Nadia Russian Doll Novels & Stories

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

Marcus is quiet for a moment and then he says: "I can have a location on the third property's removed materials within two hours." "One," Dorian says. "One," Marcus agrees, and ends the call. Dorian looks up. Nadia is standing on the other side of the desk and she has been listening to everything and her arms are at her sides and the expression on her face is the one he filed twenty minutes ago and decided to examine later and he is examining it now because she is close enough that not examining it requires more effort than he has available. She looks like a woman who built an eight month profile on a person and is standing in the morning light understanding which parts of the profile were w

"Miss Rossi. It's Nico Torrino." My blood runs cold. Nico. Damien's most trusted man. "What do you want?" "Easy now, bella. Just a business call." His voice is relaxed, but I know the danger beneath it. "I have no business with the Costellos." "Oh, but we do," Nico chuckles. "I'm calling on behalf of an anonymous collector. He wants you to restore a painting. The price is very generous." "I don't take anonymous commissions." "Not even for a million dollars?"