Five weeks and one day. It's over a month without Vasili. But instead of being used to his absence, her yearning for him seems to be more amplified.And waking up to a heavy feeling added to the gloominess she feels. Her head is painfully throbbing and she feels like throwing up. She feels tender and all she did is inhale deeply to ease the discomfort. Burying her face in Vasili's used shirt, she fills her lungs with his scent. She slept hugging his shirt after she went home so drained and exhausted. And his scent immensely comforted her that she easily fell asleep. Which she thought would be difficult with all the haywire thoughts inside her head."Until when is this, Vasili? Why are you taking so long?" she whispers amid the silence of their bedroom. As much as she wanted to call sick today she prefer not to. She has something important to do so she drags herself to the bathroom to take her much-needed shower. She felt a lot better after the shower and in no time she reached Nev

Despite being surprised by the scene she wakes up to, she tries to clear her dazed mind seeing the pained face of her patient. Donny Petrov is dangerously pinning him with his cane and it won't be long before his overwrought heart might give in. She stops him on time by begging and she was thankful he listened. She doesn't know why all the Petrov had come but realizing where she is, gave her the answer. All she could remember is losing herself to darkness. After the cold water touched her face, she suddenly felt numb. And before she could realize what was happening, all her strength evaded her. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, she waited for the patriarch to get settled in his wheelchair. She was relieved the patient was being attended to now. "I got her result" her eyes abruptly snapped open upon hearing someone speak. Turning in its direction, her eyes were fixed on the folded paper the nurse was holding. All eyes turn to the nurse who politely bowed at the patriarch befo

The long trip is grueling but she endured. It's almost midnight when they arrived at the island disguised as husband and wife.She traveled with Stephen after it was decided that Larry shall remain with the company so as not to raise suspicion. After they landed and deplaned in the nearest country, they traveled by land and sea. Having a Petrov private plane cross the island will destroy their entire guise. Once their presence was known, they could divulge Vasili and their men's scheme. So they made sure to be discreet as possible."Thank you" Lia smiles at the old lady behind the desk after she handed her the key to their room.They are at the local apartelle, the most decent place they could find on the undeveloped island.Quietly, they made their way to the old stairs. It's creaking at their every movement, which made them pause several times before taking another step. Reaching the top of the second floor, they both released the breath they unawarely held while climbing. It was

Staring at his eyes, full of hatred, Lia almost succumbs to the pain in her heart. She knew she was gone so long but what choice does she have? She was just a child."I know you can't do that, Lyon. You cannot do that to me" she painfully whispers while containing her raging emotion. Meeting her gaze with his cold one, the man remains quiet and indifferent. "You should not have come back" he grimly mutters before turning away from her earnest yet gentle gaze. He can't stand it. "I know, but I have no other way" she softly mumbles. "You should be dead, Ame. You just wasted everything by coming back. Are you this stupid?" with his hard and sharp tone, he angrily raves. "Lyon!" A stern voice of a woman interjected, making her turn towards its direction. And like how she felt towards seeing the man, she felt choked seeing her. "Kara" she whispers in pure longing. "Let us get inside" still with a stern tone, she looks at her before turning towards one of the cottages. Lyon remain

Muffled gunshots fill the silence of the night followed by the thud of falling bodies on the ground. The entire place, though looks to be in rubble, has been surrounded by a pretty number of armed men. Just a decent size cottage in the middle of nowhere but suspiciously valuable. Blades came flying from everywhere taking all their aims. Not long, bodies scattered everywhere before men in all black gear quietly sneak amid the darkness. Feet rumbled at haste speed, forging darkness.Bodies fell on the way as they walk through the ragged floorboards. Guards were caught off guard by the armed entourage. It's an easy seizure for a well-known mafia organization. There's no fortress but a miserable house."Wolf" Carl's mouth while intensely staring at him. He looks around with his hawkeye before gesturing for the floor. It took them a while before finding a trap door beneath a tattered rug under the rickety table. A shoddy and pathetic guise. Their men already swarmed the area, an eas