Page 161 of Sweet Obsession
Nikolai picked up on the second ring.
“She left.” My voice was steel. “Find her. Now.”
I didn’t wait for his reply. I was already moving back to the bedroom, hands trembling—not from fear, but fury. The kind that cracked bone and tore through logic.
I opened the drawer on my side of the bed. And there it was.
A single sheet of paper, folded neatly. Crisp. Clean.
I pulled it out and opened it with numb fingers.
My name. Her name. A date. A signature.
The fucking divorce papers.
Signed. Tucked away like a secret she couldn’t say aloud.
My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall. I just stood there, staring at it. My hands clenched, veins pulsing, heart breaking open and bleeding all over that single fucking page.
She left.
Not because she stopped loving me, but because I stopped showing her I did.
I’d been so busy guarding empires, I hadn’t realized I’d let her slip right through my hands. I’d built a kingdom. But I lost my queen.
I crumpled the paper in my fist, my jaw locked so tightly it ached. My eyes stung, but no tears fell. They wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until I got her back.
The Pakhan title—the power I once would’ve killed for—felt like poison now. A crown of thorns. I hated it. I hated everything it had cost me.
For the next hour, I paced like a caged animal. Drank whiskey straight from the bottle. Tore through every drawerin her studio. Reread every note she’d left me. Looked for something—anything—that said she still loved me.
And then my phone rang.
Nikolai’s voice was grim when he answered.
“Bogotá,” he said. “She’s there.”
Of course she was. With her father. With the man who sold her to me like a prized mare at auction.
I felt bile rise in my throat.
I would go there. Tear Colombia apart if I had to. She wouldn’t run from me again. Not this time.
My phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
I almost didn’t answer. But something in my gut said I had to.
I pressed it to my ear. “Who is this?”
Silence. A breath.
Then her voice.
“Misha... it’s me.”
Everything inside me stopped.
