Masuk"I’m… pregnant." Rosa's voice trembled, but her tear-rimmed eyes watched Nikolai hopefully. She expected him to be shocked then rushed forward, cradled her and whispered happily that she had made him the happiest man in the universe... Instead, he stared at her as if she were a stranger speaking a foreign language. Only a cold, unreadable silence as if he hadn't understood what she had just said. "Nikolai, didn't you hear me. I said I'm pregnant!" Imelda stood frozen behind Nikolai, her fingers clutching her apron. She was silently praying that Nikolai wouldn’t fall for this lie. And the way he looked at Rosa now… Yes, he wasn’t swallowing it. Finally, he spoke, his voice cold. "Then," he said quietly, "we will run a test." "What?" Rosa’s smile cracked. "What test?" she asked quickly in disbelief. "Nikolai… you don’t believe me?" "I believe in facts," he replied, stepping past her. "Prepare yourself, we’re going to the doctor, now." Rosa’s heart plummeted and her thr
The gates of the West Villa creaked open, and Nikolai felt a strange shiver crawl down his spine. He hadn’t set foot here since the accident. The villa felt colder than he remembered and the silence was too heavy like he was walking into a life that technically belonged to him, yet felt foreign in every corner. Rosa walked in ahead of him, her heels echoing against the marble tiles. "Finally," she breathed, taking on the serene expensive house. Nikolai's eyes scanned the hallways as fragmented memory crawled up in his head. When he entered his bedroom, he paused. His gaze swept across the neatly arranged space… until it landed in the tall walk-in closet. He pushed the door open, and his brows furrowed together sharply. His suits didn't feel familiar, they were so unlike him. Instead of his usual all black, there were navy ones, deep forest green, and even a white one. A white suit for him, that felt like a joke and he felt something twist inside his chest without knowing why. H
"Understood boss. I'll handle him soon. He hasn't suspected a thing, yet. I'll bring him to you then you can torture him, just like how he did to your son." Isabella's heart hammered so loudly she feared Rosa would hear it. When Rosa’s heels finally faded away down the corridor, she slumped against the wall, sliding down until she was curled on the cold tile floor. "Could she be talking about Nikolai," Isabella thought as a flash of the other night crossed his mind. "But he killed my husband," she whispered and laughed like a maniac. "And you took Nikolai from me, and my crown too, during the gala, so I’ll kill you, then later I'll kill your Nikolai too." Isabella's heart thundered rapidly in her chest as realisation hit her. She stood at the stall, conflicted, her heart screaming at her that she should leave, Nikolai would never warm up to her, but another part of her begged her to stay and protect him from Rosa's evil plan "Oh my god. What is she planning?" she murmured,
Isabella lifted her gaze and cursed under her breath. Not again! She was drained to start another drama. Rosa stood in the doorway, smiling like she owned the entire building, dressed in an elegant white dress that clung to her curves, her hair cascading in perfect curls, flawless makeup … and lips curled into a sickeningly sweet smile. Her red lipstick shone brightly in the morning sun and her perfume filled the air as if she had swum in its pool. Her heels clicked as she stepped inside, tilting her head in victory. "Good morning, Isabella," she said sweetly, clasping her purse in both hands like a queen. "Oh… you look drained. Rough night, huh?" She placed a perfectly manicured hand on the back of one of the chairs and leaned forward, her voice dripping honeyed poison. Isabella forced herself to stand and forced her lips into a polite shape. "Yes, Miss Rosa, this floor is only for the executive, it's out of bounds," she whispered. "Can I help you with anything?" Rosa smil
The next morning, the office felt colder than usual. Isabella could feel it the moment she stepped out of the elevator. She hadn’t slept a wink last night, and her eyes burned from the night she spent crying, staring at her ceiling like it held answers to her problems. She held her handbag and wore a long-sleeved blouse to hide the chain marks on her hand. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her office door, but before she could twist the doorknob... "Isabella," a voice called her out, nearly making her jump. She had arrived earlier in the office and hadn't expected to find anyone in. Staying at home wasn't making it any easier for her, and she couldn't even sleep. She froze at the ice in his voice before slowly turning, almost too slowly, to find Nikolai standing in his doorway, his face unreadable and his eyes sharp and ice-cold. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, trying to look composed even as her throat tightened in fear. "Yes… Sir?" her voice was barely ab
Rosa sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her shoulders trembling, as the doctor tended to her wound. Nikolai sat beside her, holding her other hand trying to calm her down. "Nikolai…" she whispered, leaning into him, clutching his shirt, letting her tears soak into the fabric. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for saving me today. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't show up on time." Nikolai held her quietly, a strange heaviness settling in his chest because even as Rosa cried against his chest, Isabella’s face kept flashing across in his mind. Deep down he could feel this strange feeling that settled in his chest that something wasn't right, only that he couldn’t name it. Rosa glanced up at him, her face tear-stained. "Nikolai…" she choked out, reaching for his sleeve with trembling fingers. "You have to take justice for me. Isabella… she wanted to kill me," she whispered, eyes wide with terror. "Because she knows I’m your wife, but she wants you." Rosa swa
The house had never felt this silent. The sun rose slowly over the horizon, its rays slipping through the curtains. Isabella sat curled up on the couch, in the living room, her legs tucked beneath her on the couch. She absently traced her finger along the rim of a teacup, taking a sip once in a whil
Warning: This chapter contains explicit content, reader discretion is advised. Nikolai didn’t even remember crossing the distance between them, and pulling her down to himself, one second she was standing there, taunting him with that knowing smile, and her curvy hips, and the next, he had her pin
Nikolai hadn’t planned to come home early. But once he was done with the meeting, he grabbed the envelope Roman had just placed on his table and drove home. But when he saw the faint light under the forbidden door, he felt every muscle in his body weaken. For a long second, he just stood there, st
Isabella’s breath trembled as she steadied herself on his lap, her pulse loud in her ears. Nikolai’s arm tightened around her waist, stopping her from moving away. "I told you never to open that door," he said finally, his warm breath tingling her ear, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you ne







