Obsession's veil: haunter can always become haunted
In a world of shadows and deception, Nikolai Ivanov-ruthless man who is nothing more than a walking danger but then he meets an innocent woman and that changes his whole life. As their bond deepens...
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The tension from the confrontation with Santiago still lingered in the air as I left Alejandra's room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind me. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and frustration. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline still coursing through my veins from the intense moment we'd shared.
As I stalked down the hallway, I could still hear the muffled sounds of Santiago's fury echoing from behind the door. Every instinct in me wanted to turn back, to charge in there and pull her out, to protect her from whatever wrath he was unleashing. But I knew that wouldn't end well for either of us. Alejandra had stirred something deep inside me—something dangerous, something I couldn't quite control—and now I was torn between wanting to protect her and fearing what she might do next.
I reached the front door of the mansion and stepped out into the cool night air, sucking in a deep breath to calm myself. The garden was dimly lit, shadows playing tricks on my eyes as I tried to steady my racing thoughts.
What the hell was I doing? What had I gotten myself into? I was here to protect Alejandra, not get tangled up in whatever game she was playing. But then again, she wasn't just a job to me anymore. She had gotten under my skin, crawled into my head, and now I couldn't shake her—no matter how much I knew I should.
I made my way to the SUV parked near the driveway, leaning against it as I fished out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. The first drag of smoke filled my lungs, temporarily calming the storm inside. I needed to get my shit together. I needed to focus.
After a few minutes, the front door opened, and Alejandra stepped out. Her expression was guarded, a mix of defiance and vulnerability that sent a shiver down my spine. She was a puzzle—beautiful, complex, and dangerous.
"Nikolai," she called out, her voice softer now, almost hesitant. "We need to leave."
I crushed the cigarette under my boot and nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Your father doesn't seem like he's in a mood to negotiate tonight."
She gave a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "He never is. But this time, it's different." Her eyes met mine, and I could see a flicker of something there—fear, maybe. "We need to get to the safe house, away from here."
I opened the passenger door for her, watching as she slid into the seat, her movements graceful yet tense. I could sense her unease, a subtle shift in her demeanor. She was usually so confident, so in control, but now... she seemed almost rattled.
As I got into the driver's seat and started the engine, I glanced over at her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, but her eyes were distant, her mind clearly somewhere else. "Just drive, Nikolai. Please."
The urgency in her voice was unmistakable. I didn't push for more, just focused on the road as I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the city outskirts. The SUV moved smoothly along the winding roads, the darkness of the night enveloping us as we drove in silence.
