I Was Anastasia A Novel Novels & Stories

I took a deep drag, letting the smoke curl out of my mouth slowly as if that could somehow slow the storm that's raging inside me. This was it. My life, my choices, my freedom—I could feel it all slipping through my fingers. One goddamned dinner, one name I’d never even heard before yesterday, and everything was about to change. Anastasia Ivanov. The name felt foreign on my tongue, and yet it was about to be branded into my life like a fucking cattle mark.

I said as I handed him the contract. He opened it and went through it within minutes “Is that all?” he asked coldly. “No” “What else” “My mother blackmailed me into marrying Ryan” “What dies she have on you that has so much gravity Anastasia?” he asked in disbelief “When I was 15 our gardener tried to take advantage of me but I fought back and in the process I killed him…….my mother helped me cover it up and she has been using it against me ever since “ “Your mother has been blackmailing you with the fact that you killed a man in self défense”

With a slow, confident smile, Anastasia extended her manicured hand. “Anastasia, Damon’s girlfriend ” Ivy didn’t flinch she took in a deep breath and calmed her racing heart she even smiled while she accepted Anastasia's handshake. "Nice to meet you but I am not a house girl " ivy said bluntly. That threw Anastasia off a little. “What? Then who are you ?? ” Anastasia asked with annoyance written all over her face. The moment she had stepped in she had felt threatened by ivy unusually beautiful face the fact that she wasn't putting on any layer of makeup and was dressed in a simple white dress didn't hinder her beauty at all in fact she looked so unreal like a fairy.

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.

Mafia princess Anastasia Rostova is not your conventional Mafia princess. Betrothed to old, senile, sadistic Lev Avilov since she was just five, Anastasia has avoided home for years, running off to England for studies. But with her twentieth birthday approaching quickly, she knows she has no choice. It's either she married Lev, or her father and everyone one else she holds dear...die.

But as the world around me blurred, my vision faded, and I felt myself slipping away from reality. When I finally opened my eyes again, I found myself surrounded by the very people who had kidnapped me. They were the same individuals who had brought nothing but destruction into my life. My heart raced as I realized the gravity of the situation. Anastasia appeared before me, her smile wide and triumphant as she stepped into the room. She seemed to revel in my despair, her expression filled with delight at seeing me in such a vulnerable state. The contrast between her joy and my fear was stark, and in that moment, I understood just how deeply twisted she truly was.

“She is upstairs in our room. Let me escort you.” Catherine was wary of him. He was a powerful man. Nobody would step in to help her if he wanted to cause her harm. Still, she followed him upstairs to a white door that directly opened to a dimly lit bedroom. “Anna!” Anastasia was in a trance. She took her time responding to her mother's voice as slowly tilted towards Catherine from the bed she laid. Sweet brown eyes were now empty. The healthy glow of her skin dimmed into an ugly pale. Brown bruises patched on her skin.

the servant offered again, looking more worried now. Anastasia shook her head. "No, thank you. I can manage on my own." She stood up slowly, trying to gather the last of her courage, which had almost vanished. With shaky steps she walked out of the hotel corridor and her cell phone rang. Anastasia answered it immediately without looking at who was calling her. "Ana, where are you?" ***

(Flashback) Ever since Ivan dropped her off at Marina’s apartment, Anastasia had been gripped by a relentless mix of anxiety and restlessness. She found herself unable to comprehend the situation unfolding before her eyes, with countless questions swirling in her mind and numerous theories taking shape. Who were those mysterious individuals tailing Ivan? What had he done to make himself a target? The possibilities spun in her head, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Ivan was involved in something dangerous.

“Maybe I don’t want to get fucked by a stranger at a party I don’t even want to be at.” “That’s fair. So, let me ask you: what if you were home in a warm bed? Would it change anything?” “No.” “Woman!” I exclaimed, noticing some nearby guests glance at us oddly. I offered them a small smile, and they turned away before I focused back on Anastasia. She had her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her wonderful breasts together. It distracted me, especially since her dress showcased her cleavage so clearly. Ana noticed where my eyes went and looked down, quickly lowering her arms. I shook my head, trying to regain my focus before I met her eyes, and she stubbornly held mine. Only my queen coul