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NEW YORK ~SEBASTIAN~ “So, are we going?” Anastasia asked when she found me reading the book. She brought me back to earth, and I cleared my throat and tilted my head towards her. “Of course, I think you were right. She’s a wonderful writer,” I put the book down and got up from the couch. “I was thinking of searching her up and having a clue of what she looks like,” she pointed out excitedly.

Somewhere in that exchange was the outline of the bridge neither of them wanted to admit they were building. Anastasia appeared in the doorway with the tray and the look of a woman whose life has rolled more men into recovery than a church hospital. She gave Nicos a glance that pinned him to his manners and me a glance that remembered the year I refused to eat tomatoe soup for political reasons. Her hair was pulled back, dark and exacting. Her dress was navy, the color of sea that return ships to safe harbors. “Eat,” she said to Elky, as if she was offering him a chance to exist.

CHAPTER FOUR: Anastasia's POV: No way. He… he couldn't know, right? I've never even met the guy before now, everything I knew about him was from the media. Deny it! My brain screams at me. I make myself smile, bowing a little. “Forgive me your highness, but I do not understand your words.” Thank the goddess I could still remember how to speak like a high-born unlike how I forgot my last name.

It weighs more than my broken pointe shoes because dreams are heavy when they die. How did we get here? I am Anastasia Volkov. Anya to the few who still care. Daughter of Dimitri Volkov, once the king of oil and steel. Before the crash, our name opened every door in Moscow. Papa’s parties filled three floors. Crystal chandeliers, Caviar Mountains, women in diamonds that hurt to look at. I wore silk dresses that cost more than cars, soft against my skin, bright like candy. I smiled for the cameras, teeth perfect, chin high. “The Volkov princess,” they called me in magazines and at parties. I hated the name; it sounded weak, like a doll.

i needed the bitterness to clear the fog from my brain. The bathroom door finally opened, the sound of the lock clicking loudly in the quiet room. Anastasia walked out, she had already put her clothes back on. Her hair was damp from the shower, combed back away from her face. Her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top collar, hiding her collarbones completely. She was wearing her gray blazer, her posture stiff and professional once again. She looked like the Chief Executive Officer of the Black corporation, not the woman who had held onto my shoulders in the dark.

If it was any other man, I bet they'd loose their senses before they can count one to two. Casey has the shape and skills to get a man's cock to rise at her command, but... Her stunts can't work on me, no matter how hard she tries. That's because when I look at Cassandra, I always see a copycat, who's trying so hard to shape herself into the woman who came into the life of a dangerous man like myself, and stole my heart in a blink of an eye. Only Anastasia can make my body rise at her own touch. She's the only one who has that right to my heart, my soul, my body... Fuck!

"I fucking love you so much. What made you do that this morning huh?" Anastasia blushed and looked away. "I wanted to do it for a long time." "You did huh?" Leo asked, eyeing her body . Anastasia covered it with her hands, her pants completely soaked. The alpha brought her into a deep kiss, carrying her into the bathroom after leaving the omega breathless and making her cum again as a reward. "Annaaa!," julia approached her excitedly. "I have some good news." Anastasia guessed that it was about her new job role. But was surprised to find out it wasn't

between Lafebvre and the young man I ran as fast as I could to the Moon pack, I needed to make sure that Domenica and Andrews were safe, but nothing prepared me for what I would face —Bella Anastasia, I see that you arrived very late, there is nothing left here —I looked around me and it was desolate, the houses torn to pieces by the fire, bodies on the ground without life, blood spilled everywhere and she was there feasting in the midst of so much death, Estela my Estela, no, she was no longer my girl, was a killing and blood drinking machine that Alex created —It's beautiful, right? as beautiful as when you gave away my harem, I told you that you were going to pay me for it, some cheap tri

Fuck, I should own that pussy from now on, from the way it accepted me and responded to my fucking touch. I had never seen a girl that wet right in my hands; she’s full of life and sweetness. I couldn’t keep my dick calm as I went wild in my imagination while I fingered her. Coupled with the fact that her beige eyes captured all my attention, she’s beautiful as hell. Anastasia has the kind of beauty of a princess who has been living in the castle since she was born and living a luxurious kind of life, but her story says otherwise. Although she doesn’t look like she came from an orphanage home, she looks royal and noble.

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."