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31.

ARIANA I didn't get far into the room before I was ambushed by a woman. Somehow, I knew who she was before she opened her mouth. Reina. The woman Mikhail had warned me about. Sic Aleksei on her ass, he had said, but Aleksei just showed me where he stood in all of this. It wasn't like I needed his help to stick up for myself, anyway. I squared my shoulders, meeting her light green gaze with an unbothered one of my own. "You must be Ariana," she said, her eyes dropping down the length of my body as she silently sized me up. Her eyes met mine again, and her glossy red lips curled up in a condescending smile. "Shocking. You don't look the type. Surely you must know that?" Just a few seconds in her presence, and I already wanted to plug my ears just so I didn't have to hear her annoyingly shrill voice. "He usually sticks with the models, you know. Prettier girls in general. Real blonde hair, pretty smile, ability to hold a conversation, eloquent." She said the last part a

32.

ALEKSEI ANASTASIA'S LIPS WERE moving, but I wasn't paying attention to her. Not when I wanted to storm across this room and break Anatoly's jaw for breathing near Ariana. I expected him to make an appearance at this party. Yuri was his brother, after all, and I'd taken his life at my wedding. Anatoly was one of Igor's favored guards, and he liked to talk big game because of it. Sometimes, he felt like he could stand up to me. Never to my face, though. He cherished his life too much to pull a stunt like that. His smile was goading when he looked at me over Ariana's shoulder like he was daring me to do something to him. I cocked my head to the side, biting on the inside of my cheek to keep calm. Something was wrong around here, and I couldn't place my fingers on it. Where did this sudden burst of confidence to disrespect my wife in front of me and goad me come from? They knew better than to fuck with me. According to them, I was the 'wild card' who owed no loyalty

33.

ALEKSEI Sometimes, I didn't understand myself. On the one hand, I wanted to shake the fuck out of Ariana and choke her until she spilled the truth about the other man—or woman—in her life. But it was times like this that made me want to cradle her to my chest and hide her from the world. Anastasia was nowhere to be found, and she'd curled into herself on the sun lounger, her knees pressed against her chest and her arms wrapped around them, while she stared into the pool, her gaze entirely blank. The pool lights cast a soft glow on her tiny frame, creating an angelic hue around her. Something stirred in my chest. I didn't like seeing this version of her. She was almost doll-like—frozen and expressionless. Her face was usually overly expressive, and even though she couldn't speak, it was one of the things that drew me to her. I knew when she wanted to stab her fork in my eyes. I knew when she wanted to claw my eyes out with her long nails. But now, there was noth

34.

ARIANA Earlier... "Sorry about Anatoly," Anastasia said when we were finally by the pool. "He's an asshole." Tell me something I didn't know. Now that I was out of the suffocating party room, I felt like I could finally breathe again. "I'd avoid him if I were you. He's known to not be gentle with women. Especially ones he feels threatened by." She cleared her throat. "Let's not talk about Anatoly anymore. So, you're the one who took Aleksei away from me?" I whipped my head up, my forehead scrunched in confusion. Excuse me? She giggled, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. "I'm just kidding. God, you looked like I told you to bathe in acid." I frowned. I did? "I'd be protective, too, if a man like Aleksei fell in love with me. I speak for everyone in that room when I say I never thought I'd see the day." They all needed to get their eyes checked, then, because there was nothing between Aleksei and me. I couldn't care less if he had other women flocking around hi

35.

ARIANA I STEPPED OUT OF THE bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body and my hair still dripping down my back from the one-hour shower I took to wash the stress and pent-up emotions of the night away. The calm that came with the shower quickly vanished when I noticed Aleksei in my room. As in, sitting on the foot of my bed uninvited like he owned the space. He might as well not be wearing a stitch of clothing on his upper half from the way the black t-shirt molded over his muscles like a second skin. I tried and failed to not admire his toned muscles and the curve of his neck, tapering off to broad, sculpted shoulders that put bodybuilders to shame. A black necklace hung around his neck, melting easily into the blackness of his shirt while the black and gold cross pendant at the tip swayed from side to side. It was laughable to see him wearing it. The necklace, I mean. His hands were soiled with blood, and I was sure he would burn if he stepped foot in a church. Yet,

36.

