She's Viktor Romanov’s のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Anya pov.The mansion felt more like a gilded cage than ever, with its cold, grand corridors and echoes of a world I didn’t belong to. Each passing day tightened the web around me, the delicate balance between survival and escape becoming harder to maintain. One evening, as the fading light cast long shadows through the windows, I spotted Anton in a quiet corner of the hallway. He stood partially obscured by the heavy drapery, his broad forehead creased as he typed furiously on his phone. I paused mid-step, curiosity prickling at the edges of my mind. Anton wasn’t the type to skulk around—he was one of Viktor’s most trusted lieutenants, a man with a straight nose and a demeanor as sharp as the suits he wore. Seeing him now, so engrossed in whatever was on his screen, felt... out of place. “Working late, Anton?” I called out, keeping my tone light, almost playful. He stiffened, his fingers halting mid-tap. For a brief moment, something flick

Anya pov.The morning started quietly, but the calm was deceptive. Breakfast was laid out like a feast, every detail meticulous, yet I had no appetite. I sat at the long dining table, trying not to glance at Viktor too often. He was at the head, exuding his usual dominance even as he read something on his phone. It was Isabella who shattered the fragile peace. She glided into the room, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. As always, her confidence filled the space before she even said a word. “Good morning,” she purred, her voice syrupy as she slid into the chair next to Viktor. Without hesitation, she leaned into him, her hand brushing his arm. I stiffened. My fingers curled around my coffee cup, the ceramic warm against my skin. I kept my gaze on my plate, pretending not to notice. “You’re up early,” Viktor said, his voice neutral but polite. “Anything for you,” Isabella replied, laughing softly as though she’d just made the most clever j

Anya pov.I didn’t mean to overhear. I never intended to. But the hallway was quiet, too quiet, and my footsteps, soft as they were, felt too loud as I passed by the main hall. Irina’s voice cut through the silence, sharp, a bit too pleased.“Yes, it’s all set,” she said, the words careful and controlled. “Viktor and Isabella’s engagement will be announced in a few days. It will give us the stability we need—after the fight with Boris, this is what we need. The wedding will come right after. We’ll finally have peace.”Peace, she said. That word in her mouth made my stomach churn. I stood frozen, pressing myself against the wall, barely breathing, not wanting to make a sound. I could hear Irina more clearly now, each word a knife digging deeper.“Isabella will be perfect for Viktor. She understands the family. She knows what’s expected.”My chest tightened. The family. I hated that word, that constant reminder that I didn’t belong. My place was nowhere n

Viktor pov.The first time I caught myself watching her, I told myself it was curiosity. Anya was an enigma, too quiet when she should speak, too sharp when silence would have been safer. She didn’t belong here—not in my world, not in my house. Yet, somehow, she had found a way to crawl under my skin. “Kuda ty idyosh, Viktor?” (Where are you going, Viktor?) I muttered under my breath as I left the study, knowing exactly where my feet were taking me. I found her in the library, yeah, I knew she would be here; of all places. We at least had that in common. She was tucked into the corner, a book in her lap, her hair spilling over her shoulder like silk. She looked... peaceful. It irritated me. How could she be so calm in a place like this? “Anya,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence. Her head snapped up, her expression carefully neutral. “Da?” (Yes?) I walked closer, pretending I had a reason to be there. “Why aren’t you working?”

Anya pov.The mansion felt more like a cage with each passing day. No matter how much I tried to blend in, to stay invisible, I could feel the invisible strings pulling me tighter into his world. And every time I thought I had my emotions under control, he’d do something that made everything more complicated.I stood in front of the mirror in my room, fixing the simple black dress Viktor insisted I wear during formal events. It was elegant but plain, the kind of thing that would make me fade into the background. That was the goal—to be unnoticeable. But somehow, I never felt unnoticed when he was around.“Durak,” I muttered to my reflection. (Idiot.)I couldn’t afford to get tangled in this mess of emotions. I had a job to do. Feed Boris enough information to keep Celine alive, but not so much that Viktor would catch on. It was a delicate balance, one I was already struggling to maintain.Every time I saw Viktor, my resolve wavered. His intens