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âMikhail's POVâI woke up feeling like death. For several seconds, I lay motionless on the bed staring at the ceiling, my mind blank and my body heavy from the alcohol coursing through my system. Then reality returned all at once. Nora. Houston. Gone. The ache hit immediately, sharp and merciless, squeezing around my chest until breathing felt like work. My throat felt dry enough to crack, my head pounded with every beat of my heart, and the half-empty whiskey bottle sitting on my nightstand explained exactly why. I groaned and pushed myself upright, instantly regretting it when the room tilted slightly. "Fuck." Pressing my palms against my eyes, I tried to steady myself. Sometime after Nora left yesterday, I had drunk myself into oblivion. I remembered standing in the foyer watching her walk away. Remembered the sound of the front door closing behind her. Remembered the unbearable silence afterward. Everything beyond that was whiskey, anger, and grief.âDragging myself out of bed, I
âMikhailâs POVThe mansion had never been this quiet before.âNot even after deaths.âNot after funerals.âNot after bloodshed.âThis silence was different.âIt felt hollow.âRotting.âLike the entire house had finally become what Nora always called it from the very beginning.âA cage.âThe flowers in the living room had died days ago. Nobody bothered replacing them anymore. The roses I once filled the mansion with for her had withered into dark brittle things before the maids finally threw them away. Even the marble halls felt colder now, stripped of the warmth her presence unknowingly brought into them.âI spent most days locked inside my office.âWhen I was not working, I was drinking.âAnd when I was not drinking, I was staring at the ceiling unable to sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I saw blood soaking through Noraâs clothes while she cried about our baby.âOur baby.âEven now, two weeks later, the words still carved through me like glass.âThe whiskey burned going dow
âNoraâs POVââPain wakes me first.âNot sharp.âNot violent.âJust deep.âHeavy.âLike my entire body has been hollowed out and stitched back together wrong.âMy eyelids feel too heavy to open at first. My throat burns like sandpaper and every breath tastes sterile and cold. Somewhere nearby, machines beep steadily in slow repetitive patterns.âI force my eyes open.âLight floods my vision instantly, making me wince.âEverything is blurry at first.âWhite ceiling.âSoft gray walls.âA large window with pale morning light bleeding through the curtains.âIt takes several seconds for my vision to fully adjust before I realize I am lying in a hospital bed.âPrivate room.âPrivate wing.âOf course.âRomanov money could probably buy an entire hospital if they wanted.âMy head turns slightly.âFlowers.âSo many flowers.âBouquets cover nearly every available surface in the room. White roses. Lilies. Orchids. Expensive arrangements tied with silk ribbons. Cards rest beside them, some handwri
âNoraâs POVââThe SUV flies down the highway like a bullet ripping through darkness.âEverything shakes.âThe engine screams beneath us while the driver fights the wheel with both hands. Trees blur past the windows in streaks of black and gray. Rain from earlier still clings to the road, making every sharp turn feel like we are seconds away from death.âBehind us, headlights remain locked on our tail.âMikhail.âI can feel him even before I see him again.âRelentless.âViktor grips my arm tighter as another gunshot cracks through the night.âThe rear of the SUV jerks violently.ââFaster!â Viktor snaps.ââWe are losing the tire!â the driver yells back.âAnother shot rings out.âThen another.âThe fourth bullet destroys the tire completely.âThe explosion is deafening.âThe SUV swerves hard.âEverything happens at once.âThe driver loses control instantly. Tires screech against wet asphalt as the vehicle fishtails across the highway. My shoulder slams painfully into the door while Vikt
âNoraâs POVâThe room smells like metal, dust, and old rain trapped inside concrete.âI sit tied to the chair exactly where Lucien left me, my wrists raw from struggling too long against ropes that refuse to loosen. The bulb above me flickers every few seconds, throwing weak yellow light across the walls before dimming again. Time drags strangely here. Every minute feels stretched thin and uneven.âAt some point, exhaustion settles into my bones so deeply that even fear becomes tiring.âBut my mind never stops.âIt keeps circling the same things over and over again.âMy parents.âThe accident.âMikhail.âThe pregnancy I still have not spoken aloud.âMy stomach twists painfully at the thought of it. I press my bound hands tighter against the chair behind me and force myself not to think about it. I cannot afford to break now. Not here.âThe door opens again.âLucien walks in carrying a glass of water. Calm. Composed. Like he is visiting someone instead of holding them captive.âHe crou
âMikhailâs POVâThe first hour after Nora disappears is the worst because I still believe I can fix it quickly.âPeople like me are used to control. We pull strings, move pieces, make calls and things happen. Doors open. Men appear. Problems disappear. That is how my world works. It has always worked that way.âBut not tonight.âTonight every lead collapses into another dead end, every answer arrives half broken, and the longer she stays missing, the louder the thoughts become.âShe was alone.âThat thought keeps circling back like a blade dragged repeatedly across skin.âAlone.âNo guards. No escort. No protection.âI should have known she would run the moment things became too heavy. I should have seen it in the way she looked at me after the warehouse, after Caleb talked, after every ugly truth crawled into the light. There had been distance in her eyes. Something retreating from me inch by inch.âAnd I let her walk out anyway.âThe SUV tears through the city while Aleksei works be
MIKHAILâS POVAfter we finish, we lie still in silence next to each other before I stand up and head into the bathroom, grab a bowl of water and a washcloth, and head back into the bedroom to clean her up.Slowly and reverently, I glide the warm cloth over her skin, erasing the remnants of us both.
âđđđđđĽđĽđĽđĽ âMikhailâs POV â Hospital âI make sure Dmitri has Nora safely in the SUV before I turn back toward the private ward. The tracker on my phone shows the vehicle pulling away smoothlyâsafe, for now. Sheâs mine to protect, even if she hates every second of it. The corridor feels long
âNoraâs POV â Hospital LobbyâI canât stay in that waiting room another second.âThe air is too thick, too charged with Elenaâs presence, with the way she looked at meâlike she expected forgiveness after two years of silence. Like her tears could erase the nights I cried alone, wondering why my bes
âNora's POV â âI lay tangled up in his arms for a while as we console each other. My thoughts keep spiralling after his breakdown. I never thought I'd see someone as strong as Mikhail Romanov cry real tears. All my life, he has always portrayed himself as this untouchable, inhumane man that I swor







