Liliana
The black dress I chose for tonight's meeting was different from the one I wore to the Underground. This one was armor disguised as elegance. High neckline, long sleeves, fitted silhouette.
I stood in front of the mirror, applying the final touches of makeup to cover the last traces of my bruises. The woman staring back at me was unrecognizable.
Was I no longer scared?
I am scared as hell. I really don't know what I was doing. I was Mikhail Volkov's bride. The man who made politicians pee their pants. And I know one thing for sure, he might not love me, but he protects whatever is his.
“You look perfect,” Mikhail said from the doorway. He was dressed in a charcoal suit that made him look like death wrapped in Italian silk. “Are you ready for this?”
“I've been ready since th
