CHAPTER 33 : A DAY IN SVIATOSLACH MANSION

As Adam walked towards the dining room after putting on his black plain turtle neck t-shirt that hugged his body perfectly, a small grin curved on his cheeks, looking at his three sons having an interactive conversation about their day, the family business well-being including the important ball that they were going to hold within a week.

Chills ran down his spine knowing that it was the same day of her death and betrayal. Hundreds of years had passed but he felt so mad when he thought about it. Nikolai, the youngest of the Sviatoslavich bunch noticed him and grinned.

“Slept well, father?"

Maksim and Abram turned