“What the fuck do you mean you won’t be here tomorrow?” She hears through the study door, her arm poised to knock. When Dimitri got like this, it was in her best interest to stay away from him.She stares at the test in her hand and wonders how he would react. A solitary tear slipped down her cheek as she thought back to her first pregnancy. The trauma that followed afterward ate at her every day. No amount of pills could keep PTSD at bay. The nightmares were the worst. She swears she could still feel the Enforcer pulling the nails from her fingers every time she awoke from a night terror.The door opens abruptly, giving her a fright and the test falls out of her hand. “Amaranthe?” Dimitri frowns at her, “I heard you walking but you did not come in. Why are you just standing here, love?” He asks and bends down to pick up the fallen pregnancy test.Amaranthe’s heart sat in her throat as he looked up at her and flipp

AmarantheIt was on days like these that Amaranthe wished her babies would come already. It was the hottest day of the year and she had spent it all floating in the pool again. As blessed as she felt at 8 and a half months, she also wished it were all over by now.All the twins wanted were pickles and ice cream; sometimes even mixed. Dimitri got so frustrated with her need for thick milkshakes, he bought her an appliance that produced milkshakes to the same consistency she craved.“Amaranthe! Get out of that pool!” Dimitri called from the edge and she groaned. He hated her lounging in the sun for too long. “You will get heatstroke, get out of that pool or I will come to get you.” He ordered, but all she did was raise her sunglasses and look at him.“Fine.” He says and gets into the pool, fully dressed in his three-piece suit.“Dimitri! What the hell?!” She called out as he swam over t

Amaranthe lays back in the hospital bed and sighs. She came out of theatre two hours ago and made Dimitri go home and rest. Of course, he did not listen to her and was now attending to work on his laptop in the next room. Her eyes fell on her twins in their bassinets. They were the most beautiful babies she had ever laid her eyes on.Ayden had dark hair like her, while Anastasiya had her father’s blonde hair. They were sleeping now after their first feed and burp, so that gave her a chance to rest her eyes a bit.Three years ago, she never would have thought her life would play out the way it did. She was prepared to die in obscurity and live happily with her sister. Moving to New York and marrying the feared Russian mobster had terrified her, but she knew it needed to be done or they would come after Bailey. In the end, she placated the mob by doing this.If she had to do it over again, she wouldn’t change a thing.Ͼ Ͼ Ͼ

AmarantheShe found Matteo sitting on the terrace when she went looking for him. Amaranthe resolved to tell him first. She sat down opposite him and he turned his head. His face was set in a somber expression that caused her to frown.“Matteo- ““Something bad happened to Anya, didn’t it?” He asked abruptly, eyes brimming with unshed tears. It turned out that Matteo was a lot more perceptive than he let on. “I heard you crying, so it must be really, really bad.”She nodded sadly. “Yes, love. There was a big accident on their way here.” she started, “I’m sorry, Matteo, but she didn’t make it.” Amaranthe felt the tears falling down her cheeks. She tried to be strong, but wasn’t doing as well as she expected. Peering at Matteo, she noticed his tears falling as well.He looked down and put a hand to his chest. “The pain is back, just when it started to go away.”Amaranthe stared at this little boy who had lost so much already. He’s kn

DimitriAfter much deliberation and finally hearing Sergei out, Dimitri made up his mind and called a meeting the following day. He had hoped that Francesco would see this as a peace offering and leave it at that. His family would not suffer because of an indiscretion they were not a part of. It was nearing the anticipated meeting and Dimitri had to admit that he was nervous.Sergei entered Dimitri’s downstairs study, a bit more nervous than before. Ashen faced and visibly terrified, he sighs and waits for Dimitri to start.Dimitri sat forward in his chair, threading his fingers underneath his chin. “I cannot begin to tell you how disappointed I am. When I left Chicago in your care three years ago, I expected more out of you, and yet this is the repayment I get.” Dimitri started and glared at Sergei, who was about to speak but he held up his hand.“You will be silent and listen only. I have communicated with