Chapter 14
419 Words
Elinya's pov
I read the location again.
And again.
And again.
The black card lay heavy in my palm, its surface cool and unyielding. The address was printed in sharp silver letters—
Moonlight Estate, Northern Outskirts of Moscow.
No further details. No explanations.
His words echoed relentlessly in my mind.
Be there tomorrow.
I stood still in the middle of the corridor, fingers clenched tightly around the card. My heart hadn’t slowed since he left—if anything, it was pounding harder now.
Whispers rose around me.
“Why her?”
“She’s just an intern.”
“She must’ve crossed paths with the Volkovich family… poor her.”
Each word felt like a blade.
I turned away before anyone could see my face and rushed toward the washroom. The moment I locked myself inside, I leaned over the sink and splashed cold water onto my face again and again, hoping it would calm the chaos in my head.
I stared at my reflection.
Pale. Shaken. But still standing.
Slowly, I straightened.
“Whatever it is…” I whispered to myself, gripping the sink. “I will face it.”
For my father.
For my dream.
I left the hospital early that day, my steps heavy but determined. The city felt colder than usual as I walked back, the black card never leaving my hand.
On the way, I called my father.
His voice was warm, familiar—safe.
He asked about my day. About my health. About my studies.
I answered carefully. Casually.
I didn’t tell him the truth.
I didn’t tell him that I had agreed to treat the heir of the Volkovich family.
The Moonlight Pack heir.
I couldn’t let him worry anymore. Not after everything he had already given up for me.
Back at the dorm, I took a long, cold shower, letting the water wash over me until my thoughts slowed. When I finally lay down on the bed, exhaustion pressed into my bones—but sleep refused to come.
I stared at the black card resting against my chest.
That’s when the door opened.
“Elinya!!”
Isabella’s voice rang out brightly as she stepped inside, her face lighting up the room. But the smile faded almost instantly when she saw me lying there, unmoving—eyes fixed on the card in my hand.
Her brows furrowed.
“Elinya…” she said slowly, walking closer. “What’s that?”
And just like that, the weight of everything pressed down on me again.
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