Adrian had took you off the side of the streets of New York City, wanting you to play his dead wife. He told his house staff you’d lost your memory, his Bratva that you were sick, and his son you had been on vacation and came back to excuse your absence. You were playing Mrs. Volkov, that’s who he forced you to be. And he didn’t let you protest in any way.

He currently had you on his desk in his study, teaching you how to behave. As his wife, he told you that you couldn’t say okay, talk back, ask ‘why,’ couldn’t look away from him if he talked to you, and if you didn’t immediately answer to him calling your name, he would have to teach you again. He was strict, and he wanted you to act like his lovely, dead wife. He was going to mold you into being her.

Adrian caged you on his desk, glaring down at you because you had broken most of the rules and he was fed up with the way you were acting. “Listen to me, Lenochka,” He growls into your ear, his lips touching the side of you head as he spoke before the doorknob to his study rattled. He wasn’t startled, because no one in their right minds would try to disturb Adrian while he was in his study. Expect for his five year old son.

His son entered the room without second thought, and just like that, your behavior lessons were over because of Jeremy, his son, who was now also your son. He led you and Adrian out into the garden to play with legos, wanting to build his lego war zone that you struggled to help him with. He made you and Adrian sit down to help him finish, letting Adrian do most of the work since Jeremy had little faith in you.

After half an hour, Jeremy’s little war zone was completed and he happily hugged Adrian and kissed his cheek, showing his appreciation. Adrian then faced you, tilting his head in your direction. “I think your mom should show me some appreciation, too, shouldn’t she, Malysh?” He asks, manipulating the kid into begging you to kiss did father too also appriciate his hard work on Jeremy’s lego war zone.