Code Name Anastasia Chapter 41 Novels & Stories

“We both had something to gain. You were just… part of the plan.” The rage that tore through me was almost blinding. My hand moved before I could stop it. The slap cracked through the room, my palm stinging instantly. Adrian didn’t flinch. He just looked at me, eyes glinting, and took a slow drag from his cigarette. “You smoke now?” Naya didn't even recognize the man anymore. What the hell had gone wrong in 24hours? Daniel chuckled, the sound low and pleased, like he was watching a play he’d paid for in advance.

So, I become deeply surprised when our bodies begin to move with the music, and I automatically place my head on his warm muscular chest while listening to his strong heart beat to the rhythm of the music. “Why is it that this man has so effortlessly tamed me in a moment when no other has ever managed to? Should I let him? Or should I fight the tie that binds us?” I begin to wonder as I feel the magic take hold, because I am not strong enough to stop it. When I don’t say anything, he holds me closer and then asks softly, “Anastasia, I think I will call you Ana?” Hearing this, I glance up into those beautiful eyes before I nod, and he leans down to devour my mouth with his. Feeling the mag

She always went weak whenever she gave her that look. “I know what you want, but it’s not even meal time yet. Okay, I will give you some dried fish stick as a treat but you must leave me alone when I am playing. How does that sound?” Just then, there was a knock on her door. Galina put down her cat and walked over to get the door. When she opened it, a bright smile escaped her lips as she saw her best friend Anastasia standing there looking beautiful with her beautiful beige winter coat and brown fur hat matched with the same brown colored gloves and a bright red lipstick on. Behind her like usual was her bodyguard Alexander who never left her side for as long as she knew him.

"But I am running out of reasons not to say this one." My heart was going hard. The room felt smaller. He was close enough now that I caught that clean dark scent that did something to me every single time, and I stopped pretending it didn't. "Caspian." "Say it." "This is a bad idea." "You keep telling me that." The smallest smile. "And you keep showing up anyway. Two dinners. A storm. Tonight. At some point, Anastasia, a smart woman has to ask herself why she keeps walking towards the thing she says is a bad idea."

I would destroy her the same way I destroyed every enemy who thought they could beat me. Quietly. Patiently. Completely. I turned my head a fraction toward Marco. “Take the maid away. She’s no longer useful.” Katya began sobbing again as Marco cut her down. Anastasia smiled, satisfied, as if the entire ugly scene had been neatly tidied. “Good. Now come upstairs and prepare yourself. The girl will be here soon. Her name is Vanya. You’ll like her. She’s… very quiet.” I said nothing. A wife. How laughable.

Her gaze sweeps the tables and then back to the counter, and then shifts to the books, corner. And there it is. Realization. It flickers across Anastasia’s face like a lightbulb sparking to life. Her frown shifts into something else...eyebrows lifting, lips parting, an almost-smirk that she tries to swallow but doesn’t quite manage. “You sly bastard,” She smirks, while I can't help but mirror her expression as I shrug, "You brought me here to meet your girl." ***

I won't force her to do anything. Night fell and Anastasia did not come out of her room and she was sitting on the bed staring at the void in front of her with a slash to hear the sound of the door opening and Levi entered to look at him excitedly, but when he saw her, he turned his eyes away to continue his way inside and noticed that she sighed sadly

When I returned—heels echoing, dress swishing like a warning—I saw it. Her. Anastasia. Leaning against the study’s door frame like she was auditioning for “Desperate Housewives of Billionaire Estates.” Inside, Jace stood stiff as a skyscraper. Hands in his pockets. Jaw clenched so hard I could hear the tension. Anastasia was slinking toward him like a cat in heat. “I’m just saying,” she purred, voice syrupy and desperate. “Our union would make headlines. You and me? It would be a royal event. Everyone around the world would be watching…”

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

she whispered, voice soft, fragile. Right? My jaw clenched. My mind scrambled through every warning, every suspicion I’d thrown her way. Right about what? And then I saw it. Anastasia. On her knees in the middle of the room, her body pulled taut by silver chains biting into her skin. Her wrists and ankles smoked faintly where the metal touched, she couldn’t move, couldn’t shift. Her head was bowed, but even in defeat she carried that air of arrogance that made my teeth grind.