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“You look way too serious tonight. “ She says and my eyes flicker to her. Anastasia is one of the most popular models in the whole world right now. She recently signed a contract with a big fashion brand. Real, stunning beauty. She is also always in a good mood, ready for a party. The perfect distraction from a long, hard day. She knows NOTHING about politics or business. And yet I am here, my mind elsewhere. “I’m just tired because of the flight. “ I say. “I think I know a great way to help you wake up?” Anastasia crosses her legs and the dress opens to reveal long, perfectly- shaped limbs, smooth skin and legs that all men want wrapping around their shoulders. “What do you offer?” I ask an

I say as she leaves the terminal and out of sight. “Tati, find out everything you can about a woman called Anastasia Renato. I want it all before we land in Sicily.” I say to her and she nods her head when Ivan chuckles and I look at him and raise an eyebrow. “What is it?” I ask him, and he smiles at me. “Anastasia in Russian means resurrection. Renato in Italian means born again. I would hedge a bet that she is Cassandria.” He says, and I nod my head at his words.

Anastasia’s POV: I read the folder in my car. I did not go home first. I did not call Simone. I sat in the Salvatore Enterprises parking structure on level two with the engine off and the overhead light on and I read every single page while Adrian Cole sat in the passenger seat beside me and said nothing because there was nothing to say that the documents were not already saying louder. It took me twenty two minutes. When I finished I set the last page down on top of the pile in my lap and I looked through the windshield at the concrete wall in front of me and I breathed the way you breathe when your lungs have forgotten the automatic part and need to be manually reminded.

As they strolled through the garden, the evening air carried the faint scent of blooming flowers and the soft rustling of leaves. Damien glanced at Anastasia, his fingers brushing against hers lightly before he asked, “How are you feeling, Anna?” Anastasia let out a slow sigh before a small, thoughtful smile curved her lips. “You know, when I first returned to New York, I was consumed by my desire for revenge. I wanted to burn everything to the ground. I wanted to kill Claire. And I still do.” She paused, inhaling deeply. “But not at the cost of myself. Somewhere along the way, I realized just how beautiful my life is. I found my courage, Damien. I finally found the strength to come to you a

AUTHOR’S POV “Just a gentle reminder, you should probably add the latest Tesla Cyber truck to the douceur you will be giving me in five days,” Anastasia stared at the message with trembling hands, her breath shaky as she tried to process what she had just read. This was the third request in the space of one day. It wasn’t even the absurdity of the request that shocked her. It was the deadbolt realisation that Roman wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he wanted her caught.

The classical music flowing through Vlad’s grand hall sounded like a death march in my ears. The room was filled with monsters in tailored suits. And the women? Their smiles were as sharp as knives. Nathaniel’s grip on my waist was the only thing keeping me grounded, even though it felt suffocating. Every eye was on me. Anastasia Lancroft. A division leader is now bearing her fangs and strength. Nathaniel didn’t let go of me for a second. From the moment we entered, he positioned himself as both my shield and my jailer.

She is unbelievable but I loved it. "Come on," I said, grabbing her hand. "Let's get a drink." We settled into a booth, a bottle of Diva Vodka between us. Anastasia was in high spirits, her words daring, sultry, utterly irresistible. She leaned close, her breath warm against my ear. "You came for me," she said. "You always come for me." "I always will." "Promise?" I met her eyes. "I promise." She grinned, reaching for her glass. She drank quickly, too quickly, and I watched as the alcohol loosened her inhibitions even further.

“You’ve thought this through way too much.” "Because it’s a great plan!" Anastasia waves her hand around like she’s presenting a chart. “Think about it. Hot escape. Forbidden romance. A dash of rebellion. And you know Alexei, you can rely on me to take care of some angry wolves. You enjoy your story, while I will enjoy some action." She smirks proudly.

*Bruno* Through the frost-laced glass, Anastasia looked like a figure in a painting—small, red, and alone. Her shawl was pinched tight around her neck, a splash of crimson against the garden's pale marble and ice-bitten hedges as she retreated one slow step at a time .Her breath hung in the cold like smoke, her movements stiff, like every part of her was holding something in—pain, secrets, the weight of a crown too heavy for her shoulders.

Anastasia’s Pov. I remember that night clearly like it was just yesterday. A week ago wasn't that far, but it was still as clear as yesterday The night that acted as the starting gear to this whole nonsense. "Did you also have an idea of who I was before starting the bet?” Stone nodded and I felt my stomach ache. For clarification I asked, "What exactly did you know?” "That you work for the Anti Mafia organisation, Anastasia Mikhailova, Organisation name, Tequila, which is a lovely pick by the way, and you are specially in charge of handling the ISG."