Deceptive Vows: A Stand-alone Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance by Faith Summers & Khardine Gray

Author:Faith Summers & Khardine Gray [Summers, Faith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bliss Romance Publishing
Published: 2021-10-12T18:30:00+00:00

24

Natalia

I find myself on the third floor.

The floor where Mikhail’s office is located, and one of the places of the house that are restricted to me.

Although I’m fully aware I’m breaking a rule by coming up here, my curiosity has overpowered me. I’m not sure who wouldn’t be curious after seeing the trail of blood taint the immaculate floor.

I have that feeling again, like I’m walking around in a horror film and every step is taking me closer and closer into the unknown.

I turn the corner and notice the dim lights on in the hall ahead. This whole area doesn’t look like it’s for work purposes, and I haven’t seen an office yet.

Since the blood trail leads to the hall, I continue following it.

I walk right into the grand hall, and my breath is stolen away when my gaze lands on the most beautiful paintings and sculptures of ballerinas.

Large and small paintings cover the walls. The entire wall to my left is dedicated to the largest painting of a ballerina in what I’m guessing must be Swan Lake, and she is the black swan.

The sculptures are set out gracefully across the floor. There must be well over a hundred of them. Some made of crystal, others of stone. All beautiful. I can’t help but move closer to take a better look.

When I do, I realize straightaway that the ballerinas are the same person. The same woman. It’s the same woman in the paintings, too.

There’s something the artist captured about her face that is evident in everything.

It’s the emotion. It’s sadness, but there’s a twinkle in her eyes. The emotion is more pronounced in the paintings because they’re a clearer depiction of what she looks like.

I move closer to the Swan Lake painting and take note of her honey-colored eyes. The sight grips me, and I think of where I’ve seen those eyes before.

Mikhail.

Is this woman his mother?

Is that who she is?

Apart from the eyes, I can’t quite detect any resemblance, but that doesn’t mean she’s not related to him. Sons tend to look more like their fathers, and daughters their mothers. Apart from my jet-black hair, I looked exactly like my mother, but I have my father’s eyes.

Those footsteps sound on the floor again. They echo from further down the hall along with the creek of doors opening.

I watch the mammoth-sized doors ahead open out on either side to a balcony, which looks similar to the one in the bedroom, but from here I can see a larger terrace outside. I wouldn’t think I was on the third floor just from what I can see.

I knew the house was huge, but it seems like it’s so much bigger than I thought.

Because I haven’t been in this section before, I have no idea where the terrace leads to. I don’t think it’s where I’ve been walking with the dog.

When I walk past one of the crystal ballerinas, I spot Mikhail ahead, and I also realize it’s lightly snowing outside again.

The cold air wafts in, making me shiver, but so does he.

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