Mikhail
Three weeks had passed since the meeting with the family heads, and surprisingly, Moscow had grown quieter. Too quiet. Although some of our operations were being interrupted, they were minute and harmless. Probably just a useless group of bandits were trying to make a name for themselves.
I watched Liliana from my office window as she walked through the manor's garden below. She moved with a grace that made my chest tighten, her dark hair catching the afternoon sunlight. When had I become so completely consumed by one woman? How on earth did it happen?
All I wanted was a pawn. A weak and pathetic vessel to carry my heir. But this woman has gradually found her way under my skin.
The realization should have terrified me. But instead, it felt like coming home.
“Boss,” Dmitri knoc
