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The two of them deserve each other.

Chapter 22 - Tatiana

My entire body is stiff as I stand next to Boris, my hand resting obediently on his shoulder just as he instructed me to do.

Off screen, out of sight of the video call, Van is holding Olivia at gunpoint. They made the threat as clear as day, spelling it out to me so that there was no room for misunderstanding.

If I say or do anything during the video call that is not exactly as they instructed, they will shoot her in the head.

I glance at her, quickly, and instantly regret it. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. She’s terrified.

My heart breaks for her.

At least now I understand why they dragged her to the Bahamas with them. That poor girl doesn’t deserve this. She looks petrified, frozen in fear, waiting for something to go wrong and her life to end.

Boris wanted to taunt Andrei by showing off that he has me back. That’s the entire reason for this call. Nothing more than a nasty jab at the man who has my heart.

I’m staring at the camera, trying desperately not to raise my eyebrows of narrow my eyes, repeating over and over again that if I do the slightest thing wrong, Olivia might die because of it.

Boris continues to mock Andrei, and my heart aches when I see his expression in the video. He’s not even looking at Boris, not that my half-brother has noticed. He’s so busy gloating that he can’t tell that Andrei is looking directly at me. His eyes are like daggers in my heart.

His eyes are begging me to tell him what he’s seeing isn’t real. He’s desperate to believe I didn’t leave by choice.

But I did. The choice was to lose him forever or go willingly. I wish I could tell him. I wish I could make him understand.

When Boris starts talking about the surprise he left for Andrei, my heart stops beating and turns cold. Surely he wouldn’t. It’s just a threat. More games. But Van laughs, and I turn my head towards him just as he pushes the detonator.

I scream, but it’s too late. There is a deep sound that causes my ears to pop, and then the video cuts off.

No.

No, this isn’t happening.

Van lets Olivia go, and she drops to the floor in fright.

He walks slowly to the high balcony and stares out of it, towards the beach, and I realize he can see the villa from here.

“And?” Boris asks, not getting up from his throne.

“It’s burning,” Van laughs.

I run to the balcony and stare in disbelief at the villa in the distance, smoke pouring from the side of it. They really did it.

They set off the bomb. The explosion killed Andrei. There is no way he could have survived that. Half of the villa is blazing angrily, and smoke is turning the sky dark above it.

I can’t breathe.

My body starts shaking uncontrollably, and intense shock shoots through me. I collapse to the floor, and leaning to the side, I throw up. There’s nothing in my stomach, so nothing comes out, but my body doesn’t stop trying. Painful, heaving spasm crash through me, and I’m sobbing, fighting for air, fighting for sanity as the painful truth of losing Andrei sinks deeper and deeper into my heart.

Van grabs a handful of my hair and uses it to pull me to my feet.

“Stop that. It’s fucking disgusting. Stop crying. Stop whimpering. Get the fuck over it. What the fuck did you think was going to happen?”

“You killed him,” I scream, lashing out at Van. He dodges my hand and laughs.

Boris huffs in annoyance.

“Stop being a little bitch, Tatiana. It’s your fault he’s dead. You didn’t even try and warn him.” He laughs.

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