All Chapters of She's Viktor Romanov’s: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Some things are better forgotten

Anya pov.The mirror in my room was my worst enemy. It showed me too much. Every morning, I’d stand in front of it, looking at the woman staring back. The perfect mask. The poised, detached girl Viktor saw. But beneath that mask was someone unraveling.I pulled my hair into a tight bun, forcing my hands to stay steady. Focus, Anya. I repeated the words like a mantra, trying to bury the fear creeping in.Boris’s words echoed in my head: “Celine’s life depends on you. Don’t forget it.” How could I? Every move I made, every lie I told Viktor, was for her. But lately...Lately, Viktor had become more than just a target. He wasn’t supposed to be kind in those fleeting moments. He wasn’t supposed to talk so softly to me, or ask if I was cold, or look at me like he saw more than the mask.The line between the role I was playing and the person I was pretending to be was blurring. And I hated it.I checked my phone, the screen blank except for Boris’s last m

No weaknesses yet

Anya pov.The garden felt emptier after Yuvi and the others left, but my mind was anything but. Viktor’s words replayed in my head like an unrelenting melody. “Do you know what it’s like to lose everything you love in one breath?”I did. Far too well. And maybe that was why his confession struck me harder than it should have. I hadn’t planned for this—for him to reveal parts of himself that didn’t fit the image I had of him. The ruthless mafia boss who loomed over this world wasn’t supposed to grieve lost dreams or carry a weight that felt all too familiar. Leaning against the bench, I tried to shake off the unease settling in my chest. Viktor might have shown me vulnerability tonight, but it didn’t erase what he was—a threat. His world had stolen everything from me. From Celine. I couldn’t afford to forget that. Yet, the way he looked at me... the way he trusted me, even for a fleeting moment, made me question whether I could keep lying to

Everything is fine

Anya pov.Last night, Viktor had peeled back a layer of himself I wasn’t ready to see. His vulnerability lingered in my thoughts, yet I couldn’t afford to dwell on it. My mission—Boris’s threats—still loomed over me. The thought of Celine trapped in that hellish situation haunted me, even now.But then there was Viktor. He had told me once that he didn’t trust anyone, but I could feel the quiet tension building between us, that unspoken undercurrent. He had shown me a part of him last night, a piece of him that felt… human. And I couldn’t shake it off.I was still eavesdropping when I noticed a pair of eyes looking at me. I found Yuvi standing at the far end of the hall, staring at a stack of papers in his hands, his expression as unreadable as ever. His ever-present skepticism was something I could feel in my bones.Yuvi wasn’t just Viktor’s trusted captain—he was his eyes, his enforcer. And he didn’t like me. Not one bit.“Good morning, Anya,” he

My father in all but blood

Viktor pov.The office smelled of leather and wood polish, the kind of scent that calmed a man who carried a weight most wouldn’t survive. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, Vlan standing to my right like the ever-present shadow he had been for years. My consigliere. My father in all but blood. The report in front of me was brief but damning. Another raid—government forces had hit one of my lesser-used hotels. The idiots probably thought they were disrupting something important. Nikolai, had handled the situation admirably, ensuring no trace of anything incriminating remained by the time the authorities arrived. Vlan shifted, clearing his throat. “The boy did well,” he said, his tone neutral, though I could tell he was gauging my reaction. “Da,” I said, tapping a finger against the file. “But the question remains—who is feeding them information?” My voice was low, dangerous, the kind that made lesser men shrink. “We’re looking into it

Another of his games

Anya pov. The air in the small office felt stifling, even with the window cracked open to let in the faint breeze of the late evening. I was surrounded by piles of logistics documents that Viktor had handed me earlier that day, each one dense with numbers and details that meant little to me. But Viktor hadn’t given me this task because he thought I was interested in business. No, this was another one of his games—one I couldn’t afford to lose. The lamp on the desk flickered slightly, casting unsteady shadows across the room. I leaned back in the uncomfortable chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to focus. The tension in my shoulders hadn’t eased since earlier in the day, when Boris had called. His words still rang in my ears, sharp and cutting, like shards of glass. “Anya, I need real intel,” Boris had said, his impatience bleeding through the static of the phone call. “You’ve been with Viktor for weeks, and all you’ve

She's just another pawn, Vlan.

