lxdylaisorceress
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Her anchor. Her solace. Her Husband.
He is the stillness in her whirlwind.
Nikolai Adrian Petrov, the supreme head of the wicked Bratva brotherhood in Russia, a notorious strategist of the Cosa Nostra, and an emotionally detached, and manipulative lawyer.
Everyone envied him for the power he held, and the mystery that clung to him like a second skin. Behind closed doors, he built empires from shadows, orchestrating chaos. He embraces twisted and cunning behavior. He wore control like a tailored suit. Some said he had no heart. Others believed he buried it long ago beneath layers of logic and ice. No one dares and want to cross paths with him; it's a cold embrace of oblivion. The grave they won't escape.
His life. His haven. His Wife.
She is the calm in his chaos.
Svetlana Katerina D'Bianchi, a former successful super model and a hobbyist artist. She's an alluring and decisive woman. She makes her own rules, makes her own way and makes no apologies. She knows what she wants and how to tame it, when to work the angles and when to work her curves.
Yet, all of that was cruelly snatched from her by her devious husband.
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They married not for love, but for reasons unclear,
Two lives intertwined, yet distant, sincere.
No passion, no warmth, no promises spoken,
Just quiet routines and hearts left broken.
But time, like the seasons, has its own way,
And where there was nothing, something began to stay.
A bond slowly grew, soft and undefined,
Love blossomed, though hesitant, hard to find.
Then fate turned cruel, its hand so cold,
Shattering what once had begun to unfold.
Blame took root where once hope had bloomed,
And silent hearts in bitterness loomed.
Years passed in shadows, both trapped in their grief,
Wounds left untended, no relief.
Until a whisper came, with quiet despair-A truth so fragile, a truth laid bare.
Time, once endless, now runs thin,
Can love survive, or is this the end?