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Chapter 53 | All the wrongs

LAURA'S P.O.V.

My whole life has been a battleground. My childhood sucked, my teenage years sucked and even my life with my husband started to suck after the first few months. When my ex husband started to abuse me, things got pretty bad, but when I was taken to this mansion it finally got better. I have a boyfried, one of them, and that offers me protection that I need. I am unconditionally happy with my life.

Or, I was, until recently. For the past few weeks my heart has once again turned into battleground, torn between loyalty and forbidden desire. Aleksandr, my steadfast boyfriend, is the anchor that keeps me grounded in this treacherous world, he is the one who holds my hand as we navigate the murky waters of the mob boss's mansion. But then there's someone else, Victor Devin - the enigma, the darkness personified.

Victor's cruelty is legendary. His eyes, icy daggers that pierce through anyone unfortunate enough to meet his gaze, hold secrets darker than the shadows that cling to the mansion's walls. He's the right hand of the mob boss, the Chief of security, the one who orchestrates pain and suffering with a detached precision. Everyone fears him, and rightfully so.

Yet lately, when our paths cross, something shifts within me. It's as if the air crackles with electricity, drawing me toward him like a moth to a flame. I've seen glimpses of vulnerability, the way he flinches when no one's watching, the haunted look that flickers in his silver eyes.

I stole glances at Victor during the previous dinner service, our eyes were locking for a heartbeat too long. His lips curved into a dangerous smile, and I wondered what secrets lie hidden there. Is it madness that draws me to him? Or is it the forbidden thrill of dancing on the edge of danger?

Either way, I'm tottaly fucked up. I remember the times when he would grant me pecks of his attention when I would walk by him, that was before I got together with Aleksandr. Yet I didn't think about him half as much as I do now. And I don't fucking like it.

I don't even like him! I mean, I really shouldn't - he treats females like whores, he is mean and arrogant and has no clue, whatsoever, about human decency.

Aleksandr is different, his affection towards me is undoubtful. But I know that even though he is not like Victor, he is still one of them and would strangle me in a blink of a moment if he found out about my thoughts. Lately every time he kisses me, guilt gnaws at me. How can I betray him with thinking about someone else? He is the reason my life got better, I was supposed to be happy, I know I love him.

Yet, when Victor's fingers brush mine while passing a tray, my skin burns with longing. It's like my stupid ass is now a moth, drawn to both light and darkness, torn between duty and desire.

The mansion's walls hold whispers; rumors of betrayal, of alliances forged in shadows. I'm a maid, invisible to most, but my heart is a traitor. Laura Taylor - the girl who scrubs floors and serves meals - now caught in a web of secrets, isn't that fucking hilarious?

My knuckles pound onto the dark wooden doors, my heart racing at the bare thought of seeing him.

My hand twitches in Anatoliy's hold as doors are wrenched open, gust of wind hits my face as silver eyes bore into mine, murderous expression on his face. Well, is it ever any other?

"Good afternoon sir, I was told to escort your nephew back to your office." I quickly breathe out before he could snap at me for disturbing him.

His face above me falls into slight frown, icey eyes landing on Anatoliy standing beside me and he sighs in frustration. "Bring him in." He mutters, his words very heavy on russian accent whilst flicking his head at me to enter.