I Won't Accept Any of Your Regrets

Chapter 7: The Reunion!

The night was cold in Moscow, colder than Evelyn had anticipated. As she wrapped her coat tighter around her, she looked out at the sprawling estate, the vastness of her family's empire spread out before her. Despite the walls of security, the wealth, and the power her family held, Evelyn couldn't shake the unease that had settled deep inside her. Nickolas was coming. She felt it in her bones, the way one can sense a storm before it arrives.

Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, the small bump now beginning to show. The child she carried was a constant reminder of those heated nights on the island, symbolizing the twisted connection she shared with Nickolas. But it was also her desire, the reason she couldn't afford to let him take control of her life again—not now, not ever.

Inside the estate, Dmitry paced the halls. His mind was racing, calculating their next moves. He knew Nickolas's influence stretched far beyond the borders of Italy, and while the Maxwell family had resources or people, Dmitry was no fool. Nickolas wouldn't come unprepared.

"What's the plan, brother?" one of the younger siblings, Sergei, asked as he entered the room. His tone was casual, but an edge of tension was beneath the surface. The entire family was on high alert.

"We keep the estate safe at the top. No one gets in or out without my say," Dmitry replied, his voice firm. "I've already informed our men. Nickolas can't touch her as long as she's here."

Sergei nodded, though he wasn't entirely convinced. "He's not going to give up, you know that. Nickolas is obsessed. He'll find a way."

Dmitry's jaw tightened. "He won't get near her. Not while I'm alive."

Meanwhile, far from the estate, Nickolas's private car sliced through the Moscow streets like a knife. The city's cold air didn't bother him; it only made him feel more focused and sharper. His eyes flicked at the ring he held between his fingers—a simple band, elegant but meaningful. He had brought it with him as a promise to Evelyn, a symbol of the life he envisioned for them. Marriage, family, a future that only he could offer her.

She would see. Once she realized what they could have together, she would understand once their child was born. She belonged to him. She always had.

Back at the estate, Evelyn sat with Zie Xin in the study. The fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow over the room, but Evelyn felt anything but warm. She sipped her tea, trying to calm her nerves, but the tension became unbearable.

"Miss Evelyn," Zie Xin began softly, "you should rest. You haven't slept well in days."

Evelyn shook her head. "I can't sleep. Not with him coming. I know he's close."

Zie Xin's expression softened. "You're safe here. Your brothers have made sure of that."

"Safe?" Evelyn repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "I haven't felt safe since the day I left the island. Nickolas always finds a way. No matter how far I run, he's always right behind me."

Zie Xin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Then we won't let him reach you. You're not alone in this fight."

Evelyn nodded, but deep down, she knew that her battle with Nickolas was one she had to face on her own. It wasn't just about physical safety—it was about his hold on her mind, emotions, and soul. As much as she wanted to deny it, a part of her had been drawn to him, to the darkness in him that mirrored the hidden parts of herself.