alley behind his usual bar. He pushed the car door open and stepped out, adjusting his jacket, then glanced around to confirm it was safe. Inside, the bar was nearly empty. Just a few regulars hunched over their drinks and a bartender, who didn't look familiar, not like he cared anyway. "Whiskey," Nikolai said taking a stool beside the bar, he didn't bother sitting in his VIP section. Nikolai didn’t notice the bartender’s fingers linger on the edge of a bottle longer than necessary, as he slipped something into the whiskey unnoticed. The glass was filled in an instant as several more bottles were placed befo
The sun was almost setting when Nikolai stepped out of the black SUV. The mansion before him had always felt unwelcoming, ever since his childhood. Nothing had changed many years later, it was still the same. Roman waited beside him. "Boss, are you sure you want to go in alone?" Nikolai didn’t bother replying. He dipped his hands in his pants pockets and walked through to the entrance without looking back. Two guards stood at attention at the entrance. They bowed as Nikolai passed. Nikolai ascended the stairs and headed straight to the study, and without knocking he stepped inside. Sergei’s head snapped up instantly, his eyes darkening at the sudden intrusion. "Did I invite you in?" he growled, slamming his palm on the desk. "You think because you carry my name you can walk into my study without knocking?" Nikolai didn't even spare him a glance, instead, he walked to the chair opposite him, "You called for me?" Sergei was seated behind a large oak desk, his greying hair sl
In a conference room, the scent of cigar smoke filled the air. A long mahogany table stood in the middle of the room, lined with men in dark suits. At the head of the table was Nikolai Volkov, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His fingers rested lightly on the table, his rings catching the faint light from the chandelier. Around him were Roman and a few of the most powerful underbosses from the Eastern European territories. Nikolai glanced at Roman and gestured for him to go ahead. Roman cleared his throat first, adjusting the folder in front of him. "The final decision on the coastal port project came through this morning," he began, his voice cautious. Nikolai didn’t look up immediately. He took a slow sip of whiskey, his eyes fixed on the table. "And?" Roman hesitated, sweat drops forming on his forehead. "We lost the bid, sir." For a second, murmurs and commotion erupted across the table.. "If he lost a multimillion-dollar deal then he's not worth being our bo
Isabella sat quietly on her bed, her face buried in the pillow lying on her lap. The room was dim; she hadn’t bothered to draw the curtains or switch on the lights after returning from the hospital. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying. The image she was trying to forget kept replaying in her head over and over again. Nikolai walking out of the hospital with a woman, her hand intertwined around his arm, made her heart shatter into a million pieces. On the other hand, the doctor’s voice still rang faintly in her head, "Congratulations, Miss Isabella. You’re expecting triplets." That felt like a death sentence! Her hand trembled as she clutched the folded hospital report to her chest, unwilling to let it go as fresh tears spilt down her face unrestrained. A soft knock came at the door snapping her back, and Imelda’s voice called gently from outside. "Miss Isabella? Can you hear me? Are you alright, dear?" Isabella quickly brushed her tears from her face with the back of her
Isabella crept down the hallway barefoot, afraid she might alert the guards. Her heart pounded in her chest as she descended the staircase slowly. Imelda had left for her weekly shopping errand an hour ago, leaving her all alone in the house. Isabella paused in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection, uneasiness etched on her face. She tugged at the hem of the plain janitor uniform she had found in Imelda's closet, making sure her long hair was tied and tucked neatly under a cap. The disguise was essential because she couldn’t risk the guards noticing her slipping out of the villa. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the collar. "It’s nothing, Bella. Just a checkup," she told herself, though the tight knot in her stomach refused to loosen. She was battling against the panic curling in her chest. The gate guards lounged near the entrance, chatting quietly among themselves. Isabella slowed, holding her breath as she ducked behind a nearby hedge. Timing it perfectly







