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LOLAâS POV I had changed my outfit three times trying so hard to decide from the dresses he had bought for me before settling for the short black dress. I was beginning to think Aleksei Volkov was personally responsible for my sudden inability to make simple decisions. All because of one message. 'Be ready tonight'. That was what he had sent me earlier, followed by absolutely no explanation when I asked where we were going. I had tried calling him, but he simply told me to pick anyone of my choice and hung up before I could ask him properly. Typical Aleksei. The man could coordinate business deals across continents, manage a criminal empire and probably arrange for someone to disappear without breaking a sweat, but communicating with his girlfriend was apparently a task beyond his abilities. My phone buzzed on the bed. Aleksei: I'm outside. I grabbed my handbag, slipped into my heels and hurried downstairs. My make-up was already done. I opted to do something light with my f
INGRID.âFor a moment, I simply stared at the black duffel bag sitting beside my mother.ââMy heart gave an almost childish little jump.ââShe actually did it.ââShe actually brought the money.ââI looked up at her, ready to see the smug satisfaction of someone who had just saved my life, but instead, I found something else in her eyes.ââFear.ââNot fear of me.ââFear for me.ââHer gaze moved slowly over my body, taking in the bloodstained clothes, my bruised wrists, the dirt covering my bare feet and finally, my hair.ââI almost forgot about it.ââMy blonde hair had always been one of the few things I took pride in. Now it was tangled into thick, matted clumps, with strands stuck together by dried blood.ââMy mother's lips parted.âââOh, IngridâŚâââI rolled my eyes.âââDon't.âââShe ignored me.âââOh my God, look at you.ââââMother.âââShe stood up so quickly that the chair scraped against the floor.âââWhat did they do to you?ââââNothing I couldn't handle.âââ
The Weight Of What We Leave BehindNORAâS POVTWO DAYS LATERâŚI found myself sitting on a wooden bench in the middle of the local park, watching strangers with my cardigan draped around my shoulders. I was waiting for Maximâs arrival.I spotted a little girl chasing a butterfly while her mother watched her. An elderly couple sat beneath a large willow tree. They looked cute together. Makes me wonder how my life would turn out when I grow old.Everything around me feltâŚnormal. Painfully normal. And I hated it. A part of me was telling me to back out. That there was no point in listening to whatever he had to say. But another part of me really wanted to know why. I had chosen this place deliberately. After speaking to Cole this morning, I had decided that if I was going to meet Maxim, Iâd rather do so in public. I needed to know that I could walk away when it gets too overwhelming without feeling guilty. I needed to feel like I still had control over the situation.Cole had agreed wit
(SHORT DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENTđ)LOLA'S POV.đI love you.The words still hung between us in the middle of my living room, heavy and real. Alekseiâs hands stayed on my face, thumbs brushing the edges of my cheekbones like he was trying to memorize the shape of me. His eyes were darker than usual, pupils blown wide, and for a second I thought he might pull away again, the way he always did when things got too close. Instead he kissed me harder, mouth open and hungry, and the low sound he made against my lips went straight through me.I pushed at his chest, not hard enough to stop him, just enough to walk him backward until the backs of his knees hit the couch. He sat without protest, watching me with that sharp, focused look that always made my stomach flip. I climbed into his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, and felt the solid heat of him through his jeans. My nightshirt had ridden up; the bare skin of my thighs pressed against the rough de
âTHIRD PERSON POVâNORAââThe first thing Nora remembered when she opened her eyes the next morning was the memories of yesterday flooding in.âShe groaned in discomfort as she rolled on the bed, trying to block the sunlight from her face.âThe second thing that came to her mind was that he was alive.ââMaxim Romanov was alive.ââAnd he was coming to Houston soon.ââNora stared at the ceiling, completely still as yesterday's memories came rushing back. The bakery. Cole's visit and now Elias's new job.âHer head was still pounding slightly from the wine they had last night and she could already feel a migraine setting in.ââShe turned onto her side and reached for her phone.ââ7:06 a.m.ââShe sighed.ââThere was no point pretending yesterday hadn't happened.ââThen she remembered that she hadn't told Elias yet and he was leaving for work soon.ââHurriedly, she got out of bed, almost crashing to the floor. She grabbed the card off the table, along with her phone and headed d
âNora's POVââThe morning rush at the bakery was always my favorite.ââBy eight in the morning, the place was already filled with the smell of freshly baked bread, cinnamon rolls, buttercream and coffee, with the soft hum of conversations blending with the occasional ringing of the little bell above the entrance. Sunlight poured through the large windows at the front, making the glass display cases sparkle as customers moved from one pastry to another, trying to decide what they wanted. I stood behind the counter with a smile plastered across my face as I handed a small paper bag to the young girl standing in front of me. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, her cheer uniform slightly wrinkled and a backpack hanging from one shoulder.âââHere's your strawberry croissant and iced chocolate.âââHer face immediately brightened.âââThank you!ââââYou're welcome. Have a good day.âââShe smiled before turning toward the door.ââAnd then the bell rang again.ââI looked up.ââ
âNoraâs POV âThe air in the apartment felt thick, like it was choking me. Mikhail Romanov sat on our sagging couch, legs crossed, his blonde hair catching the dim light, those sharp blue eyes boring into my soul. Handsome as the devil, but a devil all the same. His leather coat draped over him lik
âMikhailâs POVâDawn crept over the city like a thief, gray light bleeding through the skyline. I hadnât sleptâIngridâs visit last night was a fleeting escape, but that fiery waitress from the club still haunted me. Her face, her nerve, the way sheâd flung that drink like I was just some prick in h
âMikhail's POVâThe splash hit like a grenadeâcold, sticky, and utterly audacious. Red wine splattered across my face, dripping down my jaw, soaking my tailored shirt with a fruity tang that mocked my dignity. I blinked through the sting, tasting the sharp bite on my lips, and locked eyes with the
âI wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, the bitter scent of espresso clinging to my skin like a second layer. The clock above the counter ticked mercilessly toward 4 p.m., mocking my aching feet and the endless loop of "one more hour" I'd been chanting in my head. Downtown's hustl