ARIANA I gently tugged my arm out of Aleksei's grasp, stalking into the closet to get some clothes on. I threw on the first pajama set I grabbed from my luggage. Whoever packed for me had done a good job of grabbing all my necessities except pajama shorts that covered my ass properly. I'd checked the bag before I got into the shower, and the two pajama sets in there were tiny shorts and a camisole. I hadn't minded because I hated wearing a lot of clothing to bed. That, and I thought I'd have the room all to myself, but that wasn't the case anymore. My dearest husband had thrown a wrench in my plans. I gritted my teeth as I shoved my arms through a bathrobe I'd tossed carelessly on the counter earlier. I secured the belt around my waist, stepping out into the room. Luckily, Aleksei wasn't in the room, and from the distant sound of flowing water, I figured he was in the bathroom. I grabbed the pillows from the bed, setting up a demarcation in the center of the bed. The inten

37.

ALEKSEI "WHAT ARE YOU DOING here? It better be worth me putting clothes on." I climbed down the last of the stairs, pinning my father with a glare. "I don't remember inviting you." Green eyes the same shade as mine filled with nonchalance as he helped himself to Mikhail's scotch he'd discarded on the coffee table before he went to bed. "Every day, I think your attitude will get better, but you always end up spawning into a worse monster." I flashed him a humorless smile as I came to take the seat right across from him, the coffee table separating us. "I live for disappointing you, don't I? You told me that yourself." I signaled for Anton, one of my senior guards who'd alerted me of my father's presence, to leave. A thoughtful look crossed Igor's eyes. "Hm. I did say something like that." He lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I apologize." I coiled back like I'd been struck by a cobra, my fingers frozen where they were curled around the neck of the bottle. "What the fuck is goi

38.

ARIANA "LAST NIGHT WAS A DISASTER for obvious reasons," Reina started, looking around the table at everyone who had gathered. Her eyes fell on the empty seat next to me, and she scowled. "And where's Aleksei? I didn't see him come in with you guys." "I'd be more worried about your husband if I were you." Mikhail pointed at the empty seat at the head of the table. "He's not here, is he? Why is that, aunt? Is he cheat—" "Do not." She slammed her fist down on the table, rattling the dishes around her. "I repeat, do not complete that sentence." Mikhail threw his arms in the air, a rueful smirk twisting his lips. "Still in denial, I see. You can never change." Reina's lips curved with malice. "Just like how your mother couldn't change her crack whore ways? Seems like I have more in common with my disgrace of a sister than I thought. How dreadful." Chortles sprung around the table from Reina's venomous group of friends. Each one looked more spiteful than the last, and it was cle

39.

ARIANA Aleksei's walk to the table was cocky and his expression unbothered despite the glowers he received from the men around the table. Knowing him, he wasn't oblivious to their reactions to him. He simply did not give fuck. Now, I was almost curious to hear what happened in their just concluded meeting that made them all mad at him. Aleksei lowered himself on the chair, and the hushed whispers immediately began. My eyes flitted around the table, trying to pinpoint what the cause of this silent uproar was, but Aleksei stole my attention before I could figure anything out. "I didn't believe it when Mikhail said you tagged along, but you might be more stubborn than I initially thought." My lips twisted into a smile. I pulled out my phone from the tiny purse on my lap, typing out to reply to him under the table before sending it to him. "I prefer tenacious." Mirth singed his irises. "I'm guessing you had a great day." I nodded. "I went shopping with Anastasia. She was a

40.

ALEKSEI I WASN'T A MAN easily surprised. It was a running argument between Mikhail and me whenever he planned extravagant surprises for me on my birthday and they didn't have the desired effect on me. Hell, when my cousin challenged me for the position as the Pakhan earlier today, I hadn't batted an eyelid like everyone expected me to. But, hearing Ariana speak for the first time left me stunned... speechless even. Get a life, old man. That's what she said. I had no idea if I was more surprised by the fact that she spoke or the sound of her voice. Although barely above a whisper, it was warm like the first rays of the morning sun after a cold, dreadful night, with underlying passion woven into every syllable. My lips parted. How could a voice so warm also hold a silky promise of brazen pleasure? Fuck, I knew she was going to be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on her, but I was just realizing how much. Her voice was like a shot of dopamine into my veins, sending a stream o

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