A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 65

*MANOR, 11PM*

The manor is dead silent except for the sounds of Sophia's heartbeats.

It was literally hammering throughout the house as she slept cuddled in Dimitri's arms in bed.

He had mandated her to eat some pancakes, then she had her shower before changing into one of his sweatshirts again.

She's wearing nothing under it, and the shirt is so short that it barely covered her ass, so the intimacy is almost skin-to-skin since he's wearing just a white singlet and boxers too.

Her face was on his chest, and despite her determination to sleep over the betrayal she just experienced, she couldn't sleep.

His scent... His damn snowy frosty scent again.

How can a man smell so good?

She was inhaling it greedily while trying to adjust her position so she could look at his face.

His arms are so muscular and tight that it felt impossible to move from the position he kept her in, but she finally did it after struggling for more than three minutes.

She flicked up her eyes slowly, and she nearly gasped when she saw his eyes closed.

Is he asleep?

It almost feels illegal to see him sleeping. It's the first time she has witnessed it.

He had never been in bed with her cuddling before. Even with the s*x they had here, he left the bed after screwing her hard, and the nights he allowed her to spend the night in his bed, he stayed in his workroom.

It's almost like he's allergic to sharing the same bed with her, but tonight, he didn't only share it with her, but he's sleeping.

She was speechless as she stared at him, and even in his sleep, he looked dangerous.

Her eyes went to the small scar on his chin, and she raised her hand to touch it gently . . . caressing it.

She has always wanted to ask how he got it, but apart from that, it's a sexy one.

She was about to drop her hand when her eyes caught his lips, and she gulped.

She almost touched the soft flesh, but she restrained herself before dropping the hand, then she returned her face to his chest quickly.

"Also, Dimitri is not someone you can fall for. He destroys everything he touches, and his secrets are too dark. Don't fall for the devil.

Adrian's words haunted her head again, and her teeth grazed her lower lip.

There's nothing like falling for him.

She doesn't even feel anything for him, right?

He's her Master, and she's the trainee.

She only needs his body warmth right now, and she'd be fine for the night.

Right . . .she's only using him.

She threw her arms around him, almost entering his skin.

She could feel his huge d**k poking her thighs repeatedly, and till her eyes closed, she didn't stop feeling it.

She slept wetly . . . In the middle.

Five minutes after she dozed off, Dimitri's eyes opened.

He wasn't sleeping.

Actually, he was aware of Sophia's sneaky moves ten minutes ago, but he only kept his eyes closed to humour her.

Sleep? He doesn't do that s**t easily, especially with someone beside him.

He untangled her arms from his body and got down from the bed, throwing on his sweatpants and a red shirt before exiting the room.

He left for the main door and opened up, revealing three guards on the mountain.

The ones he sent after Sophia earlier.

"Yes?" He frowned, and one of them handed him an envelope.

He took it and emptied out the content.

They're pictures of Sophia and a guy at a construction site, and judging by her position in all the photos, she was obviously fighting the guy, and she's dressed like a female.

The weird thing is that the guy's face isn't clear in everything. Only Sophia's face is lucidly clear.

"The f**k is this?" he faced the three.

"Leo took the car, but someone else came out of it . . .it was a lady," they replied.

"I am not talking about that, dumbass! Why is the guy's face blurry like a f*****g foggy mirror!" Dimitri snapped angrily.

"I think he knowingly stood in camera-shy spots throughout their meeting. We're sorry," they quickly apologized, all three trembling so badly already.

Dimitri took another look at the pictures, then sent them away.

They ran down the mountain, and he returned to the manor, his eyes not leaving the pictures.

Despite the blurriness, there's only one guess.

Only one person knows the truth of the assassination except Alina herself.

Only one person can take a brutal beating like that from Sophia without fighting back.

Adrian... Her ex-boyfriend and his ex-bodyguard.

The ex-assassin of this clan, the guy who tried to r**e Elena before escaping this clan.

