A STOLEN NAME

CHAPTER 41

*KATYA'S SUITE*

Removing the bullet from her arm was easy, but she had lost a lot of blood already, so she felt sick.

Nevertheless, she wrapped a bandage on the wound and rested back on the couch.

The wound generated tiredness, and she was even unaware of when she slept off.

She was on the doze for two minutes when she felt another presence in her sleep, and that made her eyes open fast.

She grabbed the arrow and bow beside herself and set it swiftly, shooting forward.

The arrow flew to the door where Sophia was standing, but thanks to Katya's wounded arm, she didn't target well, so she escaped by hand, standing in another spot.

Slowly, Katya lowered her hand, and pains powered through her as she did.

Her lips are so damn pale.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I only want you to tell me who Adrian is, to you. Do you know where he is right now?" Sophia asked hopefully.

"Who is he to you, too?" Katya questioned.

"That's not important, but I came here to kill him. He ruined me, and I'm sending him," Sophia replied, and Katya walked closer, smiling with her dry lips.

"What if I tell you he's closer than you think?" she said.

Sophia held her breath, and Katya leaned in, whispering something into her ear.

Sophia's eyes widened more and more till she was done, and Sophia stepped back.

"Are you . . . playing with me?" She muttered unbelievably.

"It's left for you to decide," Katya replied and entered her bedroom, leaving her in the living room.

Sophia felt dead on her spot for a fraction of a second, then she started taking slow steps out of the room.

Her eyes were darkening, and her palms balled, then her jaws went set, and her whole features crumpled.

It can't be.

Immediately she stepped out, she met the house of Volkovs guards outside, and before she knew it, she was grabbed.

She broke free, kicking the two guards back before trying to flip the third one, but she was outsmarted.

She got flipped instead, then she pulled the leg of that one, so he joined her on the ground with the other two.

Five more guards rushed over, surrounding her.

"You've been summoned by the godmother," their head said, and Sophia stood, dusting her shirt.

Without another word, she followed them, and she was led to the house of Volkovs.

She entered Elena's office, and she met Roman on a seat in front of the woman.

Roman stood and walked towards her immediately.

He grabbed her by the neck with his two hands at the same time, and she choked so much that the veins below her eyes popped out.

Roman raised her and threw her forward, landing her on Elena's desk.

She rolled on the papers before landing on the ground at Elena's feet.

Elena looked at her, her eyes indifferent.

"You must be thinking I'm easy, isn't that why you boldly took the job to betray me?" Roman ranted, breathing hard.

Sophia stood, her eyes cold.

"Now, you need to die," he smiled deviously, retrieving his gun.

Before he could even raise it up, Dimitri came in.

He tried to play the smart-ass game by pulling the trigger fast, but the gun made an empty sound, indicating no bullet.

"What the f**k!" He spat, and Dimitri smirked.

"I removed the bullets too, when I stole the laptop," Sophia spoke up from Elena's side, taking the black bullets out of her pocket.

"What the...

Roman's statement was still incomplete when Dimitri lunged for him.

Roman ducked and threw him a backhand, but it met Dimitri like it's nothing, then he grabbed his throat just like he did to Sophia.

He threw him over Elena's desk, and he crashed into the ground, bruising his forehead.

Elena didn't move at all, and Sophia had her eyes on Dimitri, looking at him with a newly brewed hate.

She's literally killing him with her eyes.

Roman stood slowly, and Dimitri walked slowly towards him, his muscles almost bursting.

"Warn your juniors, or I'll kill them and pop champagne on their bodies," he said deviously.

Roman faced Elena, feeling betrayed.

"You weren't planning to help, were you?" he said.

"Why would I? Viktor is currently out of town. You can report to him when he comes back, then you can both do whatever you want. I regretted saving you from Dimitri in the cathedral back then. You should have been dead by now," Elena replied.

"w***e!!!" Roman yelled angrily.

"She's a w***e, but at least she's still here. But you... Viktor hasn't told you who your mother is, has he?" Dimitri's voice came.

Roman faced him, swallowing hard.

"Viktor impregnated her three times, and she gave birth in secret, then he took the kids from her and paid her off," Dimitri said.

"Motherfucker!" Roman spat, his voice painful.

"You don't even know her face, do you? But you badly wanna see her, and that's why you used MOTHER as your laptop password," Dimitri smirked.

"Asshole!" Roman spat again, the pain in his voice doubling.

"I have plans to find her and murder her before you and your siblings even meet her," Dimitri continued, and Roman rushed to him, grabbing him by the collar.

"Stop talking bastard! Damn stop talking!!" He yelled desperately, and Dimitri smirked again.

"Why are you getting scared? Your father killed my father, and killing your mother would make up for it," he said, removing Roman's hands from his shirt.

He went straight to Sophia and took her hand, walking out of the office with her.

Roman left the office too, and Elena sat back on her chair.

She's sure she inhaled Leo's scent when he landed at her feet earlier.

Purple... He scents like purple and something feels strange about it.

Dimitri let go of Sophia's hand once they were out of the house, and his eyes immediately caught the red swell on her cheek, caused by the belt.

"What the hell is that?" He frowned, and she touched the swell with her right hand.

"I hit my face on the door," she lied.

"Just how daft do you think I am to believe that s**t?" His frown deepened.

