LOGINAnastasia’s POVI was on a video call with Zara, my phone leaning against the vanity mirror as I held up two dresses, waiting for her verdict.Zara was still at her office, handling some late-night job, but she'd insisted on helping me decide. Her face filled the screen, her expression amused as she watched me model the options."The red one," she said firmly. "Definitely the red one. It's giving bold and confident. It says, 'I'm here to take what I want.'"I held up the black one. "What about this?""Boring, you wear black every day. Tonight, you need to make a statement." She paused, a sly grin spreading across her face. "So, have you and Nikolai made up already? Or is this a 'make him jealous' kind of thing?"I set the black dress aside. "I haven't made up with Nikolai."Zara's grin faltered. "Wait, what?""I'm going out with someone else.""Someone else?" She blinked, clearly confused. "Who?""Damon Pierce."Zara's face went pale. "Damon Pierce? As in, the guy who's trying to dest
Nikolai's POVI had lots of questions I needed answers to, so I brought her back in. I needed some answers and I could only get it from her. I watched Bianca as she settled back into her seat, She was bold, unapologetic, utterly unafraid of me. It was almost impressive.Almost.The longer I sat across from her, the more irritated I became and it wasn't just because of her attitude, but because of the simple, infuriating fact that I'd mistaken her for Anastasia. She was a copy—a cheap, hollow imitation of the woman I'd come to know. They shared the same face, but that was where the similarities ended.“Why did you bring me back? I thought we were done here?”I didn't respond. Instead, I reached into my briefcase and pulled out a thick file, slid it across the table toward her."What's this?" She glanced at it, her expression curious."Open it."She did, I watched her eyes scan the contents, and I watched her expression shift from curiosity to confusion to shock."This is a lawsuit," s
Nikolai POVI sat in my office, staring at the same document in my hand for the past hour without reading a single wordMy mind was elsewhere. It had been elsewhere since Anastasia said those words to me with her eyes cold, her voice hollow. I couldn't focus on anything or think properly and I couldn't do anything other than replay the conversation over and over in my head.Was I just a trophy to you? Something to acquire, to possess, to show off?I'd tried to apologize, I tried to explain but every word that came out of my mouth just seemed to make things worse.I was still trying to figure out how to fix things when Elias returned.He walked into my office, his expression carefully neutral but I knew him well enough to see the tension in his shoulders."Sir," he said. "I have a report.""About Anastasia?""Yes." He hesitated. "Damon Pierce visited her at Reed & Associates today."I was on my feet before he finished the sentence. "What?""Sir, please……""I need to go there, now.""Si
Anastasia’s POVI avoided talking to Nikolai the entire morning.When I woke up, he was already in the kitchen, coffee in hand, his eyes following me as I moved around the penthouse. I pretended like he didn't exist. I dressed without acknowledging him and ate my breakfast without meeting his gaze. I walked past him like he was invisible.He tried to speak to me once. I walked away before he could say anything further.By the time I left for work, I was exhausted from the effort of ignoring him, but I couldn't face him. Not yet, not when everything I'd believed had been turned upside down.I buried myself in work the moment I arrived at the office. Spreadsheets, reports, contracts, anything to keep my mind from wandering to him.It didn't work. He occupied everywhere in the back of my mind, in the corners of my vision, in the way my skin still tingled from his touch but I refused to think about him, refused to let him consume me.I was deep in a financial report when my secretary buzz
Nikolai’s POVI paced around the penthouse like a caged animal.My phone tightly clutched in my hand, the screen glowing with missed calls and unanswered messages. I'd called Anastasia a thousand times or at least it felt like a thousand and each time, it went straight to voicemail.She's ignoring me deliberately, I understood why she would do that but I just wished she'd answer the damn phone.I ran a hand through my hair, my jaw tight. Never in a million years had I thought my actions could come back to bite me like this. I'd been so careful, so calculated and every move had been planned, every detail was accounted for.Except this.Except her.I dialed her number again and it led me straight to voicemail just like every other call."Damn it."I called Elias instead."Track her location," I ordered. "Now."Elias was quiet for a moment, then, hesitantly, he said, "Sir, Miss Anastasia is currently at your residence."I stopped pacing. "What?""She's at the penthouse, sir, from the tra
Anastasia's POVI didn't go back to the penthouse, I couldn't bring myself to do that. The thought of being in that space, surrounded by anything that belongs to him, suffocated me and I needed space right now..I went to Zara's instead. She opened the door on the second knock, her expression shifting from surprise to concern the moment she saw my face."Ana? What happened? What's wrong?"I pushed past her into the apartment, my legs were barely holding me up."He lied to me," I said, my voice hollow. "From the very beginning. He lied."Zara closed the door, guiding me to the couch. "Slow down. Who lied? Nikolai?"I nodded, unable to speak."Tell me everything."I told her everything from start to finish about the meeting with my father in Monaco, the Obsidian club, the photograph, nikolai's recognition and the blackmail. By the time I had finished telling her everything, I was shaking.Zara was silent for a long moment. Then she said, quietly, "That's... a lot.""I know.""So what ar
Nikolai POV I stepped out of her office, the door closing behind as I stepped into the quiet hallway feeling accomplished. I stood there for about three seconds before any further step.I took the elevator down, my hands in my pocket as I thought of the way Anastasia carefully read the contract, r
ANASTASIA’s POVOh…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!Was he serious? Like…actually serious? Or had he somehow lost a screw?I let out a forced chuckle. ‘’Tell me you’re joking.’’ I snapped, my judgemental gaze trailed on him. But his face remained the same with no amount of a smile or mockery i
ANASTASIA’s POV2 MONTHS LATER, NOTTING HILL, LONDON. ‘’Oh cut the bullshit, Bianca!’’ I screamed over the phone, my hand hovering over the lit screen in front of me.I was in my office, battling the worst headache ever after a board room clash and the Bianca was the least of my worries.It was D
‘’Strip!’’That command would forever be etched in my memory.The moment I breathed out those insane words about him fucking me, I regretted it instantly.He was swift.His hand gripped my legs and he pulled me close, wrapping my legs around his torso.He hoisted me up, carring me out of the club l







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