Intro ~~♡♡Only one, who didn't feared him♡♡~~ ~~♡♡his love♡♡~~
Sasha Miller and Ivan Solkov were bound by an arranged marriage, forging an alliance between two of Russia's most powerful families. Sasha, sole heiress of the wealthy Miller family, was a captivating figure – a powerful businesswoman and CEO of 'Pantheon,' a conglomerate renowned for its vast wealth and influence. Her empire included luxurious hotels, resorts, and malls. Her beauty was lethal: blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, porcelain skin, and an hourglass figure that commanded attention wherever she went. Her presence exuded confidence and power, demanding respect. Ivan Solkov, the only son of the equally influential Solkov family, was CEO of 'Innovision,' a mighty company with holdings in malls, casinos, bars, and hotels. His striking features could leave women breathless. Beyond his captivating appearance, Ivan was notorious for his ruthless nature as the 'mafia boss' of Russia's underworld – feared by all, his name sent shivers down spines. Their arranged marriage was a promise between their parents, who were close friends. Sasha Miller, now Sasha Solkov, was uniquely unafraid of her husband – a rebellious spirit from their high school days. She'd fiercely argue with Ivan, who curiously allowed her to win debates, as if he desired her triumph. Irony defined their relationship: the most feared man in Russia was dominated by his wife. Initially, their marriage lacked intimacy, with only teasing and fights punctuating their interactions. But four months in, subtle feelings blossomed between them – slowly, gradually. The day unfolded with Ivan returning home to an empty mansion, waiting until Sasha arrived at 11 PM, exhausted from her business duties. When questioned, Sasha truthfully cited work commitments. Ivan's anger flared, and he launched into a fierce tirade: "You don't know how dangerous the world is! You never know when and where those monsters lurking, waiting to take advantage of you, are present!" Sasha stood firm, but Ivan's rage consumed him, blinding him to her pale complexion and evident illness. Their argument escalated, voices raised, neither yielding. Then, Ivan crossed a deadly line...
"Shut up, Sasha!! I know you... Coming back late at night – you're such a... s//lut!!"
His eyes widened in horror as he realized the venomous words he'd spoken. Sasha's eyes brimmed with tears, her face deathly pale, as if she'd collapse. Ivan's heart sank – he hadn't meant those words, and now their unspoken feelings hung precariously between them.
Without a word, Sasha turned and stormed out of the mansion, midnight air enveloping her Rolls-Royce as she sped away to her luxurious 29th-floor penthouse – one of many properties she owned.
Ivan sighed heavily, knowing exactly where she'd gone and that he must follow. He also knew she was ill and needed his care. Ivan swiftly grabbed his trench coat, phone, and wallet, then issued a commanding order to his personal assistant, Nick, and bodyguard, Neol: "Neol! Nick! Prepare my Rolls-Royce – destination: Mrs. Solkov's penthouse. Immediately." As his team sprang into action, Ivan's mind raced with regret and concern for Sasha's health. He knew he had to reach her, to apologize and comfort her after his hurtful outburst. Within minutes, his Rolls-Royce was ready. Ivan slid into the backseat, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his thoughts consumed by Sasha:
"Did I truly ruin everything between us with those words? She's been showing signs of illness lately – I should've noticed she wasn't well tonight..."
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