Amy watches his Emperor leave her home for the last time. They had spent one last night together just laying in one another’s arms and not speaking a word. She knew he couldn’t help her even though he was dying to. She was an offering, a necessary sacrifice.She called Julie and asked her to come around to the house as she needed to discuss a few things with her. She needed to consider Bailey and would not allow her sister to get mixed up in any of this. In order to keep Bailey safe, she would need to leave her in Olivewood under the protection of Julie, the only person she trusted with her sister. This will need to make the necessary arrangements at the diner as well.But first, she needed to sort something out with the man she was to marry. Sighing, she takes out her cellphone and scrolled down to the last number Dimitri had called her from. Bracing herself, she pressed dial – He answers on the third ring.“Amaranthe,

AmyHolding his hand tightly, Amy is lead to who would be her in-laws in a week’s time. Halfway up the stairs, Dimitri squeezed her hand. Amy looked up at him, but he was looking straight ahead, a steely gaze pinned to his parents. Viktor and Lizabeta Baranov looked like Russian royalty, His mother had pale skin, grey eyes, and was of average height and weight. She held her head high and poised. Wearing an elegant emerald green wrap dress and black platform heels, her long blonde hair cascading in curls down her back, she had a lovely smile on her face, and Amy could not help but smile back. Viktor on the other hand, was an opposing figure in black, watching them with a stoic expression that was the usual look for The Baranovs.“Dimitri,” Lizabeta gushed out, holding her hands out for a hug and Dimitri reciprocates, giving his mother kisses on both cheeks. “Mama,” he greets her and Amy noted the real smile on his fac

DimitriDimitri held her hand and led her towards the elevator. They had just arrived at his penthouse after the disaster of a wedding and he could tell Amy was still in shock. Lev parked the SUV and checked the perimeter of the underground parking before giving them the all-clear.He noted that she held onto his hand tightly, a sign that she wanted him to make her feel safe, a feat he knew he could carry out. But would she see the effort he would make? Time would tell. As they step into the elevator with Lev, Boris, and Alexei in tow, Dimitri input the code that would lead them to his penthouse.While the elevator ascended, he squeezed Amy’s hand and smiled at her. She looked at him and gave him a tight smile. Today’s events have left a deep impression on her. The life of a Made Man was never easy, but even more so for their wives. They get traded and kidnapped as if they were the glue holding the organized syndicate together. When th

Amy7 pm – Amy just finished preparing supper; chicken cordon bleu along with a salad and red wine to wash it down. She set the dinner table and laid out a plate for Dimitri as well, but he said he would be home late, so she didn’t bank on him showing up for their first supper together.Just as she sat down and poured herself a glass of wine, she saw the elevator open and heard Dimitri’s rough voice to Alexei, “That will be all,” and with that Alexei nods and turned to leave. Amy got up to go greet her husband, but as she strode towards him, she saw the look in his eyes.He was livid.She had never seen him this angry before. He had a wave of calm anger about him, something she realized could not bode well for her. So, she decided to turn away from him but as she had her back to him, he said something that made her stop in her tracks, “Amaranthe, I will not have a whore parading as my wife.”

DimitriDimitri bit the back of his pen. He didn’t intend on becoming that intimate with Amy when he went to look at how her training was progressing, but then he saw her in that tiny towel and he ultimately lost his senses. How did he manage to not throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out after she came from his touch alone? Normally he would not bother chasing a skirt for sex, but Amaranthe was his wife. She was different. He needed to try for her. His phone buzzed, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Yes?” he answered impatiently. His assistant answered, “Mr. Baranov, I have your father on the other line.” She says, and he grunted for her to put him through.“Papa,” he acknowledged his father with his usual endearment. He wasn’t exceptionally close to the man, but respected and feared him, nonetheless. “The Baranov Black and White Ball will be held this Saturday, Dimitri. Bring your wife along