All Chapters of She's Viktor Romanov’s: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Will she live?

Viktor povI made sure I watched the warehouse burn to ashes. If Boris thought you could play a game, I would show him I was the master.I left there and couldn't go home straight, so I had to go to the hospital to check on Celine.I stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed, as the doctor inspected Celine. She lay on the examination table, her frail frame barely making an impression on the thin mattress. Her skin was pale, stretched tight over bones that should never have been visible. “Malnourished,” the doctor said, his tone clinical but tinged with anger. “Severely dehydrated. Signs of long-term abuse—both physical and…” He hesitated, glancing at me. “Sexual.” The word hit like a punch to the gut, but I kept my face stone cold. Showing emotion now would help no one. This would definitely hurt Anya. So bad.“Scars on her back, arms, and thighs suggest frequent beatings. Some wounds are still healing. Her body is under extreme stress. Frankly, I’m amazed she’s alive.” I

Stop acting like a lovesick fool

Viktor pov.The whiskey burned in my throat as I leaned back in the chair, my temples pounding with a rhythm that matched the chaos swirling in my head. Boris had escaped again, slipping through my fingers like a ghost. Celine was safe for now, but the sight of her broken body haunted me. That bastard would pay, I swore to myself. No matter how long it took, no matter the cost, Boris would feel everything he had inflicted on others and more. A sharp knock pulled me out of my thoughts. "Come in," I called, my voice gruff. Nikolai stepped into the room, his face dark with anger. His usual easy going demeanor was gone, replaced with something sharp and unrelenting. “What's wrong?” I asked, already bracing myself for the answer. He slammed the door shut behind him, pacing a few steps before he stopped, fists clenched at his sides. “Anya,” he said, his voice tight. “She was taken to the Krasnaya komnata (Red Room).”The words hit me like a bullet to the chest. “What?” I said surp

Because you're mine to protect

Viktor pov.I stared at her, my jaw tight. “The Romanov name depends on me. Not you. Not Isabella. Me. And I’ll decide what’s best for this family.”“You’ll destroy us,” she said, shaking her head. “And I won’t stand by and let that happen.”I turned on my heel, leaving her standing there, her words echoing in my ears. The rage still simmered beneath my skin as I made my way back to Anya’s room. Irina’s words rang in my ears, but I pushed them aside. Right now, my priority wasn’t her, the Romanov name, or even my feud with Boris. It was Anya. When I opened the door, she was still where I had left her, sitting awkwardly on the bed with her back stiff, trying not to let the fabric touch her raw wounds. Her face was pale, her eyes was downcast, and the sight of her like that—a shadow of the fire she usually carried—made my chest tighten painfully. “Viktor,” she said softly when she saw me. I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I crossed the room, my steps measured but purposef

She thinks I am a threat

Anya pov.When I opened my eyes, pain rushed through my body, sharp and unrelenting. My back felt like fire. I turned my head slowly, taking in my surroundings. The dim light of my room was both familiar and foreign. It was quiet, too quiet, except for the soft hum of the air. I shifted slightly, trying to sit up, and bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. “Bozhe moy,”I muttered under my breath. (My God.) The events from the Red Room flashed in my mind—the cold walls, the sharp sting of the whip, and Irina’s cold, calculating gaze. But then there was Viktor. His rage, his possessiveness, the way he had stormed in like a force of nature to defend me. I didn’t understand him. One moment he was distant, a fortress of indifference, and the next, he was there, protecting me like I was something precious. It was confusing, and I hated how my thoughts kept circling back to him. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my spiraling thought

Distrust is a lesser threat than betrayal

Viktor pov.The air in my office felt heavier than usual, the kind of weight that pressed against your chest and refused to let up. I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin as Yuvi and the others filed into the room. Their faces ranged from cautious to outright skeptical, though none dared show it too plainly. My gaze swept over each of them, calculating, probing. These were the men I trusted most—at least, I thought I did. “Anton warned about a mole,” I began, my voice even but cold enough to send a shiver through the room. “And while you might think his words mean nothing, I don’t have the luxury of doubt.” Yuvi, standing nearest to me, crossed his arms. His dark eyes were sharp, challenging, as always. “Boss, Anton is a snake. He’s stirring the pot because he knows you hate loose ends. This is his way of creating chaos.” “Or,” I countered, my tone hardening, “he’s telling the truth, and there’s someone under my roof feeding informa

Who are your parents?