They met?

His jaws hardened and went gritted as his strides became faster, but this time, he went to the workroom.

If he enters the bedroom like this, the demons in his head might just drive him to choke Sophia for answers.

He entered the workroom and shut the door on himself, then he got an email from Vera.

Vera: Can you please forgive Mila for my sake? You know how we always are, and it's boring without her.

He typed an instantaneous reply.

Dimitri: Motherfucking No.

He dropped the phone, and Adrian came into his mind again.

He hasn't even seen Sophia dressed as a female before, but she dressed as one to go meet him.

That short red gown, his favourite colour . . .the heels, the lipstick . . .all for Adrian's eyes?

Gawd... f**k it!

He held his head with his right hand and stood.

He wants to kill someone. Adrian in particular.

His demons are screaming blood right now, and it's certain that if he steps into the compound, he'd kill more than one.

He forcefully pushed an exhale out of his lungs and sat back, deciding to mould.

That's the only calming pill right now. Else, he might run mad in this room.

*NEXT DAY, ROMAN'S SUITE*

Paval is in the living room with Roman.

They both didn't sleep till daybreak, and the bags under their red swollen eyes are ridiculous.

All they did was think and try to strategize, but everything they came up with ended up going down the drain because Dimitri is not to be underestimated.

"At this point, there's no other option," Paval finally spoke up, yawning.

"And?" Roman looked up at him.

"Marry Sergey's daughter. Isn't she single?" Paval said.

"Marriage? I'm not venturing into that commitment anytime soon. The organization gives cruel punishment to any married man who cheats on his wife, so I'll be locked in one p***y forever. I can't imagine myself doing that, and also . . . She's too thin! How sure am I that she won't break when I start f*****g her?" Roman said.

"Is everything about p***y and s*x to you? We're talking about your future here, and I'm only giving you ways, but you're surely not ready for the upcoming war, so do whatever," Paval replied and left the suite.

"Paval! Paval!!" Roman called after him, but no response.

"I'm gonna kill that dickhead!" Roman spat, pacing through the living room.

*KATYA'S SUITE*

The whole living room is noisy with screams coming from Katya's PlayStation.

She's sitting in front of the screen with Sin, both holding the controllers as they played the second session of the ongoing game.

Sin stood from his couch when the tension got too much, the controller becoming hot in his palms.

His eyes were wide, and Katya stood too, placing a leg on the chair and tapping the controller aggressively till the end of the session.

She won!

"f**k! Yes!!!" She threw the control away, jumping up in ecstasy.

"Semyon, you owe me a Ferrari," she winked tauntingly.

"I know," he replied, dropping the controller slowly.

"C'mon, don't be sad!" Katya jumped on his back, and he groaned, holding her to himself.

"You're so light," he laughed, and she kissed his hair.

"I hate heavy food, and you know it," she said, kissing his hair again as he carried her on his back around the room.

Though his mind is heavy with a series of thoughts. The day Adrian arrives is the day he dies . . .that's for sure.

He wishes to tell her the truth before then, but it's not that easy.

Katya kissed his hair for the third time, and that brought him out of his thoughts with heavy laughter.

From the slightly open door, Natalia could be seen looking at them blankly.

She had been there for some minutes ago.

She blinked before turning around, making her way back to her suite, but luckily for her, she bumped into Paval.

He walked past her though, but she obviously wouldn't take that.

"I'm sure you see me," she said, but he kept walking.

"Paval!!!!!" She yelled crazily.

Sighing, he stopped to look back.

"You told Death that you don't like me and I don't like you. Why don't we keep the s**t that way? He warned me to stay away from you, and I'm only obeying. Good morning," he said, and then walked away.

Natalia knowingly smiled, folding her arms as she watched his back.

"Is that . . .anger? He's mad at me? Oh, my gawd, I love it. So cute," she muttered, smiling wider.