All Chapters of Maddest Temptation : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

ANA“Uhhh” Callie looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.“If Roman isn’t going to sleep in our room, then neither am I.”“And just where do you want this mattress?”“ Here of course, so I can hang out with you.” I stand, taking the plate with me. “I have some luggage to park.”++++++++++++++++++++++++Seven hours later we are at the wedding. I think I have been introduced to everyone on the planet who has a huge bank balance. I will never in a million years remember any of their names. A lot of people are from Bravta- related activities as Sasha and his new bride are Bravta old money.so the Bravta world is here too. Zoran, Dimitri and our security are just hanging outside. They ate the same meals as us but in another room they seem to be having their own party.So we are at a hall, silly me thinking the wedding was on a yacht, it's the after party, that's on the yacht.Well my bikinis are all parked up.We are seated at the table with Sergei, Ivan, Nikolai, Dominic and the girls

ROMAN The sound of the water crashing on the side of the boat wakes me up.As I inhale sea air.It’s still a bit dark but the sun is just coming. It’s so cold. I roll over and put my arm out for Ana. She's not in bed with me. She must be in the bathroom. I fall back off to sleep but wake again half an hour later, freezing. Fuck it’s so cold. Wind blows through the room and I frown and sit up.“Zolotse,” I call out. No answer, just the sound of the water still gently hitting both sides of the boat. It’s morning already. She must have left the door open.“Moya Roza, come back to bed. What are you doing?” I call again. Fuck, she’s angry at me for yesterday. No wonder, I carried on like a raving mad man last night. I don’t even remember going to bed. Christ, I didn’t even drink much. I slowly get out of bed and look down at myself. I’m still in the clothes I wore to the wedding. I must have been drunk out of my head. I never sleep with clothes on. I shake my head in

Chapter 175ROMAN I keep shaking my head frantically, the need to look for my wife overwhelming me.she's even still wearing a cast from the hospital for her wrist. “Yes, Sasha,come on,” I stammer.“He is no state to be questioned,” Sergei snaps at them. “Look at him.”I shake my head. “No, Sasha, I’m going to find her.” I stand to get out of the bed and Sasha pushes me back down on the bed.“Stay there, not a step out of this bed.” Sasha snaps.“Mr Petrov, can you tell us why you have Rohypnol in your system?” the officer asks.I frown and my eyes shoot to Sasha. “What do you mean, by Rohypnol?” I ask.“You had Rohypnol in your system that showed up in a drug test. You fell asleep on Saturday night because you were drugged.”+++++++++++++++++CALLIEI sit in the police station as we endure our fifteenth hour of questioning in two days. I am with Dimitri who has come with me to supply a DNA sample to the police.“So what have you brought us?” the nice female officer asks

ROMANI walk away from the hospital forever a different man. My life will never be the same again.Brutally Scarred.They have succeeded in doing what they have always wanted to do. The ultimate prize has always been to bring me to my knees and they haven’t done just that, they have cut off half of me. I’m a shell of a man without Ana by my side and they knew the only way to hurt me was to hurt her.Where are you, Zolotse?Are you safe, my love?Are you alright? have you eaten?Protected by my security I walk out the front doors of the hospital to hear my name screamed by photographers, paparazzi and the blinding flashes start. I drop my head and walk toward my waiting car.“ Minister Roman Petrov, where is your wife?”“Are you ok, Mr Petrov?”“Is it true your wife has been found dead?” another yells. “Is it true you killed your wife in cold blood, after you found out she's an heiress?”I stop after taken half a step and make eye contact with the fool who has just said that.He

ROMANI come back to the present,my mind is constantly jumping between memories of Ana and stupid conversations and little arguments that we've had. I can remember every damn detail about us but not the most important thing. What happened last Saturday night,that’s what I need to remember. I’m digging deep through my mind for a clue but all I keep coming up with is more memories of my beautiful wife. I look at the wall and see the clock turn over another hour and my heart sinks again. Time, how do you stop it,or better still turn it back? With every hour that passes I know the chance drops further of us finding her. It’s been six days since Ana was taken. Police are streaming in and out of our hotel room. I refused to go home to avoid it being tainted by outsiders, photographers and journalists are camped outside. We have the whole top floor of the hotel to ourselves. My friends and Ana's friends are all here. I am surrounded by people who love her and yet I am entirely an