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t to the coldness that had settled in my heart. I was trapped in the mindset of a group of vile women, they all gave me snarky

introduced myself as

with a condescending sweetness. Her eyes, n

My voice was steady, but insid

walk in together, I wasn't the only woman

m?" The emphasis on "to" was a deliberate sc

h. "I think you should ask Dusan, shouldn't you?" I t

VIP section, his attention fixed on his companions, I had expected him to come defend me, to tell those

of introduction, or maybe a nod of acknowledgment from him but t

w, his messy dark brown hair that made me want to run my hands through them, a

s chin. I found myself wondering, again, how he'd gotten it. Despite my best efforts to resist, my eyes roamed over him, taking in the broad shoul

alone here?" A deep, resonant vo

e. His blue eyes, clear and inviting, glowed under the so

own, styled casually, and his s

se," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of

n around his clique before and thought I'd finally

d despite my inner turmoil,

at had gripped me. We talked about everything and nothing, the little experiences we hav

ys been so watched over, so focused on my own path. Martin seemed like a breath of fresh air I needed,

a voice, cold and possessive, cut through the air. "Hello, Wif

e was calm, almost nonchalant, but I could sense

ignored him, his eyes fixed on me. "I don't appre

ct like a husband to me, then don't expect me to act like your wife. Toni

ould react, Dusan's arm snaked around

The air in the VIP section filled

voice dropped to a low whisper as he ordered drinks. I sat there, seething, feeling like a unwa

ering a moment too long on her arm and then he

ed. "Is that the way you like them? Young, naive, and ea

in them. "Volkov, this is Leni Kaiser, an escort.

like a physical b

astard!. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I

waitress, leaving me standing there, trem

ok in his eyes, smirked. "Well, well, wel

a piece of meat, his touch on my arm felt so disgusting and h

spered into my ears, I could feel his tongue

u

audacity of Dusan's actions – it all merged into a blinding rage. I gr

ov's head. Volkov crumpled to the floor, a

and ran, adrenaline pumping through my veins. The city stre

I been thinking when I married Dusan, that he'd be any different from

e car screeched to a halt, blocking my path. "Stop!" a voice boom

. "You're under arrest for thaw assault of Sergei Vo