Anastasia

Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant ¿¿¿¿¿. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go.Sitting in my chair, elbows resting on my knees, the weight of everything crashes down on me. I can still feel the way she looked at me, the way she walked away as if I were nothing. Anger burns inside me, seeping into every part of my body. Every breath I take tastes of gasoline, and it's all because of her. She betrayed me, ripped herself away, and now it's like I'm choking on her. I can't breathe without this fucking fire, this rage fighting its way out of me. I'm losing my mind, the need to make her suffer, to break her, to take away everything she owns. She thought she could run away, be free. No, ¿¿¿¿¿. She'll beg for mercy, and I'll make her suffer until there's nothing left but pieces of her. And then she'll be mine again. Completely. Endlessly. Mine.

Pages: 388, Paperback, Ersland Inc