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CHAPTER 21

ANGELINE HARRINGTON While I told the details of Angelo's death, he remained standing, watching me as I wiped my face with the linen handkerchief he had given me. The fabric was fine and soft, an absurd contrast to the brutality of his hands. Doubt consumed me from within, a silent panic. Did he believe me? His gaze was still cold, glacial. I couldn't read remorse or understanding in it. Only intense analysis, as if I were a problem to be solved. He approached and sat in the armchair next to mine. I shrank back, moving away instinctively. The simple warmth of his body, so close, already caused me physical revulsion, an echo of the violence that still hurt in me. He noticed my recoil. A muscle pulsed in his jaw, but he didn't comment. Instead, he asked the question that mattered: "Tell me. What really happened the night before. Before you woke up in that room beside me—I need to understand that too." I took a deep breath, diving into the memory that was almost a nightmare. "On the n

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

CHAPTER 22

ANGELINE HARRINGTON Then he looked directly at me and apparently showed no surprise. But now his gray eyes, still hard, seemed to carry a different weight. "Angeline," he said, and my name in his mouth sounded strange, no longer an insult. "Now I realize the size of the mistake I made. I could never do anything to make up for… what I did. I am not a man of regrets." He paused, and his next words left me breathless. "But I am also not an unjust man. I want, in some way… to try not to be another source of pain for you." I was expressionless. Believing that that man of ice was saying those words was impossible—it wasn't an apology, but it was an acknowledgment of his great mistake. That's why my heart was beating out of rhythm, but I still didn't trust, I was still afraid of him. And something told me I had reasons for that. And when he spoke the following words, I confirmed my fears: "Let's go, gather your things," he continued, rising. "Come with me. Today you're going to Moscow."

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

CHAPTER 23

ANGELINE HARRINGTON Now, inside the silent jet that cuts through the night sky toward Moscow, there is no way to escape my destiny and what Nikolai has prepared for me. He is seated on the other side of the aisle, his presence imposing itself even when he stares fixedly at the darkness outside. And something in his silence, in the different rigidity of his shoulders, tells me that he is pondering the monstrous size of his injustice. But, as he himself said with a coldness that cuts, he is not a man to apologize. Instead, he ordered. Ordered this trip, ordered my presence, ordered me to follow him. Once again, he assumes total control of the situation and, consequently, of my life, as if I were a possession that needs to be relocated. A carry-on bag, but one that he has now inspected and decided is worth keeping in a different compartment. But what is that compartment? What is the different purpose he has for me now? It cannot be just to fulfill the council's demand. Something has c

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

CHAPTER 24

ANGELINE HARRINGTON The next morning, I woke up surrounded by an unfamiliar softness. The room was luxurious and beautiful, the bed an invitation to oblivion. But as I got up, that thought came: soon, when I went downstairs, I would feel like an object on display, a strange trophy that Nikolai had decided to exhibit for his team. I walked around the heated room, feeling on my skin the brutal contrast with Dunyavin. The comfort was real, but the sensation of being something prepared, an "exotic ornament" on a new shelf, persisted like a bitter taste beneath something sweet. I dressed in the clothes Mila had left for me—at Nikolai's command. They weren't beautiful in the fashion sense, but they were incredibly comfortable, made of soft wool and simple cuts, perfect for the biting cold outside. I went down the main stairs, my heart beating fast. The mansion in the morning light was even more stunning: low lights, discreet works of art, an expensive silence. I felt like a being from ano

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

CHAPTER 25

ANGELINE HARRINGTON After almost three weeks of receiving daily, icy instructions from Rosana Romanov—how to hold cutlery, the tone of voice to use, how to look (or not look) at powerful men—the routine was broken by a presence I almost didn't recognize. Nikolai reappeared. According to Mila, murmuring sympathetically, he had been in Brazil "taking care of business." He saw me in the corridor, me paralyzed with a book in my hand. His gray eyes swept over me, from head to toe, in a quick and impersonal X-ray. Then, an almost imperceptible nod of his head. "Good morning," he said, his voice hoarse but as dry as the snow outside. And, without waiting for an answer, he turned and entered his quarters, the door closing with a soft and definitive click. That was our reunion. That was our new routine established. From that day on, a tacit and cold agreement governed the mansion. He only appeared at night. I heard the electronic gate, the firm steps on the marble, the door of his study cl

