I am not marrying Isabella

Viktor pov.I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her voice trembled when she talked about her father. The bitterness, the pain—it clung to her words like a scar too deep to heal. It gnawed at me, the way she shut herself off, how she carried her wounds like armor. I’d seen plenty of broken people in my life. Hell, I’d caused some of that brokenness. But Anya? She wasn’t broken—she was surviving, and it made me want to crush anything or anyone who had ever made her feel like she wasn’t enough. I paced my study, the walls feeling too close, the air too heavy. “Chyort,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. Damn it, why did she have to get under my skin like this? My phone buzzed on the desk, Yuvi’s name lighting up the screen. I swiped to answer. “What?” I snapped. “Good evening to you too,” Yuvi said dryly. “I assume you’ve thought about the Isabella situation?” I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the phone.

Love? Obsession?

Anya pov.I had barely started to process Viktor’s words from earlier. His confession felt raw, almost too big for me to hold in my hands. He had looked at me like I was the only thing in the room, his voice steady but filled with something I didn’t know how to name. Love? Obsession? Something else entirely? Now, sitting in my room, I was trying to make sense of it all when his voice carried through the hallway, sharp and unmistakable. “Da,” he barked into the phone, pacing somewhere nearby. “Skazhi mne srazu” (Tell me now). I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but Viktor didn’t exactly whisper. The words were clipped, the edge in his tone enough to make my stomach tighten. Then there was silence, heavy and sudden. He turned to me.“I need to go downstairs,” he said, his voice tight. “Why? What happened?” I asked, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my chest. His jaw worked like he was chewing over something he didn’t want to say. Finally,

With respect, Irina is your grandmother

Viktor pov.The sound of my footsteps echoed through the hallway as I stormed toward the security room. Fury burned in my chest, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. Isabella. That woman had the nerve to show up here without warning. Worse, someone had let her in without my permission. “Yuvi!” I barked as I entered the room. He was standing by the monitors, his face impassive as always, but I could see the faint flicker of tension in his jaw. “Boss,” he said, turning to me. “Explain,” I demanded, my voice low but laced with menace. “Why is Isabella here?” Yuvi squared his shoulders, his hands clasped behind his back. “Irina called. She insisted it was urgent and that I let Isabella in. I had no choice.” “Nyet,” I said sharply. “You always have a choice. Your loyalty is to me, not Irina.” Yuvi hesitated, and that hesitation stoked the flames of my anger. “With respect, Irina is your grandmother—” “She’s a complication

I am your fiancée, Viktor

Viktor pov.Later that evening, Isabella cornered me in the study.“Are you going to keep ignoring me?” she demanded, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.I leaned against the edge of the desk, my expression impassive. “What do you want, Isabella?”“What do I want?” she repeated, her voice rising. “I want to know why you’re treating me like I’m invisible. I’m your fiancee, Viktor!”I exhaled slowly, my patience wearing thin. “You’re not my fiancee,” I said, my tone cold and final.Her eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face before anger took over. “Is this because of her? That girl?”I didn’t answer.“It is, isn’t it?” she accused, stepping closer. “You’ve been distant ever since she came into the picture. You’re obsessed with her, Viktor. You’ve barely looked at me, let alone touched me.”“Enough,” I said, my voice low but firm.But she didn’t stop. “What happened to us? We were friends once, Viktor. Don’t you remember? We grew up together. I’ve loved you for years—since

I am not going anywhere

Anya pov.The mansion was quieter than usual that evening, but the silence didn’t feel peaceful. It was heavy, like the air before a storm. I couldn’t ignore the tension between Viktor and Isabella since we’d returned from the estate.Whatever was going on between them, it wasn’t just about me, though I could feel the it pressing on my chest.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the untouched book in my lap. My body ached, the bruises on my arms and ribs fading but still sore.My reflection in the vanity mirror was not a seeable sight yet Viktor kept telling me how beautiful I was when we made love last night.There was a knock at the door. I looked up, half expecting Viktor, but it was Nikolai who walked in, his usual smirk in place.“Privet, kukolka,” he said, his tone light as he leaned against the doorframe.I rolled my eyes at the nickname, though it no longer stung as much as it once did. “What do you want, Nik

All Chapters of She's Viktor Romanov’s: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

I am not marrying Isabella

Love? Obsession?

With respect, Irina is your grandmother

I am your fiancée, Viktor

I am not going anywhere