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“What do you mean that you’re selling your wife, Vladimir? Have you lost your mind?” Anastasia asked the Romanov Pakhan. Her eyes wide in surprise and confusion as they both explained their plan as if it was the most casual thing. They all sat in the office Elijah had fixed for her at the Estate. The office was renovated after they got married and regardless of it being for work, it was a lot homier than it was before. The leather couches that were added, and the wooden table which they were all sitting around now. The table now fit sixteen people rather than only six. Her desk has been changed too, and a new computer PC was brought over for her to be able to access data easily and securely. “This is a vengeance that we both swore to take, Anastasia, we cannot back away now when we’ve gotten this close to our target” Vladimir said looking her in the eye. Elijah wrapped his arm around his wife, preventing her from slapping the man in the face, knowing that she most probably would. “A
Anastasia:My heart raced as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in my wedding dress. The dress hugged my body perfectly, loosening at the bottom making me look like a princess, and despite not wanting it to be as exposed, seeing as I chose the V-cut that reached my breast line, I was thankful to have listened to Iris about it. The dress spoke for itself letting everyone know who would be the one person to look at me, touch me, and it spoke be jealous of it. Something that I knew Elijah tended to like.Knowing that Elijah was waiting for me at the alter, waiting to see me crossing that aisle, my heart raced. Aunt Nikita smiled, placing her hands on my shoulders, gently massaging them. She kissed the crown of my head and I found my smile growing as I looked at her. The woman has taken me in as a mother would do to her daughter, and I couldn’t have been more grateful for that.“There’s a little surprise for you from Elijah” she said gently. I frowned in confusion as
Elijah:“Would we be expecting you for dinner? Or do you plan on taking Anastasia anywhere?” Aunt Nikita asked, fixing my jacket. Anastasia already left to work with Blake a while ago. Yaroslav and I were just getting ready to head out. The day was going to be a bit of a long one, but I was happy that things were going the way the were. Anastasia was yet to see the surprise that I had for her during our honeymoon, I just hoped she that enjoys it.“We’ll be home for dinner, but if any changes are to happen; I’ll let you know” she nodded and I smiled kissing her forehead. I was thankful for having reached her at the airport before she left that night, and had it not been for Anastasia; I wouldn’t have known where she was, or when she left.Flashback:I entered the house, my hands shaking in fear when I realized that Aunt Nikita’s car wasn’t in the garage.“Aunt Nikita…” Iris stopped when she saw me, her eyes bloodshot red from crying. Anastasia shook her head and it was as if my center
Anastasia:Sometimes it is best to walk away without holding a grudge.It could be painful as hell, and you could sometimes question your as sanity.But nothing else could have been done. I couldn’t have lived with such a grudge and I knew for fact that mum wouldn’t have wanted me to hold it in me. I knew the man’s fate, and knowing that why he was doing it only made me wonder whether or not I would be the same if I went on after a revenge. Therefore, forgiving him, letting him go while he was at peace and rest seemed to be like the best option.I walked around the block feeling empty. I knew that Elijah was following me, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face him. He would eventually want to know my reason and if I was to be honest; even I didn’t truly know why I did it.I sat on a nearby bench, staring at space as my heart felt empty. Elijah sat down next to me, though I could tell that he was sure to leave some space between us in case I didn’t want to be touched. But
Elijah:I stood in front of the house where I knew that my malyshka’s father lived, debating on whether or not to enter the place.I knew that it took her everything to tell me about what he told her yesterday, but seeing her as weak as she was didn’t seem to escape my mind as I thought of the pain that she’s been living through. I didn’t know why the man left his daughter to struggle like he has and why he was refusing to take her back, but whatever his reason was; I didn’t like it, and needless to say; I couldn’t accept it.“Elijah, you know that she won’t like this” Yaroslav said and I sighed. It was the only reason why I wasn’t already inside, beating the life out of that man, and teaching him his limits. I nodded but walked toward the house anyway, ignoring the clench I felt in my chest as I heard a happy family inside, one that my wife was deprived of.I raised my hand to knock the door only to quickly decide against it and walk away. Yaroslav nodded in agreement, liking the dec
Anastasia:“Bloody hell!” I whimpered as Elijah hit my G-spot while he rubbed my sensitive nub. His eyes were fixed on me as he watched me come undone under him before his own body shuddered as he reached his own climax. He rested his forehead against my own, breathing heavily as he did.My body tensed and I found myself whimpering at the loss of contact when he pulled out of me. He laid his head in the crook of my neck, kissing it gently as he fought to catch his breath. He raised himself to look at me and the smile on his face made my heart skip a beat. He ran his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear, revealing my flushed face to him.“I’ve been meaning to do this since the night of the proposal” he teased and I laughed. The two of us have grown busy after he proposed to me. Both with the Verone situation and Blake being injured, the two of us barely had time to sit together let alone make love.“I missed you too” I said scratching his scruff. He smiled and took my hand