Fatal Attraction

I hate him.

That should be enough.

But it's not-because Ivan Volkov is everywhere.
In my house. In my space. In every quiet moment I'm trying to survive.

And Mireya? She lets him.
No-she enjoys it.

She watches while he gets under my skin, while he talks like he owns the air I breathe, while I lose my temper and he stays perfectly calm-like I'm nothing more than a distraction.

I want to ruin them.
Break whatever they have.
Make him feel even half of what he's been doing to me.

But the worst part?

The closer I get to pushing him away...
the harder it is to ignore the way he pulls me right back in.

And in this house, there's no escape.