All Chapters of She's Viktor Romanov’s: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Because if I get tired, people die

Anya pov.Viktor’s words hung in the air, heavy and possessive.“You’re mine.”I felt my chest tighten, a mix of anger and unease curling in my stomach. His voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. The weight behind it was enough. I looked at him, trying not to let the storm inside me show.“Entendido,” I murmured, my voice quiet. (Understood.)But the truth was, I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand how someone could speak those words as if I were a thing to own.I didn’t understand how Viktor could look at me with those sharp, calculating eyes, and yet… I felt drawn to him. That part infuriated me the most.He didn’t move, standing there like some immovable wall, his presence suffocating. His gaze held mine for a beat too long, like he was searching for something in my eyes.I forced myself to meet it, unwilling to look away first.“Good,” he said finally, the word clipped. “Don’t forget it.”

A girl like you doesn't belong at this table

Anya pov.It was dinner time, one of those where everyone ate together. It was the first I'd witnessed and Viktor ordered me to, note that I was still pretending to be submissive even when I wished to tell him I wasn't interested.They had other guests, Nikolia had once briefed me about dinners like this and I dreaded it.Irina sat at the head, her spine straight as a ruler, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk. The family was gathered, and the air was thick with tension.The clinking of cutlery against fine china was the only sound that dared to challenge her presence. I sat near the corner, quiet, observing, trying to make myself invisible.But Irina wasn’t one to let things slide.“Anya,” she said suddenly, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.My chest tightened. “Sí, señora?” (Yes, ma’am?)She raised a hand, silencing the soft murmur of conversation around us. All eyes turned to me. I felt their stares, co

Drop it, Vlan!

Viktor’s pov.The room was dimly lit, as I sat at the massive oak table in my study. Papers and maps were spread out before me, but I wasn’t reading any of them. My thoughts kept drifting back to earlier that evening.Anya.Irina had humiliated her in front of everyone at dinner, commanding her to sit on the floor like a dog. She hadn’t flinched. Not outwardly, at least.She’d folded her legs beneath her and sat on the cold marble, her chin tilted high in defiance of the indignity.And I?I had done nothing.Because I couldn’t.Irina was not just my grandmother; she was the matriarch of the Romanov family. Even in her old age, her word carried more weight than mine in certain matters, especially when it came to family traditions.To challenge her in front of the others would have been a sign of disrespect—weakness.But it grated on me. Seeing Anya like that… It wasn’t right.“Kum(Boss)

Are you joking, girl?

Anya pov.The air in the mansion was colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. I kept my hands busy wiping the same spot on the countertop over and over again, pretending like I wasn’t stealing glances at him from the corner of my eye.Viktor sat at the dining table, his piercing eyes fixed on a stack of papers in front of him. Even when he wasn’t looking at me, I could feel his presence like a weight pressing on my chest.I’d been here for weeks now, and my every move was monitored, though not obviously. They didn’t need cameras or guards at every corner. Viktor’s people had a way of just… knowing.“Shto mnye te-per' dye-lat?” I whispered under my breath. What do I do now?I had managed to slip one small piece of information to Boris. It was risky, but I had no choice.The shipment route was the kind of detail he wanted—just enough to keep him interested without giving him everything. I had to play this carefully. If Viktor su

I wasn't a man who got played

Viktor povHer submission felt like a lie. I saw it in her eyes every time she looked at me, like she was plotting something behind those long lashes. Anya wasn’t like the others. The defiance that once burned in her hadn’t disappeared—it had just gone underground. And now, she was trying to play me. I wasn’t a man who got played. She was dusting the bookshelves in my office, a task I hadn’t asked her to do. Every move of hers felt calculated, too careful. She lingered in the same spot for too long, pretending to focus on the details. “You can stop that,” I said, my voice sharp. She turned slowly, her hands pausing mid-motion. “I’m just trying to help,” she replied, her tone soft, almost meek. I didn’t buy it. “Since when do you care about being helpful?” Her lips parted as if she was about to argue, but instead, she lowered her gaze. “I figured I might as well make myself useful.” Po-lez-nyy? Vot eshchyo. Useful, my ass.

