𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕫𝕖 – 𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕥
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX | LIKE A DOG
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
Sophia hid behind Storm as he dragged their luggage to the manor before one of the staff members scrambled to take them from him. Even then, Sophia continued hiding behind him, gripping his shirt tightly as her face pressed against his back.
"Why are you hiding? Come out, baby."
She shook her head desperately and pulled closer to him.
"Sophia... Sophia."
"I don't want to." She was scared. They'd already announced her identity and she didn't know what the man would do now that they were literally standing under his roof. Storm, however, insisted that they stayed with his uncle out of diplomatic reasons simply because he'd invited them.
Diplomacy her ass.
Ivanko Petrov was gonna fucking kill her.
Sophia was sure of it. Certain.
Before Storm could drag her out from behind him, Ivanko descended the stairs, clapping his hands almost mockingly. Storm could tell he hadn't been on vacation for a while, the circles under his eyes darker than his black heart. He was sickly pale as though stress had been eating away at him for months. Yet he still put a mask on for them.
"The Kuznetsov princess. Tell me, how long did you hide her?" Ivanko's hateful eyes squinted in suspicion. "Is it even true?"
Storm saw the flickers of anxiety in the man's eyes. "Sophia," he allowed her to hear the silent warning in his voice and sure enough she answered to it, coming out from behind him, her anxious eyes locking with his stern ones.
Confidence, baby.
She nearly cried. But I'm scared.
Storm pulled her closer. I'm right here.
That was all Sophia needed to hear to face Petrov despite her fears. She didn't want to die. Not when it'd just started feeling like life wasn't doing her wrong anymore. She was finally content and dare she even say... happy.
"Hi," she finally spoke despite her shyness. "I'm Sophia Morales Kuznetsov."
"I'm aware." Ivanko frowned, as though her mere presence was below him. "So is it true? Or is it some elaborate scheme?" One he couldn't figure out for the life of him.
"It's true," Sophia whispered, her eyes skidding nervously. "You can ask Olga if you want."
He already had and she had confirmed it. But he didn't know if the old hag was in on it too. His paranoia was already at an all-time high given the tension between the Russians and Italians. Yet, here a Kuznetsov stood before him, risen from the fucking dead.
He thought they'd already rid of them all.
His eyes darted over form, frowning at the sight of her miniskirt and torn fishnets. It wasn't appropriate for a girl her status to be wearing something that made her look cheap. Surely if she was a Kuznetsov, she wouldn't be dressed like that but something more classy. "Prove it."
Sophia furrowed her eyebrows. Storm had said the same initially. But back then it mattered that Storm believed it whereas with Petrov, he didn't matter. He didn't matter to her at all. "No matter what I'll say, you won't believe it."
Despite Ivanko's dislike of her, she wasn't wrong. No matter what she said, he'd try to disprove her existence and belittle it. "One of the staff members will take you to your rooms."
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Romance"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making t...