"Can I eat with you tonight?" She replied, changing the subject while holding eyes with him.

She saw his brows tilt, and his eyes shifted slightly.

"I . . . have something to discuss with you over dinner. Please," she begged.

"Tell Seraphina to serve dinner then," he replied, and left her there.

Sophia let out all the breaths she had been holding, folding, and fisting her palm repeatedly as she watched him walk away.

Katya's words haunted her again . . .

"DIMITRI IS ADRIAN. EVER HEARD OF FACIAL RECONSTRUCTIVE SURGERY? HE DID THAT. HE CHANGED HIS FACE."

Just how stupid has she been? To think she was starting to sink into his trap again for a second time.

The tonguing at the saloon was the worst, and how he saw her half-naked already.

He did surgery? Did that also change his eye color, or did he deceive her with lenses too?

Now it's obvious why he took her under his wing.

He wants to make sure she'll never be able to go far, and it's true.

No matter how long she trains, she'd never be able to beat Dimitri Kozlov, aka Adrian.

She'd finish him off once and for all, and then the clan could do whatever they want with her.

She was raging as she made her way to the kitchen.

Lev and Vera are there, stuffing their faces with food.

Arina is with them.

"Leo!" She beamed immediately.

Sophia didn't even look her way.

Lev and Vera noticed her sour mood too.

"Are you ok Leo?" Vera asked.

"Buddy," Lev stood.

"Where's Lady Seraphina?" Sophia asked.

"In the inner kitchen," Vera replied, and Sophia went in to meet her.

She had already packed Dimitri's dinner into a pearl basket, ready to take it to the mountain.

"I'll take it," she said.

"Really? Thank you, Leo," Seraphina smiled, not arguing, before handing her the pearl basket.

Sophia left the kitchen through the backdoor to avoid further questions from Lev and Vera.

She made her way back to the manor, and while walking through the forest, she snuck into the blind spot where she dropped the basket.

She brought out Dimitri's cross necklace from her pocket.

Actually, she picked it from the ground when they were leaving the CEO's hallway yesterday in Alaska.

Must have fallen from him during the fight.

She planned to give it back to him, but now it's gonna to serve a better purpose.

She opened the right cross and poured the black poison into all the dishes, including the drinking water.

She packed it back, climbing the mountain with the basket.

Surprisingly, she found the door open when she arrived, and she slipped in.

She'd have gone straight to his bedroom, but she heard classical music from his workroom, so she went there and met him inside.

He's busy molding a porcelain, and his attention is zeroed in on his masterpiece.

Sophia was glaring venomously at him as she dropped the basket on the tall table.

"Water" he told her.

She quickly got the jug of water from the basket, pouring it into the drinking cup before handing it to him.

He wiped his hand before taking it, and Sophia smiled secretly as he gulped down everything at a go.

He must be really thirsty.

He dropped the cup and wiped his second hand, then he looked up at her . . .

"You wanted to talk about what?" He said and stood to his feet, but he immediately staggered back, grabbing his chest.

"Jesus f*****g Christ!" He groaned, blood escaping his mouth instantly, staining his lips.

He began sweating despite the coldness of the house, and when he stretched his hand to take the bottle of vodka not far from him.

Sophia kicked it away with her leg before he could reach it, and it shattered on the ground, wasting the vodka.

Dimitri looked up, streaks filling his eyes and his neck choking visibly.

His body started stiffening, and he couldn't even open his mouth to talk as he fell from the chair to the ground, holding his neck.

"How does that feel, Adrian motherfucker!" Sophia spat, his groans mixing with her words.

"You think changing your face will save you from my wrath? I'm thankful that your siblings hate you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten the info, and you'd have fooled me for the second time!" she yelled.

Dimitri backed the chair, still bleeding from the mouth.

"What did my parents do to you? Huh? What did they do!!! All I ever did was love you! All I did was hand you my heart, but you smashed it! How evil could you be to try deceiving me with a new face!!" She yelled again; her voice fused with hatred.

"I know I'll never be able to beat you even if I train for a hundred years, so let's part ways like that. I don't care about whatever the organization will do to me. You only have to die, ok? Go to hell!!!" She yelled again.

Dimitri stopped moving this time, and his eyes closed completely as his body went limp.

Seems like he submitted to death already. He submitted to himself.

"Good," Sophia breathed coldly and looked around.

She was about to rush out when she suddenly saw a picture under the tall table.

Skeptically, she walked to it and picked it up.

Her eyes almost fell on the ground when she saw the people in it.

It's a picture of Dimitri and Adrian. It's an unaware picture though, but it's the two of them.

This only means one thing . . .. The fact that they're in one picture means one thing.

Dimitri is not Adrian.

Katya.... Katya lied

Katya lied!

The picture fell from her as her breath seized, and her eyes widened again as she looked back at Dimitri's body on the ground.

"Katya . . ." She muttered in a fretted shaky tone, swallowing her own saliva before trying to run out of the room, but she couldn't because . . .

A hand grabbed her leg suddenly, and she froze as cold sweat cascaded down her backline.

She turned her head back slowly, and she went insane when she saw Dimitri's eyes open.

The blood on his lips made him more devilish and dark . . . Like Lucifer.

His classic smirk is on his bloody lips, and his hand is holding her tight by the ankle as he spoke poisonously . . .

"Where the f**k do you think you're going, Sophia?"