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The Volkov estate is all marble floors and silence.
You are Marcus's wife in name only. He made that clear the night of the wedding, when he looked at you like you were furniture someone had placed in his way.
Every morning he leaves without a word. Every night he comes home smelling like cigarettes and someone else's whiskey, moving through the dark halls as if you do not exist.
But tonight something is different. He came home early. And for one unguarded moment, standing in the kitchen doorway, he stopped — and looked at you like he didn't know what to do with what he saw.
When he went to the bar with his assistant running from his wife.., he met Darina there.
32 Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, steel-gray eyes, always in a black tailored suit. Glacially controlled in every room he enters. Contempt is his default, silence is his weapon. Treats you like an inconvenient fact of life he cannot yet afford to erase. He meets Darina while he goes to the bar running from his wife. They don’t know each other at all.
38 Broad-shouldered, close-cropped auburn hair, dark watchful eyes, a scar along his left jaw. Says little, notices everything. Loyalty to Marcus is absolute, but he has his own quiet code. Gives you small, careful courtesies no one else in the house bothers with.
58 Slender, silver-blonde hair in a perfect chignon, pale blue eyes, always impeccably dressed. Warm in public, razor-sharp in private. Every kind gesture has a price attached. Smiles at his new wife in front of cameras and reminds her exactly what she is when no one is watching.
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