Anya pov.When I was summoned to Irina’s quarters the second time, a wave of dread settled over me. My steps down the hall were hesitant, each one heavier than the last, as though my legs were shackled with invisible chains. The sharp ache in my side from the last punishment was a cruel reminder of the consequences of displeasing her. A dozen scenarios ran through my mind and none of them were good. What had I done now? Or was this another game for her, a reminder of her power over me?And Vitor wasn't around to save me.The guards outside her door exchanged a glance but said nothing as one of them pushed the door open. My breath caught as I stepped inside, the room as oppressive as her icy gaze. Irina was seated on a high-backed chair, the epitome of composed cruelty, with her hands clasped in front of her. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto me the moment I entered, their intensity making me feel like prey.“Gurl,” she said, surprisingly cal

What are you hiding?

Viktor pov.Someone was working against me. A mole.I sat in my office, my hands gripping the edge of my desk. The weight of my empire and the fragile balance I maintained pressed heavily on my shoulders. It wasn’t just the business. It was Anya, too. Protecting her while keeping control of everything else felt like walking a tightrope over fire.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Vkhodi,” I said, my voice sharp. (Come in.)Yuvi stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. He was loyal, or so I thought. But trust was a fragile thing, and even the most loyal men could break under the right pressure.“Any updates?” I asked, my tone leaving no room for excuses.Yuvi hesitated for a fraction of a second—just long enough for my paranoia to flare. “No concrete evidence, boss,” he said. “We’ve been monitoring everyone, but nothing unusual has come up.”“Nothing unusual?” I repeated, my voice low and dangerous. I leaned forward, pi

He cares about you

Anya pov.Pain was my constant companion now, an ache that settled deep in my ribs and radiated through every muscle. Each step I took reminded me of how fragile my situation truly was. But today, the ache was different, less about my bruises and more about my heart. Viktor had said he would take me to see Celine, and the thought of seeing her both comforted and terrified me. He had given me the condition to heal better before seeing her, he didn't tell me what went wrong with her but I feared.Would she still be the Celine I knew? Or had Boris’s cruelty broken her beyond repair? I was in the middle of these thoughts when the doorknob clicked unlocked. Viktor stepped in without waiting for permission, his presence filling the room as it always did. He was dressed in a sharp black suit, every inch the imposing man I had come to know. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with impatience. I turned to face him, my movements s

You're not as unreadable as you think

Viktor pov.The evening stretched long, the mansion silent save for the faint rustle of wind outside my study window. I paced the length of the room, my mind a storm I couldn’t quiet. Images of Anya flashed in my head—her fiery defiance, the vulnerability she tried so hard to mask, and the fleeting moments when she let her guard slip. Each thought only tightened the knot in my chest. I hated how she consumed my every waking thought. No matter how much I tried to focus on other things, my mind would wander. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—those wide, questioning eyes, her lips trembling with unsaid words. I growled under my breath, gripping the edge of the desk. This wasn’t who I was. I was Viktor Romanov—ruthless, calculated, untouchable. I didn’t lose focus. Yet, here I was, questioning my decisions because of one woman. “Mne eto ne nravitsya,” (I don’t like this), I muttered to myself. The arranged marriage to Isabella loomed

I am falling for you

Anya pov.The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. I woke slowly, the ache in my ribs reminded me that I wasn’t fully healed yet. Shifting against the pillow, my mind replayed Viktor’s words from last night. “I’m falling for you.” The confession had been unexpected, raw, and it unsettled me. How could someone like him—powerful, dangerous, and so far removed from my world—feel anything for someone like me? It didn’t make sense. I sat up carefully, wincing as a sharp pain lanced through my side. Every movement reminded me of my fragility. Healing was slow, but the physical wounds were nothing compared to the storm in my head. Viktor’s words had felt genuine, but I couldn’t trust them. Not when I couldn’t even trust myself. He had told me that we would be here for a few days getting fresh air. I kinda liked it because I was bored to death by just being in that forte.The estate was sprawling and quiet, the kind of place where e

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