𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

okay, woops — it's been more than half a year. updates will be slow but i promise that ill complete this. sorry if this is off/contains plot holes/doesn't make sense — it's been quite a while, and though i referred to my finished planning doc for this fic, it makes sense that im still a little lost and trying to get the hang of things

**NOTE: since it's been a while, here are some refreshers: Andrei is leaving for a business trip, and the Sidorov Organisation is the one targeting Andrei's organisation. Y/n has a shaky relationship with his mother who has sent one letter so far (and more in this chapter), and he is also rumoured to be a traitor because of his apparent connections to the Sidorov Organisation (more to be revealed in the following chapters) — and very very brief mention of Anna, who was the bodyguard introduced a few chapters back

that said, i hope you all enjoy! do comment and vote on the chapter as it would greatly motivate me!

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PLAYING MIND GAMES was hard, especially when the target was an arrogant, intelligent man who had murdered his entire family. But now it was easier, considering that the very man — Andrei Ivanov — who was feared and cunning and unpredictable had a lover.

To love was to have a glaring weakness that could be exploited. And the leader of the Sidorov Organisation knew that well — oh, she knew that very well. However, she couldn't say for herself that she had loved before, when she hadn't. She had a family, once. She still had one, though she had long abandoned it. She had dreams, once, like any normal person. But again, the illusion of happiness had dissipated into smoke and now she was fighting, with teeth, with brutality, for a future.

And the first thing she had to do was to get rid of Andrei Ivanov. How, you might ask?

By getting Y/n L/n to return.

The minute Y/n returned to her, she would be able to get rid of him. He was now aligned to Andrei — he was now Andrei's lover — so it would all be terrifically easy.

All she had to do, she was convinced, was to send a letter.

"I'll send a letter to him," she decided, "plant the seeds of doubt. He doesn't know who I truly am yet — though he does suspect, there is no concrete evidence — so it will all come together nicely. Guilt is a human's greatest foil. The minute nervousness worms its way to Y/n's heart, his mind — he will fall, and Andrei, in turn, will fall, too."

Her subordinate looked doubtful. "Is that so?"

"Y/n cannot refuse me," she smiled sweetly, "he cannot refuse me. I do know Andrei Ivanov has been intercepting my letters to Y/n, and so this time I will be cleverer — I will be as cunning as Andrei is. I will send several letters this time. Andrei will not be able to intercept all of them. Undoubtedly, one letter will go to Y/n. You see, I happen to be someone who he longs for. Someone who Y/n has a history with..."