ログインZARYA MOROZOV The cafe was engulfed in a calm silence, yet my nerves were full of chaos. The companion who died in front of my eyes four years ago was now sitting in front of me with a child and a life of her own.Was I deceived yet again?"How?" I asked, or that was all I could bring myself to utter.Natasha stared at me, just as surprised.My eyes swiftly went to her child, who was quietly licking his ice cream. Now that I see him up close, he does look like her, and he also looks like someone I knew, but I just couldn't pinpoint exactly who.Natasha looked at Rafail and some other guards standing near the cafe's door before her gaze dropped back to me."How have you been?" She asked, and I felt my throat tightening.I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There were nights that I had cried for her, thinking she died because of me, but..."I'm fine, better than before," I muttered with a soft smile on my face. I couldn't help but stare at her face. She looked radiant, like a sunflow
ZARYA MOROZOV "Since I'm your husband, does that grant me the right to kiss you more often?" He asked, and I gawked at him."Huh?" At my reaction, he chuckled."You're acting like this is the first time I've kissed you." He tilted his head and looked closely into my eyes. "You can hit me if you don't like it." He muttered under his breath, softly looking into my eyes. When I finally got back to my senses, I narrowed my eyes at him and yanked my wrist out of his hold."You don't have any permission to kiss me," I said assertively, waiting for his soft expressions to harden, but they remained soft. "But you just called me your husband. What kind of husband can't kiss his wife?" He asked, and suddenly I lost all of my appetite. What kind of a husband..."What kind of a husband drives his own wife to madness?" I asked, feeling my throat tightening painfully. His soft expressions were suddenly taken over by something intensely filled with regret and shame.There was a time when his face a
ZARYA MOROZOV *One month later*A life I thought I would never live, a life I thought was long over to dream about, I was living in that life. Considering my status, I wasn't allowed to travel all on my own. I had guards around me all the time for my own safety, and as long as I was able to learn and build the life of my dreams, I did not mind the guards following me all the time.The university was like a breath of fresh air, but due to my status, there were many people who either avoided me out of fear or were ready to lick my shoes.At first, I was just confused about how to socialize and who to befriend, but my focus did not waver from my studies.My life revolved around my studies and my family. I took care of Anastasia just as I used to, and even Lev had opened up to me without me trying too hard for him to open up. We spent our time together. We sometimes did gardening together and even baked many times together.Everything seemed perfect except...my relationship with Sergei.
ZARYA ROGOV The afternoon sun shone brighter than ever, and it was the best opportunity to start planting some plants in the garden. The spring has almost arrived, and by summer, the flowers will bloom full and bright.Since I had nothing to do, I asked Alisa if I could make some changes in the garden, and she told me that I could make changes in the whole mansion if I pleased. The way all of them have changed left me astonished. There was a time when Alisa wouldn't even let me touch a flower in her garden, but now she had permitted me to do whatever I wanted with it.Time and events do change people to great lengths.I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand and pressed the soil further around the plant's roots. I had been tending to the garden for a while now, and the time was passing by peacefully. Alisa sat under the shade with Lev at her side; he was scribbling in his notebook as usual, and Anastasia was on Alisa's lap, snoring.I smiled when I saw her sleeping
ZARYA ROGOV I rubbed a hand down my face and kept turning on my left and right on the mattress because I couldn't sleep after the stunt I just pulled a little while ago. I stilled when I felt Anastasia moving beside me and stared up at the ceiling. At the recall of the moment, my heart started to beat wildly against my ribcage.I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. I kissed him? Him? What had gotten into me? I got swept away due to the sensitive and emotional movement. I took a deep breath and tightly shut my eyes, praying sleep would get me as fast as bad luck does. I couldn't forget the way he looked at me when I kissed him; it was as if his whole world had crashed into his arms, yet he was unable to hold it close to himself.I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Seems like...I couldn't just get over it.*******A week later*Sergei rested for a maximum of three more days after his injuries until he was walking on his two feet once again, or forcing himself to walk. His
ZARYA ROGOVThere is a limit to everything, a limit to happiness and a limit to sadness.In our case, the latter has exceeded limits. We have lived with it for so long that it has become a part of us.What cure did we have for this curse? Except love.A moan of contentment left my lips when I felt my aching body sinking into the softness of the mattress beneath me. My palm pressed into the smoothness of the mattress as I stretched and slowly opened my eyes.The afternoon light filtered through the window and scattered onto the mattress, and that was when my gaze landed on the part of my soul. My eyes slowly widened, and I sat upright, staring at the small body sleeping beside me."A-Anastasia." My voice cracked, and my eyes welled up with tears. Was I dreaming? How did she end up here? I raised my hands to scoop her up in my arms and noticed that my wrists were bandaged. They must have treated it after I fell asleep, more like I went unconscious. When we arrived at the mansion, I was
Everyone stood outside the mansion, under the open sky, with cold wind surrounding them like a curse of the night. Sergei stood in the very front with his hands in his pants pockets. He stared at the ladder inclined against the wall with a blank look on his face, but his eyes seemed to glow with a
ZARYA ROGOV Everything in this world is fabricated.Humans, their opinions, and their whole image of the world around them.Fake.I felt their gazes burning my soul.I felt my father's shame in my bones.Uncle Dima surprisingly stepped into the act and helped me and my father up on our feet. He pa
SERGEI MOROZOVWhen sins are enough to make you climb the peak of hell, it hardly feels possible to redeem; it hardly feels human. No way could lead you back, but several ways could lead you further into the chaos.The Rogovs were on the verge of crumbling.She was on the verge of her sanity.I won
ZARYA ROGOV "Natasha!" My wide eyes zeroed in on her crying face, and I felt like someone had stabbed me in the guts. I...I promised to keep her safe, but now as she stood here in front of me, I felt utterly helpless.What have I done?I completely overlooked the fact that my selfish act could mak







