Dinara"Did they treat you well, mon petite?" Maman, the former tzarina, a formidable and shrewd woman, murmured softly while she combed her daughter's hair. They were at the plane's largest cabin while their men were having a private meeting.The drama, one that could rival any Mexican soap, left doc, Beau, and her, the lost mafia princess drained.Dinara swallowed the lump of emotions clogging her throat, nodded, then looked away. "They were...kind." Though she wanted to say more, those were the only words that came out of her lips. She could not not recall everything that had happened to her and not cry. Everything was still too fresh. She mostly regretted leaving without telling the kind ladies and Tio. They must be worried sick right now. She only hoped they had found the letter she wrote them.Taking a deep breath, she managed to move her dry lips, her small smile of reassurance calmed her mother and the ladies hovering around her."Tell me what happened before they found you? W

DinaraThis is not happening. Devil take him!An absolute nightmare of the greatest proportion, thinking she had been clever enough to withhold her identity from him. She internally frowned at her thoughts.Like he would give a damn. El Patrón came because of her brother. Dominic Vasily. The infamous Mafia Tzar. Most of the underground lords see the tzar as their leader. It was only prudent they're here.Her shoulders sagged a bit in relief. Yes. That was a logical explanation. He was not here for her. She should have foreseen this. He was a mafia leader, ergo, he would be present to show he was part of the powerful underground society. She was an idiot not to have asked Alec the guest list. No matter, she had to endure his presence. Pretend everything was all right in this world then escape as soon as it was acceptable.However, what's with the drama earlier? He had seemed... desperate. Frantic.Though he had covered his reaction well, she could feel something was not quite right.An

DinaraThree Months LaterShe couldn't believe she was cradling a sweet angel in her arms. So well-behaved. So pure and beautiful. Glowing dark brown eyes with a hint of blue violets in the irises. A unique combination. Pale white skin, pouty red lips, and rosy cheeks. Her daughter was the definition of perfection.Radina never gave her trouble even at night. She has no temper or tantrums. The only time she whimpers was when her nappies were soiled. She was careful to never let it happen again.It was too early in the morning, their time together, Dinara was on a rocking chair in the nursery, and her sweet little angel was quietly suckling from her right breast. Dainty, small sips. Like a true lady. She smiled at the wonderful picture her precious one presented.Opting to enroll for a few units this semester was a wise choice. She would hate to leave her daughter with her nannies all day.Not only nannies, Sinclair, Louise, Nicholas's sisters, and Lily, Beau's sister, who she finally

RafaelReaching them, heaving from running too fast, she leaned towards the pram and collected their baby in her arms. Chest heaving, violet eyes guarded, she was looking at him like she had never seen him before."Mi angel," he whispered. He wanted to pull her to him. He clenched his hands instead."Rafael?" All color drained from her face. Her lips trembled. "What are you doing here?" She was clutching the baby so close to her chest, that he could hear his heart beat wildly at the picture she presented.A lioness is ready to fight to the death to protect her cub. She always had a backbone of steel. And a heart of gold."I came looking for you." From this moment, he had vowed to be honest with her. No matter what. He watched patiently as she murmured to the nanny in a low voice and handed the precious bundle carefully.His stomach again somersaulted at the sight. A dark gaze roamed her familiar features. His angel was as stunningly beautiful as he remembered. The only traces of her r

DinaraThe evening was young when they put Radina to bed after she fell asleep in her arms.No one talked. To busy with their own thoughts. Wondering. Longing.Her skin was ultra-sensitive since their last kiss. She was wondering who would make the first move tonight.Rafael had been hell-bent on keeping his distance after his declaration, there was no indication that she would be seduced by him. He was waiting.Dinner was uneventful. She enjoyed his cooking and they talked more about their baby's routine. Their conversation was casual but anyone could feel the sexual tension thick in the air.His declaration of love rattled her but who was she deluding? She was in love with him, too.Offering to do the dishes since he labored over their meals, he declined. Had insisted on her retireearly so she could relax.Of course, she stayed. Her blue-violet eyes followed him as he moved in stealthy precision in her kitchen, tidying plates and pans.He looked so...domesticated. Far cry from the