Vendetta's Throne
as she learned about the upcoming
nt at the thought of potential adoption, Anastasia'
ch time, she'd watch as their initial interest turned into discomfort, their sm
stays without friends, except for Jack
ind her back, their voices dripp
astasia had once been an only child, che
night when her world was consumed by flames. She w
thrown her to safety just before the firefighters arrived
was taken in by the orphanage. The longing for her parent
tly held up a gown. It was Anastasia's favorite dress, one sh
rmed what Anastasia had already suspected: that day's v
g room, Igor, a notorious mafia lord of t
od-looking, with a smooth bald head that contrasted s
anything but ordinary. She was good looki
d faced many challenges, but none as heartb
h Igor to consider adoption, but
resigned pragmatism. The empire he had built needed an heir,
not getting a child from Yekaterinburg," Polin
for days, but Igor had refused to co
ing in the hearth. Determined to break the silence
ded on the gender. Wh
nd, who had grown increasingly distant since they had
s glass before taking a slow, delibe
o speak again, Cassanova, Igor's trus
ready," Cassa
he adjusted the hem of his luxurious black suit. His shoes, polished to a mirro
ced, his tone leaving
respond, but Igor cut her
iate a quiet fl
er pride, she nodded and trailed behind him, her heels clicking softly
, black cars awaited them in the Altiport. Within minutes, they were en route to the orp
embled. The reverend sister in charge greeted them warmly, her voice
. I am Mother Superior, Reverend
na, her expression softenin
er tone suggesting she already knew whic
ed a brief,
Polina," s
we can complete the necessary paper
eps slowed slightly, his eyes scanning t
ou're comfortable with the child you've chosen," the re
esponded
I'm sure we'll be satisfied
sed, her curiosity gett
e way from Yekaterinburg? There a
y, Igor cut in, his voic
ar that he had no intention of answering ques
em to follow. She led them through the orphanage, stoppin
gentle cacophony that seemed to wrap around Polina's heart. Her
ressed. His eyes scanned the
and violence, remained untouched by the innocence arou
y walked, Polina picked up a crying baby, instinctively cradling the child against her
erend sister asked softly, notic
eking his approval, but he bar
t," she replied, her v
d, sensing the unspoken t
from the emotions swirling inside Polina. For him, this was merely a tr
e strolled through the garden, something caught his eye. Off to the side,
ar that kept her secluded, it was focus. She was hunched o
her quietly. Just then,
colded. "Look at your dress! You'
a barely flinched, her eyes lingering on her
iqued. He walked over to the spot where she had been sitting and picked up