Liliana
The guest wing of the Volkov manor had always felt like a prison to me, but now it truly was one. The guards posted outside my door were the same men who had once smiled at me in the hallways, who had called me Mrs. Volkov with respect and warmth. Now they looked at me like I was a dangerous animal that might attack at any moment.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands and trying to process everything that had happened. Six hours ago, I had been Mikhail's wife, his partner, his equal. Now I was a suspected traitor locked away like a common criminal.
The evidence against me was overwhelming. I understood why Mikhail believed it. Hell, if I were in his position, I might believe it too. But understanding didn't make the betrayal hurt any less.
“Mrs. Volkov?” One of the
