LOGIN🔞🔞🔞🔞🔥🔥🔥🔥Mikhail’s POV – HospitalI make sure Dmitri has Nora safely in the SUV before I turn back toward the private ward. The tracker on my phone shows the vehicle pulling away smoothly—safe, for now. She’s mine to protect, even if she hates every second of it. The corridor feels longer on the return trip, the fluorescent lights harsher, buzzing like the fury already simmering under my skin. I push open the door to the waiting room, and the scene hits me like a fist to the throat.Elena is there, arms wrapped around Andrei, both seated on the stiff waiting-room couch. She’s crying softly, face buried in his shoulder, while he murmurs low, comforting words, one hand stroking her hair. The sight snaps something inside me—hot, vicious, uncontrollable. I storm forward, teeth clenched, rage boiling like acid in my veins.“What the fuck are you still doing here, Elena?” I demand, voice low but edged with venom.Andrei’s head snaps up. He stands immediately, pulling Elena beh
Nora’s POV – Hospital LobbyI can’t stay in that waiting room another second.The air is too thick, too charged with Elena’s presence, with the way she looked at me—like she expected forgiveness after two years of silence. Like her tears could erase the nights I cried alone, wondering why my best friend abandoned me when I needed her most.I mutter something to Mikhail about needing air and slip out before anyone can stop me.The lobby is quieter, colder. Rows of plastic chairs, a coffee machine humming in the corner, the occasional beep from a monitor echoing down the hall. I find a seat near the window, away from the main flow of people, and sink into it, knees pulled to my chest again like I’m trying to make myself small enough to disappear.My hands shake.My chest hurts.I’m so angry I could scream.At Elena.At Andrei for bringing her.At myself for letting it hurt this much.At Mikhail for dragging me here in the first place.The minutes stretch.I stare at the fl
Nora's POVI tangled up in his arms for a while as we console each other. My thoughts keep spiralling after his breakdown. I never thought I'd see someone as strong THE Mikhail Romanov cry real tears. All my life he has always portrayed himself to be this untouchable , inhumane man that I swore to hate for the rest of my life. But seeing him like that changed a switch in me. I still have to figure out what had happened last night, especially with the wound on his arm. It was definitely a gunshot wound, I'm not stupid to not notice that. He stirs behind me before sitting up on the bed.“Freshen up,” he says, voice steady again. “We’re going out.”I stare.“Out?”He nods.“Breakfast first. Then shopping. Then the hospital.”“The hospital?”“My father,” he says quietly. “He’s in a coma. Shot. Five percent chance.”My heart drops.“I’m sorry.”He looks at me. I'm tempted to ask what had happened to him last night, but I keep quiet instead. He probably wouldn't tell me
Nora’s POV The door swung open with a heavy creak, and there he stood—Mikhail Romanov, framed in the threshold like a spectre from my darkest dreams. His presence filled the room instantly, sucking the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping in the vacuum. He looked ravaged, his once-impeccable shirt crumpled and stained with dark, crusted blood, especially around his arm where the fabric clung sticky and wet. His shoulders sagged under an invisible weight, his eyes hollow, devoid of the spark that had always made them so dangerously alive. He staggered forward, the movement unsteady, like a man carrying the world on his back, and for a split second, my heart twisted—not with fear, but with a pang of concern that I hated myself for feeling.I bolted upright from the bed, my legs unsteady beneath me as I crossed the room in a rush. “Mikhail, what happened?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, my voice a mix of terror and something softer, something I didn’t want to name. He
Nora's POVI don’t sleep.I sit on the edge of the bed, back against the headboard, knees pulled to my chest, staring at the locked door like it might open and set me free.It doesn’t. The room is too quiet. Too perfect.Too much like a cage designed just for me.Black silk sheets still rumpled from where I thrashed in them.The faint scent of his cologne clings to everything.I hate it.I hate how it calms me even when I’m screaming inside.I hate how my body remembers the weight of him on this bed.How my skin remembers his hands.How my heart remembers the way he used to look at me, as if I were the only thing keeping him human.I’m not calming down.I’m spiralling.Hard. Fast. Unstoppable.He kidnapped me.He actually did it.Drugged me.Took me from my life.From Caleb.From Elias.From everything I fought for.And he said, “Welcome home,” as if it were a normal greeting.Like I should be grateful.Like I belong here.I don’t.I don’t.I don’t.But why does part of me feel like I
Mikhail’s POVI never meant to do it.That’s what I tell myself as I stand in the study, staring at the city through the bulletproof glass.I never meant to cross this line.But the line blurred the moment I tasted her again in that staff room.The moment she moaned my name like she’d never left.The moment she spat on me and I let her.Because even her anger is mine.I’ve been spiraling for weeks.Watching her from a distance.Seeing her smile at him.Seeing her touch him.Seeing her happy without me.It’s poison.Every photo Dmitri sends.Every report.Every time she laughs in a restaurant with Lola or hugs Elias or kisses Caleb.It eats me alive.So I gave in.I told myself it was protection.Lucien is closing in.My father is in a coma.The empire is bleeding.I need her.Only her.Only her presence calms the storm.So I had my men take her.Clean.Quiet.No struggle.No witnesses.They brought her to me.To the estate.To the room I prepared.Blac







