Page 65 of Unbreakable Vow

“So, he is capable of love.” Marlena sighs. “That’s good. Then we just need to make him fall in love with Cora.”

“No. No.” As I shake my head, the world spins three times before settling back down.

“You don’t want him to love you?” Marlena adjusts herself on the kitchen stool.

“We have an agreement.” I point to her. “One year, then we divorce. It’s the agreement. I’m just a business… thing.” I let out a long breath.

I should probably tattoo it somewhere, so I don’t forget. Because this last week, it didn’t feel like a business arrangement.

I don’t think bosses do the things he does to me every night to their employees.

“Divorce?” Izzy says the word like I’ve just told her he’s going to murder me on our wedding anniversary.

“Yeah.” I nod and take another sip. I can’t really taste the wine anymore, but that’s fine. I can’t really feel my feet either.

I laugh.

“Petrovs don’t divorce,” Marlena says with a severe expression. “Viktor was very serious when he told me that. It’s why he won’t pressure me to marry him; once it’s done, it’s done.”

“But you’re going to marry him, you just haven’t told him yet,” Izzy says and pats Marlena’s cheek. “You should tell him soon though, put the poor bastard out of his misery.”

Marlena laughs.

“What do you mean they don’t divorce. People get divorced every day.” I grab onto the edge of the counter to keep from slipping off my stool.

“Yeah, but not Petrovs. They stay married no matter what.” Izzy nods with each word. “So, I don’t know what he told you, but you’re going nowhere.” She slashes her hand through the air, almost diving off the stool in the process.

“I need to ask him again about that. When I brought it up before he…” A blush takes me over. “He changed the subject.”

“Here you are.” A male voice ruins the room. It’s Viktor. He takes one look at us, then shakes his head. “They’re in the kitchen and they’re wasted,” he calls to someone.

A moment later, Andrei shows up with a scowl on his face and Sergei steps inside, his jaw set like he’s going to lecture me.

I put my finger up at him before he can get his mouth open.

“She’s flipping you off.” Viktor laughs and slaps Sergei on the back.

I look at my hand, letting my fingers come into focus until I realize he’s right. I am.

“I didn’t mean to.” I push my middle finger down and raise my pointer. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say, Sergei.”

“It’s time to go home.” He moves across the kitchen to me, his arms already out so he can catch me. Which is good, because I think I’m falling.

“Maybe I don’t wanna go home,” I say as he lifts me from the stool. “Maybe I wanna live here now.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

“No.” He stamps the word into the air.

“Why not?” I breathe out and rest my head against his chest.

“Because you live with me,” he says and we’re moving.

“I don’t want to leave yet though. I’m having fun.”

“You’re drunk.” He turns so we’re facing the kitchen. “Say good night.”

“Good night!” I wave an arm through the air and Sergei has to hold me tighter to keep from dropping me.

“What did you drink?” Sergei asks me as he carries me from the elevator to his car in the parking garage.

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