(Flashback)“Tell me a secret,” Ivan whispered, his intense gaze fixed upon her as they sat in yet another restaurant. It was only their second encounter, but Anastasia sensed a growing attachment to him, faster than reason allowed. Ivan Volkov possessed a charm that stirred her heart and sent pleasant shivers through her body. The few times his touch brushed against her, it ignited a delightful burning sensation that made her imagine his hands exploring uncharted territories.Anastasia tilted her head slightly, allowing her dark hair to cascade over her shoulder, while her eyes shimmered in the subdued glow of the diner’s lights. The familiar murmur of the surrounding people faded into insignificance, no longer disturbing her. All she desired was to maintain a façade of normalcy on the outside, while an irresistible urge gnawed at her to lean in and kiss him. The need to taste him drove her to the brink of madness.She shrugged her shoulders. “There is nothing worth telling.”“Come o
(Flashback)“So, what do you think of Ms. Novikoff?” Ivan’s younger sister, Marina Volkov, asked with evident curiosity, her eyebrows raised so high they practically touched her forehead.“She’s good,” Ivan replied, realizing that a simple “good” couldn’t do justice to the breathtaking Anastasia Novikoff. She possessed long, dark hair and piercing hazel eyes that exuded a certain innocence, kindness, and thoughtfulness. There was something about her that made his entire chest radiate like the sun, igniting a desire for her that surpassed any other woman he had ever longed for. Even hours after their second meeting, he was still buzzing with the overwhelming need to see her again. His fingertips tingled with an insatiable craving to touch her soft, pale skin, to trace the delicate curve of her jaw and the tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone peeking above her modest neckline.“Just good?” Marina prodded.“Eta ne tvoe delo, Rina.” he retorted, shaking his head, longing for her to leave
(Flashback)“Where are we headed?” Ana inquired, her eyes fixed on Ivan with a flicker of curiosity dancing between her brows. It had been a few days since he clandestinely slipped into her room, gifting her with a kiss that she could only describe as the epitome of perfection. True, she had never been kissed before, but there was an undeniable certainty that he possessed a mastery of the art, pouring his every skill and passion into that singular moment.Ivan guided her towards the waiting car stationed by the restaurant’s entrance, their lunch spot. Standing before the vehicle was a familiar figure she had encountered on numerous occasions, even during her initial encounter with Ivan. His name was Dimitri, and Ana thought he seemed decent enough.With a warm smile, Ana acknowledged Dimitri as he opened the backdoor for them. However, instead of reciprocating her friendly gesture, he merely nodded and sealed the door once she was comfortably settled inside. Ivan joined her from the o
(Flashback)They had been driving non-stop for twenty minutes when he noticed Dimitri shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Dimitri was the one behind the wheel, taking the couple to a surprise destination for Anastasia. However, Ivan couldn’t ignore the fact that his trusted companion kept glancing back and forth between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.Ivan knew something was off.“What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to keep his calm, not wanting to alarm Ana who was sitting beside him. He could feel her eyes on the side of his face, but he was relieved that she chose to observe without immediately panicking.Dimitri cleared his throat and broke the news, “I think we’re being followed.”That was definitely not good news.Years of experience had taught Ivan not to overthink or overreact. He needed to stay composed, and that’s exactly what he did. “Can we shake them off for a couple of minutes? We need to find a safe place to drop Ana off.”“Marina’s place is close by,” Dimitri remin
(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.Anastasia’s understanding of Ivan’s occupation was limited, and it left room for suspicion. Perhaps he was entangled in something illicit or unlawful. However, fragments of her father’s hushed conversations echoed in her memory, where he spoke of Ivan Volkov as the rising star of the real estate world. Whispers of Ivan’s ability to charm influential figures across the globe lingered in her ears. As far as Anastasia knew, real estate itself wasn’t inherently illegal, but she couldn
[ANASTASIA]I can’t believe how heartless this man can be. How could I forget that Ivan always gets what he wants, no matter what?He doesn’t give a damn about anyone else.It’s clear from the way he not only woke me up in the middle of the night but also made sure to make me feel guilty for how he treated Nika.How can he be so merciless?I mutter angrily under my breath and stomped on the floor with forceful, determined steps. The moment I see that smug smirk on his face, I have the urge to throttle him with my bare hands.But instead, I swallow my anger and drag a chair from the dining table that is as far away from him as possible. I have no intention of being anywhere near him. I can’t even tolerate the scent of his cologne and the stench of those cigars he always reeks of.I sit down on the chair, keeping my gaze fixed on anything but Ivan. I can feel his eyes on me, his presence looming like a dark cloud. The anger within me simmers, threatening to boil over at any moment.I cl
(Flashback)It was the second day of their marriage, and although he should have been devoting himself to his newly-wedded wife—treasuring her, adoring her, losing himself in her allure—he was ensnared in a pressing matter that demanded his immediate attention.The two members of his crew had been brutally murdered, their decapitated bodies delivered in cardboard boxes as a part of their latest shipment.“I just had a word with the Morozov brothers. They don’t know anything about this.” Dimitri supplied stoically.Ivan pursed his lips then flicked his hand, asking his men to take away the bodies. He turned to head back to his office. “Isn’t this funny that they never know anything about anything? Last time when they sent the lesser orders, it was the exact response from their end.”“You think they are lying?”Ivan paused, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s your job to find that out, isn’t it?”“Right,” Dimitri mumbled, nodding. “I’m on it.”Once alone in his office, Ivan barely had a c
(Flashback)Ivan’s movements were so swift that Ana almost thought that maybe she was hallucinating.“Ivan…” A gasp slid off her lips when she felt his hand wrap around her throat. He squeezed, almost viciously, as his mouth bore down on hers. Her gasp was replaced with a groan as she felt her breast pop free of its confinement in her bra. The cups of her bra were still in place, but Ivan’s strong fingers had deftly plucked the material out of the way to expose her breasts.He had told her to be naked, but she had been shy and didn’t follow through with his demands. She thought she had angered him when he stalked toward her like a predator, but she soon realized that her rebelliousness had excited him even more.Her fingers curled around the headboard as his mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a hot, burning path in its wake.“Ivan, are you mad at me?” She all but whispered, panting even though they had barely started.He pulled himself away from her briefly, blowing hot breath acros