Semua Bab I KISSED MY EX'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE: Bab 111 - Bab 120

LELLAI forced my legs to move through the rapidly accumulating snow as the wind whipped violently around the street corners. The cold was becoming dangerous, settling deep into my bones and making every breath burn in my throat.​I kept my head down, squinting through the blinding white flakes, desperately looking for any shelter. The massive imperial buildings of Moscow loomed above me like stone giants, but their grand facades were completely uninviting to a stranded stranger.Just then, I stopped when I spotted the glowing neon sign of a small basement cafe cut through the gray haze of the storm. I stumbled down a short flight of concrete steps and pushed open a wooden door.​The blast of warm air that hit me, with a scent of rich coffee and baked dough. The cafe was small, filled with small wooden tables and the low hum of Russian chatter. I stood awkwardly just inside the entrance, shivering uncontrollably as the snow melted off my coat, pooling onto the floor. I didn't have a

VIKTORDamn it to hell!The leather cracked when ​I slammed my hands against the steering wheel as the tires of my SUV screeched, fighting for traction on the black ice of the Moscow streets. The windshield wipers were sweeping frantically, doing nothing to clear the blinding whiteout of the storm, but I didn't care. I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator, pushing the vehicle to its absolute limit.​Lella was here, in my city, lost in the dead of winter, without a phone, without money, and without protection.​When Thomas had called me four hours ago to tell me they had lost her in a stampede at Leningradsky station, I had nearly ripped my desk out of the floorboards. What is she doing here? In the middle of the snowstorm? Did she not check the weather before coming here? Are Thomas and Lev that incompetent?She was supposed to be safe in Saint Petersburg, preparing to fly back to New York, away from me. Instead, she's lost in an unfamiliar city and her incompetent, worthless b

VIKTOR​No, no, no.​I threw the door open and hit the ground running before the car had even fully stopped rocking.​"LELLA!!!" ​"Sir, stay back! The structure is unstable!" Thomas shouted, grabbing my arm as I charged toward the blazing structure.​"Get off me! She’s in there!!!” I snarled, violently ripping my arm out of his grip and raising my gun.The massive orange and yellow flames ripped through the corrugated iron roof, tearing into the dark sky and turning the falling blizzard into a surreal shower of golden ash. ​My elite team moved quickly, forming a perimeter. Two of my men tackled a side door with a hydraulic ram, breaching it in a shower of sparks, but a backdraft of heat forced them back, coughing violently into their vests.​I sprinted toward the main loading dock as the terror of being too late was suffocating me. I didn't care about the crumbling roof, if she was inside that fire, I would go in after her.​"LELLA!" I screamed into the burning abyss while my eyes sc

LELLAI stepped out of the bathroom with a feeling of being exposed too much. The shimmering lingerie clung to my skin, the plunging neckline and lace panels making me feel completely naked in the chilly air of the room. I managed to splash some cold water on my face and tame my tangled hair, but no amount of fixing up could hide the fear and fury in my eyes.​I stood in the center of the room, crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself as best as I could, and glared directly at the blinking red eye of the CCTV camera.​"I did what you wanted. Now let me out."​I braced myself for the mocking voice to crackle through the speaker with his twisted approval. But the speaker remained silent. ​Instead, the electronic lock on the door suddenly clicked.​My breath hitched in my throat as I instinctively took a step back and watched the door swing open. But it wasn't the sophisticated villain behind the camera who stepped through.​ It was two of the massive, bearded men from that building.

LELLAMy eyes fluttered open, and I braced myself for the blinding spotlights or the crimson walls, but instead, my vision was met with soft, pastel hues.Pink ceilings? I looked at where I'm lying. ​It's a huge bed, complete with a white canopy draped elegantly overhead. I sat up quickly as my head throbbed and continued glancing around in bewilderment. The room was massive and entirely drenched in pink. Blush walls, plush rose-colored rugs, and delicate white furniture with gold trim. It looked like a princess’s bedroom, but the scale and craftsmanship screamed wealth.​Suddenly, I caught sight of my own arms. ​The glittering lingerie was gone. I was wearing a pair of soft silk pajamas in blush pink.​A panic shot through my chest. Someone else had changed my clothes. Someone had stripped me while I was unconscious, touching me and dressing me like a lifeless doll.F*ck! I scrambled out of the bed and bolted toward the white-and-gold door on the far side of the room. My hand sh