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I stole her and like any thief, I won’t return her. Lia is my addiction. My obsession. My love. Mine.
She’s my wife. My son’s mother. Fucking mine. And I’ll go through hell itself if it means keeping her there.
She shouldn’t be homeless. Her home is with me and Jeremy.
He brought me back.
“I’m not him, Lenochka. Never.” I hug him tight, burrowing my face in his chest. I’ll make sure he’s not his father. Even if it’s the last thing I do.
“No. You’re not just my wife, the mother of my son, and completely and utterly mine, but you’re also the only woman I’ve wanted since the first time you begged me to fuck you when you were drunk.” “Back then…I wanted you…” “Since when?” “Since the first time I saw you.” “I thought you were scared of me.” “I was, but it didn’t stop me from wanting you.” “Hmm. You’re a masochist.” “Shut up. You made me a masochist.”
“I think we’re the most compatible we could ever be.” “What gave you that idea?” “First of all, we gave birth to the most beautiful angel alive and no one but us could be Jeremy’s parents. Second, you know my body better than I ever would and…you saved me from myself. Not to mention, you didn’t mistake me for another woman. You get extra points for that.”
“I don’t call Mommy anymore,” he says. “I can do it on my own.” “That’s a good boy.” “That’s right. I am. I’m gonna be big as you and protect Mommy when I grow up.” “And what am I going to do then?”
What’s wrong with her now?
But there’s one thing my dear wife seems to forget. She once labeled me her villain, and that’s the most accurate label she’s ever given me. As is true with any villain, right or wrong is never black or white. It’s always gray.
“So what if there are? What if there fucking are? You labeled me a killer, a devil, a monster, a stalker, a fucking villain. This is what villains do, Lia. We kill for our end goals, and we do it often. So get your head out of the clouds and stop pretending you’re not part of this, part of me.”
That he’s indeed a monster. My monster.
“Not impossible, no. I’m merely possessive and have no control when it comes to you. I don’t like it when you speak of any other man.”
Jeremy stares between us, eyes widening like whenever he figures out something. “If it’s easy, do it again and give me a baby sister.” “It’s not that easy,” I blurt. “But you just said it is, Mommy. Can’t you do it again? I want a baby sister.” He pulls on Adrian’s coat. “Papa, please?” “We’ll see, Malysh.” “Yay!” “We will?” I murmur.
If only the ghosts from the past don’t catch up to us.
Please let it stay this way forever.
“He’s not here, my angel, but Mommy will get him back.”
The scent of roses fills my nostrils and I breathe her in, engraving her to memory. She’ll always be my lone rose—the resilient rose that I’d pluck from the side of the road over and over again, even if her thorns caused me to bleed. She’s my rose. Her thorns as well as her exotic scent are mine and mine alone.
“Because you’re my wife and I’d rather die a thousand times over than put you in danger.”
I’m done treating my wife like a stranger when she’s always been the only person who mattered in a room full of people. The only person I see.
“I’m sorry for making you feel bad when I should’ve done the opposite. I lost the ability to feel love when I was a boy, but you’ve slowly but surely yanked those feelings out of me. You didn’t only yank them out, you also held tight to a part of me I thought was long gone. For you, I want to go back in time and keep that part alive for the moment I met you. In the past, I thought people were destined to leave, so being attached to anyone was useless. And I thought that at some point, you would leave, too. I fought the pull to you. I fought the lure of your rose scent and your breakable
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the moment you were out of sight. Not when my thoughts of breaking your purity turned to a need to protect it. I told you how different my love is, how dark it can get, but I do love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. I don’t only need you; I also genuinely cannot live without you and the light you bring to my darkness. I know you deserve better, but I’m unable to let you go, so I’ll try my best to be worthy of you, Lenochka.”
“I’ll try to be better. Though I’ll probably never be a hero.” “Who says I want a hero? I’m perfectly happy with you, my villain.”
He said he will protect her as her older
brother. Our boy is so responsible, even at a young age, and has already learned how to hold his sister properly.
She’s still the most beautiful rose I’ve ever seen.
“You’re not only my lover and my husband, you’re also my best friend and my partner in everything.” “And you are mine, Lenochka.” “I love you, Mr. Volkov.” “I love you, Mrs. Volkov.” And I’ll spend the rest of my life showing her exactly how deep and raw that love is.
