All Chapters of Tainted Whispers: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Serena stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at her reflection. She looked stunning.The dress was a masterpiece of dark opulence, a floor-length gown of midnight-blue silk that clung to every curve of her body like a second skin, dropping low at the back to expose the elegant slope of her spine. It was beautiful, devastatingly so, but its primary purpose was to act as a canvas for the platinum chain resting against her collarbone. The Volkov crest, with its thorn-wreathed silver wolf and piercing ruby eyes, caught the light with every slight movement of her chest.It felt heavy. It felt like a physical anchor tying her to the man downstairs.Serena didn't like to be owned. She didn't belong to anyone, and she wasn't happy with the brand he had put on her neck like a collar. It was suffocating and demeaning, but he said it was for protection. Who would dare to hurt the Pakhan's wife? And even if someone did hurt her, why d

The drive back to the estate was a blur of high-speed shadows and suffocating tension.Victor refused to let a single soul lay a hand on her. He had carried her shivering frame out of the penthouse through a private rear elevator exit, bypassing the lingering chaos of the gala entirely. Now, they sat in the back of the armored SUV, the interior trapped in a heavy, microscopic silence. Alexei was at the wheel, pushing the engine to its absolute limits. At the same time, their men stayed behind to handle the bodies and secure the crippled assassin who had survived Serena's brutal attack.Victor held her gently against his chest, his massive arms acting as a fortress against the outside world. Serena was completely dazed, her head resting against his shoulder as the adrenaline crash left her weak and trembling. Her neck wasn't actively bleeding anymore, but as a rigid precaution, Victor kept his monogrammed linen handkerchief pressed gently against the delicate skin of her throat where th

The harsh sunlight filtered into the room through the space between the curtains. Serena always liked to sleep in complete darkness, and every night before sleeping, she made sure that the curtains were properly drawn.All of a sudden, she stiffened, feeling something heavy draped over her waist. She looked down, her hand reaching the thing faster than her eyes, and she went rigid, feeling a warm hand, her eyes doubled in size, seeing an arm draped over her waist, and she was held tightly.As if that shock wasn't enough, she felt hot breathing hitting the nape of her neck, but that wasn't it, no... Not at all closer.Her heart almost leapt to her mouth when she felt something long and hard nestled like a cuddled stuffed toy between her ass cheeks.Her face flushed a bright shade of red as everything came back. She wasn't in her home at the Morreti state, so the curtains drawn like this made sense.She opened her mouth only to wince; her jaw and cheek ached, she could barely open her mo

Serena slammed the silver burner phone on the marble floor with a loud, sharp crack. Pieces of plastic and metal scattered across the foyer, right next to the bloody wooden box.Serena didn’t care. She couldn’t breathe. She looked at Victor, her eyes blazing with a mixture of pure terror and hot anger. With a sharp gasp, she jerked her wrist free from his taped hand. The sudden movement caught him by surprise, and his grip slipped.She didn't waste a single second. Serena turned on her heels and ran.She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her bare feet slamming against the cold stairs. She didn’t look back. She could feel his icy blue gaze burning into her spine, but she kept going, running down the long corridors until she reached the safety of her bedroom. She slammed the heavy wood shut, turned the lock until it clicked, and collapsed.Sliding down the back of the door, she let her knees pull up to her chest. The tears she had been holding back finally broke free, spilling ho

The heat in the indoor pool room had reached a boiling point. The water around them felt warm, but the raw, unadulterated desire burning between their bodies was completely scorching. Serena couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Her small hands were still locked tightly around Victor’s neck, her fingers digging into his wet skin out of pure survival instinct. She could feel the rapid thudding of his heart against her ribs, matching the wild, frantic rhythm of her own.Victor didn't stop at that. The dark, possessive beast inside him had broken its chains completely, and he was done playing the role of the patient husband. With a low, ragged growl, he gripped her waist tightly and pushed her back against the smooth, tiled ledge of the pool. Before she could even gasp, Victor lifted her completely out of the water, setting her down on the cold edge.The contrast was immediate and shocking. The cool night air hit her wet silk nightgown, sending a violent shiver straight down her spine, whil