All Chapters of She's Viktor Romanov’s: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Anya pov.I couldn’t shake the feeling of Viktor’s eyes on me. It was as if he was watching my every move, studying me, trying to figure me out. I had always been good at keeping a low profile, blending in, and staying unnoticed. But with Viktor, it felt impossible. He was everywhere. Even when I tried to focus on my work, his presence loomed over me, like a shadow I couldn’t escape. His gaze was sharp, his attention relentless. It unnerved me, made me feel exposed in a way I wasn’t used to.Every time our eyes met, I had to force myself to look away. Spasibo (thank you) for nothing. I cursed myself for feeling this way. I knew better than to get tangled up with someone like him. He was dangerous, calculating, and I was just a pawn in his game. But it was hard not to feel drawn to him. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me, but the way he made me feel—alive, noticed, wanted. I was supposed to gather information, to feed Boris whatever he needed

Viktor pov.I woke up slowly, a warmth beside me that hadn’t been there before. The soft rise and fall of Anya’s breath was the only sound in the room, the only thing pulling me from the fog of sleep. It felt strange. I wasn’t used to waking up beside someone. She was still asleep, lying on her side, her body curled up against the warmth of mine. Her dark hair spread out across the pillow, and for a moment, I let myself just watch her. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I certainly didn’t expect this feeling—the one that clawed at my chest, something almost... soft. I was Viktor Romanov, the boss of this empire. I had learned long ago to guard every part of myself. My emotions, my thoughts, everything was locked away behind walls that no one could break through. But now, lying beside Anya, those walls were beginning to crack. I watched her for a moment longer, my gaze lingering on her features. There was something about the way she looked in the mor

Viktor pov.The hot, humid air of Mexico wrapped around me like a thick, suffocating blanket as I stood at the edge of the warehouse, watching the workers unload the shipment. It was supposed to be a simple operation. Get in, oversee the goods, and leave without incident. Of course, nothing ever went as planned. Not in my world. Not when the stakes were this high.Ty skazal by, chto vse budet legko. (You’d think it would be easy.) But I knew better. My life was always tangled in chaos, and this was just another day at the office. The Mexican cartel was a headache I didn’t need, but it was one I had to manage. The shipment we were unloading was crucial to the business, and if it was tampered with, it would set us back months. I stood back, letting my men handle the finer details. My eyes flicked over the warehouse. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but then again, that’s when the trouble usually hit—when you least expected it. I had trained myself to wat

Anya pov The day began the same way it always did in Viktor’s mansion—with tension thick enough to choke me. Irina and Isabella seemed to make it their personal mission to remind me I didn’t belong there. Every sideways glance, every muttered insult in passing, chipped away at my patience. “Anya, grab that tray. Or is carrying tea too difficult for you?” Irina’s voice carried the same sharpness as a whip. I clenched my jaw, taking the tray from the table without a word. The weight wasn’t much, but the humiliation was heavy enough. Isabella chuckled, twirling her wine glass. “You’re so good at this, babushka. Maybe she should’ve been a waitress instead of whatever she is now. Not much difference, really.” I ignored them, the old trick I’d learned during my training kicking in—focus on the goal, not the noise. The goal was survival, information, and eventually freedom. But today, they were relentless. “You know, Viktor’s gotten soft,” Isab

Anya pov.That night, I couldn’t sleep. No matter how much I shifted under the covers or tried to block out my thoughts, it was useless. My mind wouldn’t stop circling back to Viktor. I missed him. His calm yet commanding presence. His sharp gaze, which could cut through any lie but soften when he looked at me. The way he called me kukolka in that low, teasing voice, like I was his little secret. But I wasn’t just restless because I missed him. It was because of everything. Everywhere felt lonely and bored and I couldn't do anything. I couldn't get that night out of my head, the night we had sex, it felt more than what a master would do to his slave that he bought.It was more.I got out of bed, wrapping a shawl around my shoulders. “Spokoynoy nochi, Viktor,” I whispered to the empty room, wishing he could somehow hear me. The corridors were cold and dimly lit as I wandered aimlessly. It wasn’t unusual for me to do this; walking helped me thi