로그인Nikolai's POVI felt Valentina's hand tense against mine the moment Bianca reached us. She hid it well, better than she thought she did but I'd spent a lifetime reading the small things people tried to bury, and she hadn't buried this deep enough."Two minutes," Bianca said, already turning, already assuming I'd follow because when it came to her, I always did.I glanced at Valentina once before I did. She held herself still, chin level, the picture of composure but I caught the flicker underneath it. Whatever this was to her, it wasn't nothing.I walked off anyway. There were things I needed from Bianca more than I needed to manage my wife's imagination.Bianca led me to the far end of the balcony, out of earshot of the crowd, and once we were alone, the practiced smile fell away. This was the Bianca I actually did business with."You look tense," she said."I look the same as always.""Mm. Maybe I know you too well." She leaned against the railing, city lights behind her. "Maximill
Valentina's POV The dress was too much. That was my first thought, standing in front of the mirror, watching the woman in dark red silk stare back at me like a stranger."You look like you're about to be sick," Isabella said from the doorway, arms crossed, amusement flickering at the corner of her mouth."I might be.""Don't. Not tonight." She crossed the room and adjusted a pin in my hair with more gentleness than her tone suggested. "Tonight you smile, you stay close to him, and you say almost nothing. The less you say, the less they can use."They. I didn't ask who. I was starting to understand who. I moved through the stairs, heading outside.Nikolai was waiting by the car when I came down, and for a moment he didn't say anything at all. He just looked at me the way he looked at everything, like he was calculating something and hadn't decided if he liked the answer."You'll do," he said finally and I pressed my lips together faintly. What did that mean?We headed to the car and a
Valentina's POV I let out a silent exhale as I took my trembling hands to the door and the voice I had practically adjusted to over three days answered. “Come in.”I pushed the door open tentatively, my eyes darting around the room carefully, until I found him, steps away, seated on a sofa, looking over his arm.“You called for me,” I muttered and I almost cussed at how weak my voice sounded. Perhaps it was fear or because I fainted earlier, I couldn't decide. When an answer didn't come, I looked around.Nikolai's room was exactly like I would have predicted. Dark wood, low lighting, everything in shades of black and grey that swallowed sound. It was far different from my father's room. Perhaps that was the difference between a man that commanded rooms and a man who wanted to belong.“Step forward,” Nikolai commanded and I walked towards him. When I finally faced him, I almost gasped at what he was doing. The flesh of his left arm was torn, and he was stitching it himself.“You… you
Valentina's POV I was still sobbing when I heard the loud bang on the table. I jerked, raising my head only to find Isa staring at me, a hand on the table. “Shall I also wear them for you?”My gaze finally fell on the materials that made the loud bang. A combat attire with shoes sat on the table. “What…”“Get into them princess. It's time for you to train.”I blinked. “Train,” my voice was barely audible. “For what?”“For war,” Isa rolled her eyes. “When you meet the Don tonight, you ask him but now, get into these.”“I don't want to.”Isa let out a silent exhale and grabbed the materials. I thought she was heading out but instead she walked towards me. “You don't have a choice, princess. If it weren't for me and the don, you wouldn't be here to make a choice.”“Remember the bullet came for you.”I froze, remembering the horrifying scene at the church. How Nikolai had shielded me as we ducked behind a table. How bullets rained in different directions, scattering glasses. Nikolai had
Nikolai's POVOutside, Elias Nararro was waiting, serving the function of being the one managing the security of my estate. “Your role is about to change.” I said as we strode across the hallway.“I am aware, Don.”I paused to look at him as he gave a small bow, “you will treat her with dignity. Teach her every skill she needs to survive in this world, Elias. I want her fully trained.”“Understood boss,” Elias answered and I nodded as I continued my steps. One reason why Elias was the master security for my estate? He could easily blend in with his golden retriever energy. A man who was brutally efficient when necessary and someone that could go from playful to lethal in seconds.That was exactly what my new bride needed.That woman popped in my face the next second, the fear in her eyes as she was stark chest naked. She still had a lot to learn.“Don't tell me that guy is the one groaning in pain,” I murmured as we finally reached my perfectly carved dungeon amidst the loud groan.
Valentina's POV Marbles stretched beneath my feet, smooth and shiny under the warm chandelier lights above. The walls were lined with dark wood and expensive artwork while the high ceiling managed to make everything grand and intimidating.This was a fortress and I was already caged in.There was no escape for me.At the thought, a chill ran down my spine and Isa turned to me at once. “Scared, princess?”“I'm no princess,” I scoffed as I looked around the mansion, “I am Valentina.”Isa only shrugged as she grabbed my hand, leading me through the various hallways. “Where are you taking me?” My voice was barely audible as exhaustion was wearing over me, “where do I sleep tonight?”Isa stopped in her steps immediately and turned to me. “With the Don.”“What?” My eyes widened as I pulled out of her grip. My heart thumped inside of my chest as I shook my head, “no. I will not. I'll not do that. I'll not do anything with him. I do not want this!”Isa scoffed as she watched me, “that's enou
Valentina's POVThe lady's fingers uncurled from me but I couldn't stay upright without support. I crashed to the floor immediately, pain shooting through my ankle.My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a reminder of what was about to happen to me.I was about to be married. At the age of 22. To
Valentina's POV Tyres screamed against the asphalt, the sharp familiar screech as the car came to a halt. I froze, my limbs going numb as the car engine died and then all I heard was footsteps. Immediately, I stood to my feet, dashing to my window.And there they were.The two familiar figures I s
Valentina's POV“One of us?” The words left my mouth shaky, “what… do you mean?”“The Don needs a wife,” dad began, “and he wants his money or I give my daughter out.”“Wonderful!” I forced a chuckle as I ruffled my hair, “wonderful, dad. You've gotten yourself in problem,” I turned to Camila, enra
Valentina's POV “Hurry up!” The harsh voice bellowed in my ears. I quickened my steps even as the weight of the bag in my hands slowed me down.“Once I get to the car, I'm leaving,” dad's voice came sharply. He was ahead of me, a hand in his pocket as he strutted.“Come on dad, please,” I paused a







