All Chapters of Maddest Temptation : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

ROMANWith a heavy heart I put the last of Ana's books into my duffle bag. I have wrapped them all in brown paper and then stacked them in her new shoeboxes, she didn't even get to wear most of them. I need to get them out of the house without being detected.For the last two weeks I have sat on our bed and read every word written by my beloved and there is absolutely no way in hell I am going to let them become public property in an investigation. She has put her heart and soul onto the paper of these books, thinking of the future we would have had.The level of intimacy that she writes about is nobody’s business but hers and mine. There is absolutely no evidence in them of who did this to her and I will not let them tarnish her in any way with her most intimate thoughts released to the press. I throw my gym clothes on top of the boxed books and take a deep breath. Just let me get them out of the house without being intercepted. I have arranged a safety deposit box in another

Chapter 183ROMAN My thoughts go to the toast I made at our wedding and I blow out a deep breath as my chest tightens up. “My darling Ana, today could have been beautiful in our lives but instead I am sitting in a bar drinking your favourite drink and discussing your burial status.” My eyes tear up, and a lone tear drips out. “I desperately wish we were drinking, having fun and celebrating our news,” I whisper as the words choke me up.My friends both frown. “What news are we talking about?” Sergei asks.“Ana’s period was due today. We were trying for a baby,” I reply on autopilot.“Fuck,” Sasha whispers as he runs his hands through his hair.Sasha’s eyes instantly turns sad and he grabs my hand over the table. I sit still, unable to show any emotion. I have no tears left, nothing more I can give up. I am dead inside.Sergei puts his elbow on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose as his tears form. “Do you think she was pregnant?” he whispers.I shake my head. “M

ROMAN I walk through the police station with my hands behind me in handcuffs. The officers all stop what they are doing and stare and I drop my head in shame. How could they think I did this to my wife? I adored her. I wish it was me dead instead of her. I am ushered into a cell and a pair of orange overalls lie folded on the bed.“Get changed, Mr Petrov,” the female officer says as she undoes the handcuffs behind my back. I hold my wrists in my hands as I stare at her. I don’t think I have ever been so close to the edge. I’m about to lose it.Stay calm, stay calm.“I said get dressed,” she snaps.I frown. “What? Here?” I snap as I gesture to the twenty something people who can see into the cell through the glass wall.She fakes a smile. “Get used to it. We save the privacy for non-murderers in the next cell,” she sneers sarcastically. The male guard snickers under his breath.“We need to do a full body search,” he replies.“You are not touching me,” I snap.She rolls

ROMAN I sit at the table next to my lawyer, and opposite two police officers.One policeman places two vials in a ziplock plastic bag onto the table in front of us. “Can you explain this, Mr Petrov? Can I call you Roman?”My eyes narrow at the vial. “What is it?” I ask him suspiciously.“You tell me,” he says flatly.I shake my head. “I’m not playing fucking charades. What the fuck is it?” I snap.“Rohypnol,” he says matter-of-factly.I frown.“We found eight bottles of it at your property which you shared with your wife,” the policeman continues.My eyes meet and I shake my head.“I don’t know how they got there,” I reply.“Course you don’t, that’s why your fingerprints are all over them.” He fakes a smile looking at me like I'm stupid.“This is outrageous,” demands Arthur. “He was drugged himself.”“Did you murder Mrs Petrov and then took Rohypnol to cover your crime, Roman?” the policeman sneers.I screw up my face. “No, I did not.”“Tell me about how you met your wife,”

Chapter 189 Roman I get out of the car with the chains on my hands and feet. It’s just turned dark and I have been transferred from the police station to the prison. I have never been so terrified of not knowing what's happening outside. I know what goes on in these places and I'm familiar with it. God helps anyone who wants to mess with me, I'm grieving and a little murder might help with that to channel my anger away. God help the bastard who tries it. The adrenaline has already started to pump heavily through my veins. I’m angry, so angry I can’t see straight. Not only has the person stolen my beautiful Zolotse’s life, they are now stealing mine. This was a planned set-up. Their aim all along was to frame me for their crime. I am going to rip the life from their bodies quicker than they can say the word die. “This way.” The guard ushers me toward the doors and into the office where I am fingerprinted again and inducted into the system. Eventually, after a