Todos os capítulos de I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO! : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.The silence that followed the moment she stopped breathing was deafening. It pressed against my eardrums, heavy and thick with the scent of ozone and copper. I stood over them, the Beretta still warm in my hand, watching the light fade from the eyes of the girl who had almost dismantled my entire world in a matter of seconds.Antov didn't move for what felt like the longest time. He sat on the blood-stained marble, cradling her head in his lap, his fingers stroking her hair softly while he cried as if he could brush the death away."She’s gone, Antov," I said. My voice sounded hollow, even to my own ears. He didn't look up; he kept his gaze transfixed on her alone. "You didn't have to hit any vital points, Kirill. You’re the best marksman the Creed ever produced. I’ve watched you shoot sometimes when you do target practice. You could have taken her kneecaps, or something else……you could have just disabled her.""She was mid-air, Antov! She was inches from Summe

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.One look….all it took was one look into my husband’s eyes, and I could swear something was wrong. “Kirill…?” I gasped, watching with my heart in my mouth, the taste of blood on the tip of my tongue. I reached for him quickly, my hands grabbing him by the shoulder before he could fall. His hair looked all over the place, like someone had pulled, tugged, and grabbed it viciously. He also sported bruises, so many bruises, and the way he breathed…it was off, like it hurt to take oxygen in. “You don’t look so good…wait here.” I stood, but before I could take another step, he grabbed my hand, his eyes wide with fear, no, terror.“Where are you going?” He asked, voice raw, pained, and strained. My heart skipped a beat, not out of any butterflies in my stomach, but the realization, yet again, that something was wrong…so fucking wrong.“I want to get the first aid box, Kirill. Your wounds need tending immediately.”“I’m okay.” He shook his head vehemently, grabbing and

WHO THE HELL DID I MARRY?SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.Kirill’s shoulder felt tense against my head. My palm lodged in his felt the light sheen of sweat on them, and how clammy it was as well. He trembled beside me, avoiding my gaze for some weird reason.I meant everything I’d said. I wasn’t going anywhere: even though the sickness in my belly hadn’t stopped, or the utter confusion at what had happened earlier hadn’t cleared up, I’d stay here for however long he needed me.“Cassia was five when it happened. Tosha and I knew who our parents were, and the things they could do to her as the only girl present.In our town, even though we were the runt of the litter on the map, we weren’t stupid enough to not know who the king was.Alexei Sokolov. He sent different enforcers throughout the country, so we had Yan and his twin brother, Boris.They ran the brothels and weaponry for the king. I remember the cold of the night as Cassia pressed against my body, ducking her thumb as she slept. I stil

THE ASSASIN’S CREED.SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEWThe kitchen, with its gleaming marble and soft golden accents, suddenly felt like a stage set in a matter of seconds. Filled with nothing but everything flimsy and fake, it felt ready to collapse. I stared at Kirill, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the man who had just tenderly held a straw to my lips and the man I’d just learned who had traveled the world ending lives for millions of dollars.Assassin.The word echoed in my head just like his tone when he said it; cold and sharp yet still with emotion. It explained the gun from before, it explained the blood, and it explained why Mikhail was so eerily calm while I was falling apart. But the last three rules he mentioned, the ones he had broken, those were the ones that made the air vanish from the room. I felt something magnetic pulling us to each other; it was the same familiar pull I’d grown addicted to."You fell in love," I whispered, my voice trembling as I looked into tho

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.The fireplace fire crackles softly in the silence of the penthouse. Kirill rests his head on my shoulder, his breathing warm against my skin.“What do you think life would have been like…….if we never met?If your mother weren’t the way she is, and my parents were a regular Russian couple, probably living here in England… no, Papa always races about America and their burgers.He’d have moved to America, definitely.” He chuckles, the sound low. “What do you think it would have been like?No trauma……no pain. Just…..”“An utterly boring life?” It was my turn to chuckle.“You think it would have been boring?”“Yeah…. don't get me wrong. It would have been great not to live the lives we lived in the last.Who knows?Maybe you’d be a simple engineer living in your parents' basement, or moving freshly into your apartment after a successful nine-to-five job, working and saving in the world's current economy for about a couple of months or years until you could afford t