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

CHAPTER 26

NIKOLAI VOLKOV I approached her at dusk, in the only place where she seemed to lower her guard: her room. She was absorbed in the screen of a laptop, a scholar in her golden cell. I announced, without preamble: "There will be a party. In six months. A grand reception. And you will be presented to everyone." She raised her eyes from the screen, the calm in her eyes disappearing to give way to panic. "Do you really wish to go that far?" Her voice came out as a thread of sound. "Present me… with my face like this? You know what this scar means. What they will see." As expected, she protested. The scar, always the scar. The mark I had so hated, and which now was the last obstacle to my absolute control over the situation. But I had the solution already cocked. "The scar will not be a problem," I said, keeping my voice calm, a contrast to hers. "I have already hired the best plastic surgeon in the country. He can give you a new face." She stood motionless, her eyes wide. It was not a

Last Updated : 2026-09-15

CHAPTER 27

ANGELINE HARRINGTON I was still staring at the mirror. My tears had dried, but the pain was a mark deeper than the scar itself. I touched the irregular line, each bump, each depression, as if reading in braille the story of my life. It was an eternal sentence. Not only for the loss of my parents' love, but for the absence of Angelo, my best friend, my twin brother, my protector. "If Angelo were alive…" the thought came, sweet and torturous. He would never have allowed it. I remember the intensity of his gaze, always watching over me. He used to say that twin siblings were soulmates that God had decided not to separate. But for some reason, God separated us. And since then, my life had been a long and silent suffering. The idea of surgery terrified me. It wasn't just the fear of the knife, of anesthesia, of physical pain. It was the fear of failure. That it wouldn't work. That it would be worse. And worse still, it was the fear of expectations. Nikolai's expectations, of the world he

Last Updated : 2026-09-15

CHAPTER 28

ANGELINE HARRINGTON As soon as I informed Yulia, she set herself in motion with admirable speed and efficiency. Her face showed a genuine smile, her eyes shining before the "immense kindness of the Pakhan." I merely watched, my stomach a knot of anxiety and fear. If she only knew, I thought bitterly. If she at least suspected that that man never, never gave something without extracting a return in double. The bill always arrived, and the price was never in money. While she organized a small, practical suitcase, humming softly, I felt myself falling apart inside. Fear of the procedure, of the physical pain, of the anesthesia, of waking up. But above all, fear of disappointment. What if it didn't work? What if it was worse? What if the face that emerged from the bandages was even stranger, a caricature of normality? The trip was a blur. The private jet, the silent arrival at a discreet clinic in the English countryside. Yulia remained by my side, her optimism a stark contrast to my

Last Updated : 2026-09-15

CHAPTER 29

ANGELINE HARRINGTON Yulia and I stayed in a comfortable, discreet, and elegant hotel, by Nikolai's decision as always. I slept very late, my eyes closed, but my mind projecting, on loop, the image of my face on that monitor. I confess it took me a while to fall asleep; my body was like a thread of nervous energy stretched to the limit. At dawn, I woke even earlier; the anxiety hadn't diminished—it had refined itself. When breakfast arrived at the room, I was already dressed, wrapped in a heavy coat. London's cold, I discovered, was different from Moscow's: more humid, more penetrating, an invitation to frozen introspection. Yulia and I had breakfast in silence for a few minutes, until she, unable to contain her nervousness, began to chatter. "Dr. Orlov, ma'am…" she said, her eyes wide. "I was reading. He is extremely discreet, but he attends to figures… you know, from cinema, from royalty. They say he doesn't create new faces, he only gives back what the accident or time tried to st

Last Updated : 2026-09-19

CHAPTER 30

NIKOLAI VOLKOV Irritated was an understatement. I was enraged. Three weeks. Three damned weeks away from my routine, away from my center of power, chasing an accounting error that turned out to be a betrayal. Three weeks holed up in the hunting cabin in Karelia, in that solitude of pines and cutting silence, broken only by the screams of the idiot who was chained in the cellar. The smell of mold, dried blood, and fear still clung to me, even now. He had finally given in, after his fingers began to look more like a poorly assembled puzzle. "Mi… Mikhail…" the man groaned, his voice a thread of agony. "It was him, Pakhan! It was Mikhail!" "Mikhail!" The name echoed in the damp cabin like a gunshot. A direct blow to my deepest suspicion. "Mikhail?!" The question came out in a whisper loaded with venom. I leaned over him, fury making the air around me colder. "That damned bloodsucker… I can't believe there was still a thread of trust for him in some dark corner of my mind." "Mercy, m

Last Updated : 2026-09-16

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