Page 35 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

So, what if, in the course of acting, you actually fall for him?

Well, then, you’re toast!

That pesky little voice in my head—you know, the one that was always yapping but never helped—was driving me nuts.

Sometimes, I often wondered if other people were like me, hearing their own thoughts and conversing with the voices in their heads. To me, it was pretty much normal.

I had just teased Daniil, and I hoped he’d seen it. I knew he was watching my every move since he put a camera in my room, so that little show was to provoke him into action.

I hope you’re ready. Any minute now, he’s going to burst that door open and come for you.

The voice of reason whispered this to me, and immediately, my heart skipped a beat.

Then what?

I wasn’t prepared for whatever would come next, should this work.

Then you—

My thoughts were interrupted by the creaking door, and right there, I could no longer feel my heart.

He’s here.

Those voices had gone silent, leaving me completely alone.

Shit.

This was the plan—to lure him here—and now, here he was.

I could hear the sounds of his shoes clicking on the marble floor as he slowly approached me. Each step he took shook me to my bones, prompting me to cling on to my pillow with shut eyes and heavy breaths.

You got this, Vivian…. You got this.

I encouraged myself and let out all that fear and anxiety through a soft, inaudible exhale.

My voice of reason was right; since I couldn’t find his weakness, I would become his weakness and eventually manipulate him to escape this prison. He wanted me; that was why he came to me.

Deep down, I knew that I wanted him, as well, and this was an opportunity to feel his touch, even though I despised him.

He sat on a chair by the side of the bed, tapping his feet against the floor, knowing that I was awake. Of course, he’d know that. I’d just teased him barely two minutes ago. There was no way in hell I’d have fallen asleep in such a short time.

“Get up,” he demanded, his voice thick with dominance.

There was no point in defying him. He knew what he knew, and if my plan was going to work, then I needed to start being more obedient—or rather, start acting like that.

I heaved a sigh and reached for the lamp on the bedside table. Then, I turned it back on, the soft glow of the light illuminating his face.

He looked at me, and lust was evident in his eyes while I stared at him like a repentant child.

I made sure that I wore my most pitiful look and tried to be submissive.

“You love to play games, don’t you?” he said.

I stared back in silence.

“Take off the sheets,” he said to me. “I want to see you.”

Without resistance, I obeyed, slowly doing as instructed. The moment my body was in view, I saw his eyes light with a sexual fire, but he maintained his usual calm demeanor.

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