[ANASTASIA]
Just like Ivan said—and despite my resistance—Ivan’s guys packed up all my stuff and moved it to his room across the hall.
I could’ve refused to budge even after they finished. It’s not like they would lay a finger on me. Ivan would break every bone in their bodies if they dared. And while these men would risk their lives for Ivan any time, they definitely wouldn’t want to end up at Ivan Volkov’s mercy.
My husband is a total monster when it comes to torture. There’s no limit he won’t cross, no method he won’t use to make someone suffer.
But even if I could, I didn’t. Because apparently, some i***t broke the door of my room. And even though I can still close the bedroom door and keep a safe distance from Ivan and his relentless push for us to be a family again, I don’t feel
