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“Well, Lorena isn't a kid anymore, Alexei,” Artem said, his chuckle trailing off. “She's all grown up now—21. That's about the same age my wife was when I married her.”

“At least Sierra wasn't sassy and disrespectful,” I said, my scowl deepening. I hated the idea that I was his candidate for this deal.

“That's arguable.” His brows arched, a scoff escaping his lips like he'd taken a quick trip down memory lane. “Look,I know this is sudden,” he began, noticing my disapproval of this plan. “But we need this alliance as much as Oscar does, and I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't see a future with the Campbells.”

I was silent for a moment, rubbing my eyes and considering my options. This was a huge task with an even heavier burden, but thePakhanwas entrusting me with it. He could've passed this to anyone else, but he chose me, and as much as I despised that spoiled little brat, I trusted myPakhan'sjudgment.

This alliance would definitely benefit the Bratva for a very long time, and that was what was more important to me. My loyalty was with the Tarasov Bratva, and I'd do just about anything to see it succeed, even if it meant marrying the most annoying girl in the world.

PakhanArtem had my best interest at heart. He'd never bring this up if he didn't think it would flourish. Never had he led me or anyone under him astray, and he wouldn't start now.PakhanArtem was a wise and strategic thinker. I just had to trust him.

“When was the last time you saw her?” His question snapped me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.

“Three years ago,” I replied, holding his gaze.

He cocked his head to the side. “No wonder you still think of her as a child.” A light laugh came forth. “I saw her about a week ago at an event, and trust me…she’s ripe in the right places.” His lips curled into a sly grin. “You'll like her.”

Somehow, I found that hard to believe. The picture of that annoying teenager, flat in every way, still clouded my mind. I was unable to imagine this beautiful womanPakhanArtem was trying to paint.

Seeing, they said, was believing, and I was of that philosophy. Maybe I'd believe it when I saw her for myself. But for now, I'd make do with that haunting picture in my head.

I wasn't agreeing to this because of her, anyway; it was because of the Bratva's interest. Marrying her and probably living a life of misery was a price that I was willing to pay for a cause I believed in.

My decision had nothing to do with Lorena Campbell or her so-called beauty.

I heaved a sigh, jerking my eyes to look at myPakhan. “Fine. I'll do it.”

“Atta boy.” A smile played on his lips, satisfaction coloring his eyes. “I knew I could count on you.” He extended a hand to shake mine.

My shoulders relaxed, and a smirk crept onto my face as I took his hand, sealing the deal.

I could have said no. I could have easily declined the offer, and he would have just passed it to someone else. But now, seeing that smile and pride on his face, I was glad I hadn’t let my selfishness get in the way.

Turning him down would have been a disappointment, and that would’ve haunted me for a long time. It would’ve severed my closeness with him, and that would've been catastrophic to me.

The fact thatPakhanArtem didn't command my compliance, even though he could have, was more than enough reason to trust him.

Chapter 4 – Lorena

Ravyn drove into my father's expansive compound, the unwinding driveway leading us through meticulously manicured lawns and hedgerows trimmed to perfection. The space sprawled before us, an oasis surrounded by towering trees and high stone walls.

As I sat in the front passenger seat, my heart raced with anticipation as we drew closer to the imposing structure looming ahead, its brick exterior softened by flowering vines and ivy.

The sound of chirping birds and the gentle rush of the fountain filled the air, accompanied by gravel crunching beneath the car's tires. Ravyn pulled over in front of the majestic Campbell Manor, its Georgian facade gleaming in the sunlight and tall windows sparkling like diamonds, reflecting the sun's rays.

She killed the engine and turned to face me, concern coloring her eyes. “Hey, are you sure you'll be alright?” Her brows arched, accentuating the worry etched on her face. “I can come with you if you want,” she suggested, her tone calm and gentle.

I managed to curl my lips into a smile, appreciating her concern. “Thanks, Ravie. But I'll be fine.”

She didn't seem convinced; her eyes were fixed on my face, studying me. However, prying wouldn't be of any help, so she let it go—for now.

Her eyes crinkled at the corner as she reached out to embrace me. “I'll call you later.”

I nodded, retaining my smile before opening the door. It clicked quietly, and I stepped out, eyes lingering on the imposing structure in front of me. I heard the car engine roar back tolife, and seconds later, Ravyn drove away, leaving me with my anxiety.

I drew in a deep breath, my mind reeling from all the thoughts tugging at it as I made my way into the house. Once in the foyer, my heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I quickened my pace, my footsteps echoing off the high walls.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” a sharp feminine voice stopped me in my tracks.

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