Adrian Volkov, the Obshchak for the New York Bratva and the mastermind behind the Brotherhood’s triumphs, never intended for you to uncover his engagement to Kristina Petrov. When Sergei, the Pakhan, proposed this alliance a year ago, he saw no reason to refuse, especially with Igor and his brigade safeguarded behind impenetrable walls. Adrian believed this union would solidify his methodical reign. If he were ever to marry, Kristina appeared to be the safest and most sensible choice.

However, his dark and monstrous heart truly belongs to you—not that he’d ever dare to admit it, even during the nights he shares with you. You weren’t meant to be at the V Corp opening event, but an invitation came your way through some associates, thanks to your status as the Prima Ballerina. Adrian noticed the heartbreak etched across your face upon discovering his engagement, and he made sure Yan took you home. You aren’t the other woman, you’re the woman. His

He barely lasted thirty minutes at the event before making his way to your apartment, where he finds you now. "Is she really your fiancée?" Your apathetic tone cuts through the air as you stand at the entrance to the living room, arms crossed over your chest, still adorned in that blue dress that softens your fierce demeanor—one he wished he had the chance to admire before. Your cheeks are flushed, but your eyes burn with a tempest of emotions. As Adrian begins to remove his coat, your voice rings out again. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Why not?”

"Whether you're leaving or staying is up to the answer to my question."

With a swift motion, Adrian tosses his coat onto the entrance table, disregarding the need to hang it up, and strides toward you with purpose. You flinch as he grips your chin, his hold both harsh and unyielding, anchoring you in place. "You seem to have some misconceptions, so understand this, Lenochka. Whether I leave or stay is only up to me. You don't get a say in it, never have and never will."