Viktor pov.Anya was becoming a problem. Not in the obvious way—she wasn’t defiant, loud, or careless. No, it was subtler than that, and more dangerous because of it. She was too composed, too cautious, and yet, somehow, too genuine. It was almost as if she didn’t know how much danger she was really in.When I assigned her the logistics documents, it wasn’t because I needed her input. I wanted to see how she’d handle the pressure. Would she flounder? Ask for help? Or worse, betray her ignorance? But when she touched me, I felt something spark in me. Anya wasn’t what she seemed.A part of me almost wanted to believe she was loyal.But trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford.Vlan cornered me as I stepped out of my office. His timing was always inconvenient, but tonight, I didn’t have the patience for it. “Viktor,” he started, his voice low but firm, “we need to talk.” I paused, already knowing where this conversation was headed. The man ha

Fear is dangerous

Anya pov.The phone felt heavy in my hand as I stared at it. The scheduled call with Boris was minutes away, and my stomach churned with a mix of guilt and dread. Every word I spoke to him felt like I was pulling at a thread, unraveling everything I’d built—or pretended to. I glanced at the corner of the room, where the faint hum of the security cameras reminded me I was never truly alone. Viktor’s world was a cage, beautiful and deadly, and I was stuck somewhere between playing the pawn and wanting to burn the whole game board. When the phone buzzed, I swallowed hard and answered. “Yes?” “Anya,” Boris’s voice came through, sharp and impatient. “Tell me what you have.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “Viktor’s been focused on a new shipment route,” I began, carefully choosing my words. “But it’s nothing solid yet. He’s also been monitoring one of his rivals—Dmitri. They had a brief clash over territory.” It wasn’t a lie,

Whatever game Anya was playing, I was already loosing

Viktor povI stood by the window in my study, the soft hum of conversation from the party still lingering in the halls. The night had ended, but my mind was far from quiet.Anya.Her name rested at the edge of every thought, like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Watching her tonight—cloaked in unease, yet managing to play the role expected of her—only confirmed what I already knew: she was hiding something.“Ty igrayesh’ s ognyom,” (You’re playing with fire) Vlan’s voice echoed in my head, his earlier warning sharp and direct.He had pulled me aside before the party, his expression grim, as it always was when Anya became the topic of conversation.“She’s a liability, Viktor,” he had said, his tone low but firm. “She doesn’t belong here. The longer you keep her, the more dangerous she becomes—for you, for us.”“I’m aware,” I had replied curtly, brushing him off as I always did. But Vlan didn’t back down. He never did.“You’re not,” he had countered. “You’re

Curiosity killed the cat

Anya pov.Trust me to be as curious as a cat, I hated being confined to a particular spot, and that morning I knew I had to satisfy my libido.I haven't explored half of the mansion and today was the day. I’d spent weeks confined to my designated space, always under watch, always careful. But today, curiosity gnawed at me like a persistent itch. I had to know more about the place I was trapped in. Viktor’s world was a mystery—beautiful, deadly, and completely off-limits. The moment I slipped into the east wing, I knew I’d crossed a line. It was quieter here, colder. Even the air felt different, heavier somehow. My steps echoed as I crept past closed doors, each one more ornate than the last. What secrets hid behind them? I reached a door slightly ajar, light spilling into the dim hallway. Before I could peek inside, a deep voice startled me. “Miss, you’re not allowed here.” I jumped and turned to find two guards standing behind me, their exp

Good to see you too, Babushka

Viktor pov.I found Nikolai in the garage, sitting on the hood of one of my classic cars, a smirk playing on his lips as he twirled a wrench in his hand. The kid always had a way of making himself comfortable, no matter the situation. But this wasn’t about his ease—it was about what I’d seen earlier.Inasmuch as he was managing and overseeing the businesses, he studied online, heh had wanted to be an engineer and that, he would be.“Zachem ty tam bil?” (Why were you there?) I asked, my voice sharp enough to make him glance up, though his grin didn’t falter.“What, talking to Anya?” he said, shrugging as if it was nothing. “We were just having fun, Dyadya. You should try it sometime.”My jaw tightened. “She’s not part of your games, Nikolai.”He hopped off the car, still smiling but with a glint of defiance in his eyes. “Games? We were talking. Laughing. Is that forbidden now? Or are you just jealous?”The word hit like a slap, though I didn’t let it

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