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Chapter 7

Penulis: Ihuu
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Adrian Pov

The world was a blur of faces. My days had become a relentless performance, a desperate need to outrun a ghost with dark eyes and a punishing kiss. I wore my playboy persona like a second skin. Every smile was a lie, every witty remark a well-rehearsed line in a play I wanted no part of. I buried myself in the public-facing side of our family's mafia, signing contracts and sweet talking with clients, the familiar rhythm of business a forgotten comfort. It was the one place where Adrian Volkov, the charming socialite, could still exist.

But the real Adrian was a disgrace to his family. My mind, once of logic and calculation, was now a battlefield of conflicting emotions. One minute I was seething with rage at Vasily’s cold dismissal, the way he acted from our shared moment in that bathroom as if it meant nothing. The next, I was a prisoner to the memory of his hands in my hair, his lips on mine, a raw, undeniable hunger that had shaken me to my core.

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    Adrian PovThe world was a blur of faces. My days had become a relentless performance, a desperate need to outrun a ghost with dark eyes and a punishing kiss. I wore my playboy persona like a second skin. Every smile was a lie, every witty remark a well-rehearsed line in a play I wanted no part of. I buried myself in the public-facing side of our family's mafia, signing contracts and sweet talking with clients, the familiar rhythm of business a forgotten comfort. It was the one place where Adrian Volkov, the charming socialite, could still exist.But the real Adrian was a disgrace to his family. My mind, once of logic and calculation, was now a battlefield of conflicting emotions. One minute I was seething with rage at Vasily’s cold dismissal, the way he acted from our shared moment in that bathroom as if it meant nothing. The next, I was a prisoner to the memory of his hands in my hair, his lips on mine, a raw, undeniable hunger that had shaken me to my core.I was at the head of a l

  • The Secret Affair    Chapter 6

    Vasily PovThe world froze.Isabella’s voice, so sweet and pure, cut through the haze of lust and desperation. My mind, a maelstrom of conflicting desires, reeled back. I broke away from Adrian, my chest heaving, my eyes wide with a terror I hadn’t felt since I first took control of the Mafia. Adrian was a storm, but Isabella was a reality I had a duty to uphold.Adrian took a step back, his face a fake practiced indifference. The wildness that had been in his eyes was gone, replaced by a cool, almost mocking, calm. He ran a hand over his hair, smoothing it back into place, and I felt a fresh wave of fury. He had no right to be so composed, so unaffected. My entire world was shattering, and he looked like he was just finishing a pleasant conversation."Vasily?" she called again, her voice closer now.I took a deep breath, forcing my heart to slow its frantic rhythm. I schooled my features into the cold, impenetrable mask I wore every day. The Don, a man of granite and ice, did no

  • The Secret Affair    CHAPTER 5

    Vasily PovThe days since he left have been a black fog. I've spent the days buried in my office, the familiar scent of old leather and power a hollow comfort. The city of Moscow, my city, sprawls below, and I feel nothing but a cold, hollow rage. Adrian Volkov. His name is a poison on my tongue, a constant, buzzing sound in my brain. I see him everywhere, in the blank faces of my guards, in the polished steel of my desk, in the reflection of the city lights in my window. He is a ghost I can’t exorcise, a mark I can’t scrub clean."The men are ready for your orders, Don," my consigliere, Nikolai, says, his voice cutting through my thoughts.I turn from the window, my gaze sweeping over him. Nikolai is a rock, a man I can always trust. He is a part of me, a part of this organization. But right now, I feel like a stranger in my own skin."Send them away," I order, my voice a low, gravelly rasp. "I have no patience for incompetence today."Nikolai doesn’t question me. He simply nods,

  • The Secret Affair    CHAPTER 4

    Adrian PovWe arrive at the Petrov penthouse, a building that stands tall and cold against the Moscow skyline. It is a display of power, of wealth, to the man who rules it all. The elevator ride up is slow. The air is still, silent. The doors open, and I am in his world.The penthouse is all polished concrete, steel, and glass. There are no personal touches, no warmth. The guards are a silent, intimidating presence. I am led to the living room, and there he is.Vasily Petrov stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to me. The morning light frames his broad shoulders, his dark hair, the rigid line of his spine. I stand there, frozen, waiting for him to turn. And when he does, his eyes, so cold and black, are a physical blow. There is no trace of the man I was with last night, no hint of the raw, dangerous passion.He gestures to a chair, an ornate, uncomfortable-looking thing. “Sit.”I shake my head. “I’ll stand.”He looks at me for a long moment, a flicker of something,

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    Adrian PovThe sun is sharp, slipping through the blinds, and the light on my face is a physical ache. I groan, burying my face deeper into the couch cushion. The scent of my living room, the familiar smell of old books and leather, is a small comfort, but it's not enough to push back my thoughts. My phone buzzes, I flinch, my entire body tensing. It’s been twelve hours since I fled Vasily’s suite, and I haven't looked at a single message. The thought of it makes my stomach clench.Just as I work up the nerve to reach for it, the front door buzzes. Once. Then twice. It’s a familiar rhythm. I don’t even have to look at the security feed to know it’s Leo. He's the only person who can walk into my life without a formal invitation. He's my safe harbor, the one person in my world who knows the real me.I stumble to the door, my body still protesting every movement. I open it, and Leo takes one look at me and his calm demeanor drops away. His eyes, usually full of easy warmth, are wide

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    The noise from the club pounds through my chest, a physical assault on my carefully constructed calm. This club is a place I own but never visit, the air is thick with the scent of spilled liquor and cheap perfume. I am bored. I sit in a private booth, a half-empty glass of scotch in my hand. Strippers dance on poles. My friends, Dmitri and Sergei, are on either side of me, shouting over the music.Dmitri, a man of precise movements and a cunning smile leans in. His tailored suit fits his lean, dangerous frame perfectly. He is the type of person who thinks five steps ahead. Sergei, on the other hand, is a jovial soul but God bless those that mess with him. His laughter is wild and it cuts through the music, his body a solid wall of muscle and brute force. He moves recklessly. And there is Nikolaï, my consigliere, my right hand. Usually, he is a man of quiet observation, his face always calm. But tonight, the alcohol has stripped away his usual restraint. He is laughing too loudly

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