She's Viktor Romanov’s のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Anya pov.The garden felt emptier after Yuvi and the others left, but my mind was anything but. Viktor’s words replayed in my head like an unrelenting melody. “Do you know what it’s like to lose everything you love in one breath?”I did. Far too well. And maybe that was why his confession struck me harder than it should have. I hadn’t planned for this—for him to reveal parts of himself that didn’t fit the image I had of him. The ruthless mafia boss who loomed over this world wasn’t supposed to grieve lost dreams or carry a weight that felt all too familiar. Leaning against the bench, I tried to shake off the unease settling in my chest. Viktor might have shown me vulnerability tonight, but it didn’t erase what he was—a threat. His world had stolen everything from me. From Celine. I couldn’t afford to forget that. Yet, the way he looked at me... the way he trusted me, even for a fleeting moment, made me question whether I could keep lying to

Viktor pov.The office smelled of leather and wood polish, the kind of scent that calmed a man who carried a weight most wouldn’t survive. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, Vlan standing to my right like the ever-present shadow he had been for years. My consigliere. My father in all but blood. The report in front of me was brief but damning. Another raid—government forces had hit one of my lesser-used hotels. The idiots probably thought they were disrupting something important. Nikolai, had handled the situation admirably, ensuring no trace of anything incriminating remained by the time the authorities arrived. Vlan shifted, clearing his throat. “The boy did well,” he said, his tone neutral, though I could tell he was gauging my reaction. “Da,” I said, tapping a finger against the file. “But the question remains—who is feeding them information?” My voice was low, dangerous, the kind that made lesser men shrink. “We’re looking into it

Viktor pov.Anya was becoming a problem. Not in the obvious way—she wasn’t defiant, loud, or careless. No, it was subtler than that, and more dangerous because of it. She was too composed, too cautious, and yet, somehow, too genuine. It was almost as if she didn’t know how much danger she was really in.When I assigned her the logistics documents, it wasn’t because I needed her input. I wanted to see how she’d handle the pressure. Would she flounder? Ask for help? Or worse, betray her ignorance? But when she touched me, I felt something spark in me. Anya wasn’t what she seemed.A part of me almost wanted to believe she was loyal.But trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford.Vlan cornered me as I stepped out of my office. His timing was always inconvenient, but tonight, I didn’t have the patience for it. “Viktor,” he started, his voice low but firm, “we need to talk.” I paused, already knowing where this conversation was headed. The man ha

Viktor povI stood by the window in my study, the soft hum of conversation from the party still lingering in the halls. The night had ended, but my mind was far from quiet.Anya.Her name rested at the edge of every thought, like an itch I couldn’t scratch. Watching her tonight—cloaked in unease, yet managing to play the role expected of her—only confirmed what I already knew: she was hiding something.“Ty igrayesh’ s ognyom,” (You’re playing with fire) Vlan’s voice echoed in my head, his earlier warning sharp and direct.He had pulled me aside before the party, his expression grim, as it always was when Anya became the topic of conversation.“She’s a liability, Viktor,” he had said, his tone low but firm. “She doesn’t belong here. The longer you keep her, the more dangerous she becomes—for you, for us.”“I’m aware,” I had replied curtly, brushing him off as I always did. But Vlan didn’t back down. He never did.“You’re not,” he had countered. “You’re

Viktor pov.I found Nikolai in the garage, sitting on the hood of one of my classic cars, a smirk playing on his lips as he twirled a wrench in his hand. The kid always had a way of making himself comfortable, no matter the situation. But this wasn’t about his ease—it was about what I’d seen earlier.Inasmuch as he was managing and overseeing the businesses, he studied online, heh had wanted to be an engineer and that, he would be.“Zachem ty tam bil?” (Why were you there?) I asked, my voice sharp enough to make him glance up, though his grin didn’t falter.“What, talking to Anya?” he said, shrugging as if it was nothing. “We were just having fun, Dyadya. You should try it sometime.”My jaw tightened. “She’s not part of your games, Nikolai.”He hopped off the car, still smiling but with a glint of defiance in his eyes. “Games? We were talking. Laughing. Is that forbidden now? Or are you just jealous?”The word hit like a slap, though I didn’t let it