"Please, be careful," Vincenzo uttered seriously, his brows furrowing with concern as he watched me run towards his direction.We were already back in the mansion after the incident in Maldives. Luna and I were running in the living room, her playful barks and bites of my dress filling the air with joy. Each time she nipped at the fabric, I couldn't help but giggle, the sound echoing through the room.As I approached Vincenzo, I slowed down to catch my breath, my heart still racing from the exhilaration of the chase. "I will, Enzo," I promised, giving him a reassuring smile. "But Luna and I are just having some fun."Vincenzo's expression softened momentarily, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes as he observed Luna and me play. "Just be careful," he repeated, his tone serious but tinged with a hint of concern. "I don't want anything to happen to you."I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully at his words. "You're too anxious. Loosen up!" I teased, a mischievous grin tugging at

“What does she mean by that?” I asked Vincenzo as we made our way to our room, his expression etched with a deep frown.“A first-born child, specifically a male, is expected to be introduced and raised by the elders of the Romanov family,” he explained, his voice tinged with contempt.“Raised by the elders?” I questioned, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me.“Yes, raised and trained,” Vincenzo affirmed with a grim nod. “Trained to defend the family, trained to uphold the power of the Romanovs.”"In other words, trained to be a cold-blooded killer," Vincenzo added, his voice grave.My heart skipped a beat at his words, a chill running down my spine. The gravity of his statement weighed heavily on me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of bringing a child into such a ruthless world."But... but that's..." I trailed off, unable to find the right words to articulate my horror.Vincenzo's jaw clenched as he glanced at me, his eyes dark with resignation. "Th

As we pulled up to my adoptive parents' place, I felt a knot twist in my stomach. The big mansion stood there, casting a shadow over the grounds. Memories from my childhood came rushing back, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.As the car stopped, I hesitated before stepping out onto the driveway. My mother got out, and I followed her lead up the stairs and through the doors. The familiar smell hit me, triggering memories of my past."Welcome back home, Miss,” my maid, who's already in her 60s said with a warm smile on her face.I nodded in response, a mix of nostalgia and discomfort swirling inside me. Despite everything, this place still had a strange sense of familiarity.“Lead her to her room,” my mom instructed, her voice cutting through the awkward silence.I followed my mom's instructions and allowed myself to be led to my old room. As I stepped inside, memories flooded back, both good and bad. The room looked exactly as I remembered it, with its faded wallpaper and old

The silence enveloped us like a heavy blanket as we sat in Vincenzo's sleek black car, the hum of the engine providing the only sound in the dimly lit interior. I stole a glance at him, noting the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow. His normally immaculate appearance was slightly disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor."Are you okay?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. His cold blue eyes flickered towards me briefly before returning to the road ahead, his expression unreadable.We stopped at a red light, the silence stretching between us like an unbreakable barrier. I fidgeted nervously in my seat, feeling the weight of his gaze upon me."Why did you allow them to mistreat you like that?" he finally spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "You're no longer their child, Annizah. You're my wife, a Romanov, and you deserve respect."His words struck me like a blow to the chest, and tears welled up in my eyes. "I'm sor

As I paced back and forth in our bedroom, the weight of the situation bore down on me like a heavy burden. My heart ached with the realization that Vincenzo had acted without considering my feelings or opinions, leaving me feeling powerless and unheard.I sank onto the edge of the bed, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. How could he have overlooked the respect and admiration I held for my adoptive parents, despite the pain they had caused me in the past? Didn't he understand that their livelihood was intertwined with my own history and identity?A wave of frustration washed over me as I grappled with the sense of betrayal that gnawed at my insides. Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to make sense of it all. Did my opinion truly hold no weight in his eyes? desires?I clenched my fists in frustration, the turmoil of conflicting emotions threatening to consume me. Was this the beginning of the end for us?"Bellezza," I heard his voice outside the door. He entered the room