Natalia Alianovna Romanova Novels & Stories

25 ANNALISE I jolted upright, the remnants of a dream clinging to me like cobwebs. A dream filled with whispered promises and stolen kisses under a canopy of stars – a dream featuring a certain infuriatingly handsome knight named Adrian. A giddy smile stretched across my face. Today was the day! The day I, Annalisa du Wales, would finally present my business proposition to the Queen herself, right there in the glorious Royal Palace. My heart did a little victory lap in my chest. This wasn’t just any business proposition, mind you. This was my brainchild, a revolutionary new loom design that would change the textile industry – faster, more efficient, and guaranteed to produce the most exquisi

There was only the heat between us, raw and untamed. Then, a voice shattered the silence. “Well, well. How poetic.” We turned. Nikolai stepped out of the shadows, his white coat now stained with blood. His eyes glowed crimson under the moon, and the mark on his throat pulsed like a second heart. “Roman Vale, the righteous Alpha,” he drawled. “And Nora Ainsley, the rogue who can’t decide whether to save or destroy him.” “Nikolai,” Roman growled. “You did this.”

Does he want her to think I’m taken, that I couldn’t possibly be a rival for his affections? "Ah." Tatiana's eyes assess me from head to toe, lingering on my pregnant belly with poorly concealed disdain. "How... charitable of you, Nic." The words sound kind. The tone is anything but. "Tatiana Volkov," Nicolai introduces. "Daughter of Dmitry Volkov, one of our allies." "Lovely to meet you," I manage. "I'm sure." Tatiana turns her attention back to Nicolai, effectively dismissing me. "Nic, we should catch up. It's been months."

A woman asked, Nikolay’s wife, Anika, asked, shaking her head at Sienna as she raised an eyebrow. “Italy, Rome to be more specific, and you?” Sienna answered, making sure to keep a cold and yet calm tone, letting the woman know that she was not hostile. Anika was known for her dark reputation amongst men, and though Sienna was familiar with most of the Capos or Pakhans, her father knew when not to bring her if the situation was too dangerous for her presence, the one thing that I did respect about the man. “Russia, Moscow.” She said, nodding at me. “I don’t think that Arturo was in a relationship, we would have seen you…”

Like his jabs at Damian were anything but targeted at making him blow his cover. Nikolai Romanov. So this is who he is in the business world? If Theodore introduced him to me then perhaps the man knows his onions. “You’re Liliana Ravasi,” he says, his eyes crinkling with a smile that reveals a set of pearly whites. A capitalist’s winning ticket, through and through. “Pleasure.” He offers his hand which I shake in a firm grip. I should correct his mistake but for some reason, I decide against it.

I owed it to myself, to Isabella, and to our unborn child to break free from the chains of regret and forge a path forward, guided by love, loyalty, and the unwavering resolve to protect those who mattered most to me. As I reflect on my past and the tumultuous relationship I had with Natalia, the daughter of Rose St. Dumas, I am reminded of the tangled web of emotions and conflicts that defined our time together. Natalia was a woman of undeniable beauty and charm, possessing an allure that captivated me from the moment we met. But beneath her façade of elegance and sophistication lurked a tempestuous nature, fueled by insecurity, jealousy, and a deep-seated need for validation.

"One last thing. I will need to know your bride's name. And I will need to greet her, just so that she knows who I am. With your permission, of course, Mikhail Ivanov." "Fine." I nod. "It's Maria Rostova." Nina's hand stills for a moment. I know what she's thinking. Rostova is not a name one associates with the Bratva. It's obviously a fake one, but it's the only one I have. Maria's past is linked to her hometown, Holtsville, and nothing else. Without another word, Nina gets up and approaches an apprehensive Maria.

"Your attendance is much appreciated. To formally introduce myself, I am Czarina Olena Belikova of Russia." Father bowed respectfully, his chestnut-brown eyes kind. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, your imperial highness. We are immensely grateful for the invite." He then introduced, "I'm Lord Ibrahim Mazur." Czarina Olena smiled wider. He wrapped his arm around Rhea, whose emerald-green dress resembled vomit. "This is my wife, Lady Rhea Dragomir-Mazur," he continued. "And these are our daughters combined, Rosemarie, Jillian, and Vasilisa." Cesarevich Dimitri's mother's brows furrowed. "You were married prior to her?"

She bombarded her with questions. “ Calm down, Ma!” she chuckled at her mother’s outburst. “ I’m calm." “ For starters, we are not dating yet. Nobody has asked anyone out, and he’s a bartender,” she explained. “ When am I meeting him? I met Ida when she wasn’t dating Elon yet, so that changes nothing,” her mother shrugged, cutting through her casserole with its flavors bursting in her mouth, making her moan in delight. “ This is really good! Kudos, Rita,” Alyona complimented.

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."