I'm No Romanov

I'm No Romanov

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Years after an attack on the Romanov family, the royal family is trying to find their long lost members. Some believe they are all still alive, some speculate they were brutally murdered as a family. The reward for finding one family member is 12,000,000 rubles, a reward higher than the lottery. The people of Russia are willing to do anything to obtain the reward, anything from faking their appearances to digging up graves in hopes of finding a body, a jewel, a crown. Luka wants the money just as much as anybody else in Russia. And when he finds Arkadina (Arkadi for short), the spitting image of Anastasia, the lost grand duchess, he can't believe his luck. Arkadi knows who she is, in fact, she's trying to forget. Sure, if she returned to the palace, she would be treated like the princess she is, but that's not enough to make her want to return to the life she had as a child. Something worse is waiting for her back home and she'd rather die than let anyone take her back to the palace.
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Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go. Triggers Warnings : - use of weapons (guns, knives...) - abuse - sex content - killing - violence - CNC This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.

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