Kukolka

Anya pov.The next evening, I sat curled up on the small armchair by the window, a book resting on my lap. I wasn’t really reading—my mind couldn’t focus long enough. The pages blurred together as thoughts of Viktor and his endless games gnawed at me. What was his end goal? What did he want from me, truly? A sharp knock at the door startled me. No, not a knock—a demand. The door swung open before I could answer, revealing Viktor in all his cold, controlled fury. “Kukolka,” he said, his voice low and biting. “Come with me. Now.” My heart sank. The way he said it left no room for argument. I closed the book and placed it on the small table by the chair, keeping my movements slow and deliberate to hide the unease bubbling inside me. “Where are we going?” I asked, though I already knew better than to expect an answer. “Don’t ask questions. Follow.” I sighed, standing up. I knew it would be dangerous to disobey. He led me through the hall

This could be you

Anya pov.Lying in my room, I stared at the ceiling, the events of the evening looping through my mind like a punishment. Viktor’s cruel smirk, his taunting whispers—“This could be you.” The words echoed louder than I wanted them to. I felt the heat crawl up my neck again, not just from anger but from something I didn’t want to admit to myself. “Chyort voz'mi…” Damn it…, I muttered under my breath. The man was infuriating. Cruel. Manipulative. But what unsettled me the most was how, even after everything, he had managed to crawl under my skin. The memory of his closeness, the way his voice dipped low when he leaned into me—it made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t like. I rolled over, burying my face into the pillow. I had a job to do, a life to save, and there I was letting my thoughts spiral into dangerous places. But no matter how hard I tried, the anger wouldn’t leave me. It coiled tighter, settling low in my body, like a pressure that refu

What are you hiding?

Anya pov. The game I played with Viktor was growing more dangerous by the day. Every move I made had to be calculated, my mask carefully held in place, or the cost would be Celine’s life. I sat silently by Viktor’s side as he met with his lieutenants in the grand dining room that doubled as his war room. You may think it was easy, the other soldiers had communicated with him with their faces that I shouldn't be there. But he was the Don. And he had the final say, so I gotta stay while pretending not to know what they were talking about. And other times, I wouldn't be there because they would be in a more inner room. Maps were spread out across the table, and hushed voices exchanged coded information. I stayed still, pretending to be uninterested as I poured drinks and kept my gaze down. But I listened. Every word, every pause, every piece of information. “Tigr peremeshchaetsya cherez severnyy marshru

Was I not convincing enough?

Anya pov.The door slammed behind Viktor, his footsteps echoing as he walked away. I didn’t move right away. I just stood there, frozen, my fingers still gripping the phone he had taken from me just moments ago. It felt too warm, still radiating the heat of his touch, but now it was just an object I didn’t want to hold. It felt like it weighed a ton.I quickly locked the door, leaning against it for a moment, closing my eyes to steady myself. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had almost lost control. Just moments ago, I was on the verge of everything coming undone—my carefully crafted facade almost cracked completely. I had been so close.Too close. But I survived. I always survived. I glanced down at the phone in my hand, wondering if Viktor had seen something that gave him more reason to doubt me. But as I scrolled through the messages once again, I found nothing. Just the same harmless exchanges with my mother. I felt a pang in my chest, th

She was a different kind of threat

Viktor pov.I sat in my study, the air heavy with the scent of cedarwood and leather. The desk lamp cast a dim glow, illuminating the papers in front of me. Numbers, routes, shipments—I knew these details inside and out, yet tonight they blurred together, meaningless. The quiet shuffle of footsteps pulled my attention. I looked up as Anya stepped into the room, carrying a tray with a teapot and a single cup. Her movements were deliberate, and precise, but I caught the slight tremble in her hands as she set the cup before me. “Chai, Kukolta” (Tea, doll)," I said, my voice calm but commanding. She flinched slightly at the nickname, a flicker of emotion crossing her face before she masked it. I leaned back in my chair, studying her. She had been with me for weeks now, her presence quiet but unsettling. She did everything right—too right. There was a carefulness to her that made me wonder. Was it fear? Or something more? “Tell me, Kukolta,” I b

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