I Was Anastasia A Novel Novels & Stories

Ezra said grimly. “Anastsia was the only woman who persistently pursued me. Even though all the rot has been uncovered. She seems shameless. She always comes to my house and my office. I kicked her out of course. But she is a bar woman who never gives up. As I walked into the lobby with some of my business colleagues, Anastasia was screaming at the front door, threatening to kill herself if I refused to see her. Seeing Anastasia who was pregnant, people thought that it was mine. Mainly because she was screaming disgustingly in front of my office. Left with no other choice, I dragged her away before she wreaked havoc.” "Where are you taking her?"

Her journey is about learning when to let go and finding the strength to move forward. See you in Book 2, where we’ll finally follow Anastasia as she begins her new life — not as someone’s unwanted wife, but as her own person. With love, Avvi Spoiler alert: Say hi to the little guy! 👶✨ The next part of the story, Book 2, will continue right here in this same book. …….. Behind the Story: What happened to Anastasia’s parents? Anastasia’s mother, Alisha Saavedra, committed suicide by jumping off the balcony just as lightning struck — an event Anastasia witnessed firsthand. This traumatic moment left her unable to play the piano and caused her to have panic attacks whenever she hears thunder.

I couldn’t blame her for being careful. But God, Anastasia wasn’t glass. She was fire. And she was mine. “By the way, where’s Anastasia? Is she still asleep?” The question caught me off guard. I cleared my throat and looked away, hiding the dangerous truth behind a mask of nonchalance.

She had a goddamn hand in this and just like the girl, she’d also wandered in without permission. Anastasia sighed dramatically. “Her name is Vanya. She’s the girl I told you about.” The girl? My eyes darkened as bits of my earlier conversation with Anastasia came back to me. Surely, it couldn’t be… “You brought her here.” Disbelief lined the edge of my words. It was one thing to have a stranger dragged into my home and my room. And it was another to have Anastasia disobey me so freely. “Of course I did.” Anastasia shrugged. “She’s to be your wife, Ivan.”

I want them to see that there’s nothing they can do to me that will break me. That’s how I survive this place and these people. I pick up the book on my nightstand and continue reading. I read for a few hours before a knock at the door interrupts me. I close the book and say, “You can come in, Hubert.” I’m incredibly shocked when I see Anastasia walk into the room. She’s wearing tight leather pants and high-heeled boots, and on top she has a black tank top. Her hair is pin straight. She looks like she stepped right out of a movie screen.

He always plays golf with his friends and has brunch at the other side of town on Saturday mornings. “Ma’am, the documents for today are all ready,” Felicia says, appearing at the door with her usual efficiency. “And here’s your coffee,” she adds, placing the steaming cup on my desk. “Thanks, Felicia,” I murmur, taking it. She nods and leaves, and the silence returns, broken only by the hum of the city. Alone, Anastasia sipped, letting the warmth settle her. She flips through the files in front of her. A soft knock breaks her from her flow state.

Okay, ewwww," I exclaimed, mimicking a puking motion. The thought of that was harrowing. I would rather be drilled by a fucking horse. His attempt at intimidation was almost laughable, like a dog barking at a tree it couldn't climb. His eyes narrowed, searching for a crack in my composure, but I’d been trained for this too, just as he was. But he didn’t know that. He didn’t know that I was Anastasiya. And for that, I would always be two steps ahead of everyone. “You talk a big game, Richter,” I said, my voice low, almost playful, as I slid the book onto the bedside table “But you’re not as clever as you think.”

There were news of some rogues being caught with ladies they had drugged, and how those women craved for sex. I felt this was too good to be true, until I saw it with my own eyes that day. Anastasia doesn't remember but we do. In the absence of her father, her stepmother spiked her drink without her knowledge and she drank it. It didn't take long for her to start acting like a drunkard, touching her body seductively in front of us. When I saw this, my heart sparked beautifully for that pure virgin. She stole my heart and soul in one goal.

The pain made her curl inward. "How could this be…" Mason had promised her forever. Suddenly, the world spun as her vision darkened, and she tumbled down the steps in front of the villa. In the last moments of consciousness, she glimpsed the shallow pond in the courtyard, hazily imagining it should have been surrounded by gardenias. - I saw Anastasia again the day I went to the hospital to pick up medication. She had lost a lot of weight, with dark circles rimming her eyes. It was clear she hadn't slept in days.

" Yes, she is your mate. But I don't know where or what family she belongs. I'm just worried to you , to us. What if their pack attack us because you kidnapped her." I can't understand what they are saying. Whose being kidnapped? What is that mate about? The pack? " But mom, Anastasia is my mate . It doesn't matter what family she has. She belongs only to me." I immediately got up when I heard my name. I looked around, the interior designs were different, the cabinet was different, the window was different, and the paint color was different. Everything was unfamiliar to me because it is not my room. I tried to think about what was going on. How I got to this place? Who's that people outside?