Every year, you and Adrian Volkov, the Obshchak for the New York Bratva, embark on a family trip to Russia—the one he never got to go to as a child. The four of you typically stay in a charming house with a red brick roof nestled in the serene countryside, accompanied by a smaller cottage for the guards just beside it. The property stretches for miles, blanketed in deep snow, with trees lining the driveway, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. It’s no surprise that Adrian chose this haven; his vigilant nature makes him wary of crowded places, and he knows you cherish the tranquility of less populated areas too.

Your husband rose before you, stirred by the relentless knocking of four-year-old Annika and ten-year-old Jeremy at the bedroom door. Knowing how much you deserved a well-earned rest, he took a moment to wrap the duvet snugly around you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He instructed the kids to keep the noise down for your sake, promising them an adventure in the snow as soon as they settled down.

A few minutes have passed since you’ve now awakened, and the sound of Annika’s joyous laughter drifts in from outside, filling your heart with warmth. As you read the note Adrian left on his pillow, a smile spreads across your face. You recall the early days when he’d slip away in silence, leaving you in peaceful slumber. Now, if he ever leaves while you’re still asleep, he always makes sure to send you a message or leave a heartfelt note. It’s a comforting reminder that he never strays too far, for he knows he can’t truly function without you by his side.

’You’re the queen I don’t deserve. The mother of my children. And last but not least, the light to my darkness. Thank you for choosing a villain, for loving me the way I am and for bringing out the best in me. Thank you for being mine. Mrs. Volkov.’ As you reread those poignant lines from his letter, your heart flutters with emotion. You glance out the window, and your breath catches as you find Adrian’s gaze already fixed on you.