AmyWhen they came back to the penthouse, Amy invited Anya in but said Sergei had texted her and wanted her to come home instantly. Something happened, and the discontent brewing was building to a peak. He wanted Anya to be safe at home. “See you Saturday, Ran-Ran!” Anya called as they pulled away and Amy waved goodbye with a smile. They were still in the private parking area when her cellphone rang.It was Dimitri.Still hurt from what she learned this afternoon, she let his call go to voicemail. Mentally chastising herself, she was reminded that Dimitri had the right to have his needs fulfilled elsewhere, for she had given him permission on their wedding night. As soon as they were in the elevator, Alexei’s cellphone rings, “Boss,” he addressed, and a few moments later turned to her and gave her the phone.Amy sighs and answers, “Dimitri,” she greeted him blandly. It was not his fault that he wa

AmyAmy opens her eyes and struggles to focus her eyesight. Alexei was standing by the bed and she immediately thought that was odd; Dimitri would never allow him to stand by her bed. “Alexei?” she calls faintly, her throat parched. Alexei heads over to her, a look of concern in his eyes. “Amaranthe,” he calls out and flies to her, placing a palm lightly on her shoulder. She frowns at his reaction, then she glances around the room and froze.She was not in the penthouse; this was a hospital room. Sitting up in bed, she gestures to Alexei for a glass of water and inhales it completely while searching around the room. “What happened, Alexei?” she eventually asks as he takes the glass from her. He steps over to her bedside and leans down, “It seems you had a massive anxiety attack, Amaranthe. You’ve been here since yesterday evening.” He explained to her, and the image came back of her clasping her che

DimitriDimitri stared at Sergei as he made out with yet another one of the socialites and shook his head. Sergei caught his eye and smirked, “What? The future Pakhan too whipped to have some fun?” he laughs and gestures to one of the socialites to go over to Dimitri, but he gave them a cold look and shook his head. “Leave, both of you.” He hissed out while nodding towards the hall, and watched the two blondes scurry away. Then he spun and scowled at Sergei, “You need to get your shit together, Sergei.” He tells his best friend and right hand while handing him a cigar. “One day Anya will catch you with one of your whores and slit your throat.”Sergei laughs and takes the cigar from him, “Even if she found out about them, what does she care? She has the money and status she’s always wanted.” He says and Dimitri shakes his head, slapping the latter’s shoulder, “Anya had all tho

The doctor discharged Amy a day later. She had one broken rib, a few bruised ones, and a sprained wrist. No vital organs were damaged in the fall. Anya’s pregnancy was also revealed to an overjoyed Sergei, but she was put on bed rest and told not to overexert herself. Lizabeta was nowhere to be found. Viktor had torn the country house down to look for his wife, and they concluded that Lizabeta had been taken by The Outfit as revenge.They arrived at the penthouse and Amy could not help but conceive this as home. She looked up at Dimitri and smiled; he had admitted that he was in love with her. Wrapping her arms around her husband, she sighed. They stayed in comfortable silence as they retreated into their bedroom, with Amy stealing casual glances at her husband. He was the calm Dimitri she loved, but there was something hidden behind his smile. “You need rest, moye solntse.” He murmured as he kissed her cheek and carried her over to the bed, tucking

AmyAmy stretched her arm out and feels the vacant spot beside her. Was last night all in her head? She feels the dull ache in her nether regions and knew it could not have been a dream. Then where was Dimitri? She lifted the covers off her body and her eyes fell on the crimson stains on Dimitri’s side of the bed. She knew he needed a doctor, but he would refuse to go.She put on her nightgown and headed downstairs to get some breakfast. As she reached the bottom, she was about to round the corner to Dimitri’s study when she heard his voice emanating inside. He sounded furious as he cursed in Russian. Taking a wary step back, she heads over to the coffeemaker and poured herself a cup of the already brewed coffee. Amy did not know what to expect from her husband when he would step out of his study. Would he be the silent Brigadier who had just come back from war? Or would he be her kind Dimitri who called her his sunshine? She was terrified