A new friendMargaret"Miss Queen?" Sara's gentle movements and voice woke me up."Mmmm?" It was the best I could do for her. My throat was dry, and I couldn't do much."You have visitors."I frowned. Visitors? Sasha didn't even know where I was; I hadn't been able to talk to her yet. I couldn't think of who could be visiting me."Who?" I managed to ask."Miss Melisa Volkov.""Are you sure she's not here to see Nikolay?" I asked, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice.I didn't like the idea of women coming to see Nikolay at the house where I was staying against my will. Not bringing women would be the minimum respect he could give."Darling, Mrs. Volkov is married to his right-hand man, besides, he considers her like a sister. She's not here for that. She's here to help you adapt to your new life. I'm sure you'll find a friend in her."I had to admit I liked what she was saying. I arrived in Nikolay's world abruptly and unexpectedly. I didn't know what to expect, and I liked the i

The Secret AngerI opened my eyes at the insistent noise, got out of bed, and grabbed the robe from the closet before heading out to find the source of the commotion.Loud growls full of fury became clearer and clearer as I approached a room, which I believed to be an office... or so Sara said.Although a part of me screamed that I shouldn't approach, that I should walk away from it right now, my stupid self kept getting closer.The door was ajar, allowing me to see, as I approached, a scene I wished I hadn't seen.Nikolay was seriously out of control; I watched him slam his fists against the wooden desk, and I heard it crack.After that, he went for a shelf with glass doors; his fist pierced the glass, and then he continued with the rest until he lifted the shelf from the floor and dropped it onto the ground.The deafening noise wasn't what disturbed me; it was the blood dripping onto the floor from his knuckles; it was what made my heart race faster, but it was his eyes filled with

Unexpected AttackMargaretI looked in awe at the house in front of me. It wasn't as big as Nikolay's, but it was definitely more modern and had been recently renovated."Nice, huh? It's Sariah and her husband Mijail's house. She's waiting for us."I looked at Faddei, who was still in my arms, now playing with my hair. I was sure he was going to end up tangling it, but it didn't matter as long as he didn't cry; it was fine with me.I looked puzzled at Melisa, seeing the toys and dolls scattered around the front yard, next to a small princess castle."What's that?" I asked Melisa. She smiled."For Sariah's daughter. She's just about to turn one in 6 months, but Mijail was really excited."I smiled at her words."I didn't know Sariah had a daughter," I commented."Sariah is a good woman, I'm sure she loves her daughter, but not everyone has the same way of loving.""Why do you say that?" I asked, confused."You'll see."The door of the grand house opened, and out came Sariah, carrying a

Necessary words "Do you have more information for me?""Not yet," he said.I know that cautious tone in his voice, like he's bracing for a storm.“Are you telling me you don't have more information about the bastards who broke into my house armed, with the intention of killing both me and my wife?”“Did you hear the part where I said ‘yet,’ you asshole?”“I just heard you and left the city and home because of your damn advice; I feel like I ran away like a scared little kid running away from his father.”“You never ran from your father, idiot; he beat the shit out of you, but you didn't run, not once.”“Unlike you, asshole. You ran from your father and now from your wife,” I provoked him, seeing if I could get him angry.“You know damn well that my parents beat the shit out of both of us equally, asshole,” there was no anger in his voice.There never was.“What do I do?”“About what?”“Margaret, she's fucking terrified, I don't know what to do, she's got this blank expression and she

Things from the Past I saw the skin on his neck flush and how he began to tap his leg. Then my eyes roamed over his large hands and up his arms.I looked at the veins that were firmly marked, which distracted me from what the doctor was doing, and I only noticed when she finally inserted the probe into my groin, making me bite my lips from the discomfort.I looked at the monitor, and although I couldn't distinguish anything on the screen, I stared at it intently.I could worry about Nikolay later; this came first."Alright, there it is... right there," she pointed out, and only when she pointed to a small spot did I find it.Tears welled up, and I simply let them flow because I was inevitably happy. Very happy.Come on, this was practically a miracle. Many women with my same condition never managed to conceive, but I had succeeded. And while these weren't the circumstances I would have wanted, it could be worse; it could always be worse."I estimate about nine weeks, give or take a d