Count Alexander Rostov Is He Real Novels & Stories

“My lord. A message from Valerian.” Alexandro snatched the letter, recognizing the seal at once. He broke it and read quickly. By the time he finished, a slow exhale passed his lips. He looked toward the horizon, his eyes like steel. “So he agreed.” Jacob stood nearby, his arms crossed. “Do you trust him?” “No,” Alexandro said. “But I don’t have to trust him. I just need answers.” “What if he’s telling the truth?” “Then we may be facing an enemy we don’t understand yet,” Alexandro murmured.

"He was shot by Russians, apparently some dude named Ivan Petrov. I've been trying to locate him for some time now but he kept moving from place to place so I gave up and just dealt with it, I guess" "Gave up?" He retorted. "You don't just give up; I'll help you find him. I have some men in Russia as we speak, who can help. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" He asked with anger in his voice. "It doesn't matter, don't waste your time on him, I'm not one for revenge" I huffed out turning on my back so I wasn't facing him anymore. "Ivan is a ruthless man. He's killed children, Cassandra; I'm finding him whether you like it or not." I sighed and nodded, hoping he could see my nod.

“I didn't speak to you about her again, nor did I tell you I didn't believe you. So, why are you saying this now?” Her eyes searched his, as her heart beat increased. Did something really happen between the both of them…recently? “She lies,” Alexander replied immediately. His jaw tensed. “She manipulates. She always has. I just feel she will try to do something.” Rosa nodded, but slowly. Too slow. That worried Alexander. He reached out, but his hand hovered in the air, unsure. “I’m not involved with her. Not in the past, not now, not ever again. Whatever she’s doing… none of it means anything.”

It was clear she was no stranger to these people, something I knew Dain picked up on when he cocked his head and pulled me closer. “Apologies, my king. I hadn’t thought to introduce myself. I’m not well known around these parts.” I swore some of the honey left her voice as she spoke to Dain. Already I felt strange about this woman, who radiated sex and power in a way that felt like a weapon. “Alexandria Russo, younger sister to Antonio Russo.” Dain’s voice grew deeper, his playful tone controlled as he stared down at the golden-skinned woman. “The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.”

He was not upset about it, just a bit curious. "It's okay," Alexander said, "I had reasons for asking you not to join us, but it's not something you shouldn't know about. Let's talk inside." He beckoned. Austin stepped inside. Seeing Mike and a foreigner seated on the sofa and Edward standing beside them, he asked, “A secret meeting, huh?" "Not really." Alexander chuckled and led him to Ross. "This is Prince Ross of Yudonia." "Oh…" Austin caught on. "Now I know why I wasn't asked to join, but don't worry, my lips are sealed." He chuckled as he looked at Ross. "Long time no see, Your Highness!"

were a lie. Alexander stood by the window, his back to her, his hands shoved in his pockets. He had been standing there for ten minutes, not speaking, just staring out at the city. The apartment was quiet. Sofia was still asleep down the hall. Rosa had stayed over last night, sensing something wrong, and was now making tea in the kitchen, her movements soft and deliberate. "We can't just sit here," Alexander said finally. His voice was tight. "What if they're lying? What if there are others?"

" Jack said in disgust. "You mean Alex has many women around him? " "Of course, you see how he looks? But we know that he only likes you, and we are hoping you'll come soon. Sir Alexander has a temper and cold, which all change when you arrive. "I also notice the first time I meet him. Do you guys also know who he is? " "So he told you about his real identity? " "Yes, he accidentally said his surname is Larson. " "Everyone living in the house knows; Bryan and Dustin also know. Sir Alexander is the wealthiest man in the country. And you are lucky to have him. He isn't only rich but has a very kind heart despite his cold demeanor.

Alfred inquired. "Introduce yourself!" Robert urged. "I'm Alexander Ricafort," Alfred announced in a powerful tone. My eyes grew wide. What did he say? He's Alexander Ricafort? Was he telling the truth? Or was he tricking Robert? But, wait. I remembered every event that would explain that he was Alexander Ricafort. No way! Did it mean that he lied to me?

Her wrists were red and raw but at least her hands were free. "Who are you?" Her voice shook but she forced the words out. "What do you want?" "My name is Alexei Kozlov. And what I want is very simple." He leaned back in his chair. "I want Caspian Nero dead." The name hit her like a punch. Kozlov. The Bratva boss. The Russian mob. Caspian's biggest rival. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said. "I don't know anyone named Caspian Nero."

Elia and Helen exchanged looks and grinned; perhaps they could get Volkov on their side if they put up more show. Yulia stared at Alexander like he had just said something that he shouldn't, but he gave her a reassuring stare. Alessandro, on the other hand, wanted to explode. He wanted to slap his brother on the face a thousand times and leave with Yulia. He remembered that Alexander had no idea all the terrible things that they had done. So he was willing to let it slip. "The Rossi's has three companies." Reign bragged, feeling good about himself. "That's little." Alexander darted his eyes like it wasn't a big deal. "Why do you look so happy when you only have three companies?"