flutter
She had already found fragments of information online. Business fronts. Rumors. A few names. She created a private folder in her notes app labeled “V”—because even saying his full name now felt like something sacred.
Lena
Lena whispered into the quiet night, “You said you’ll be watching me, Ivan. But what if I’m watching you too?”
Lena
She closed her eyes, smiling to herself.
Everyone thought she was the victim.
Sweet, quiet, brave Lena.
But the truth was far more twisted.
She didn’t want revenge. She wanted him. She wanted every piece of him—his power, his cruelty, his silence.
Lena
And if she couldn’t have it willingly…
Well.
She'd spent years in therapy learning how to make people believe what she wanted them to believe.
She was smart. Charming. Unpredictable.
And Ivan? He was just her next obsession.
Lena
Her fingers curled around her phone again as she returned to the search bar.
“Ivan Volk — family, known associates, locations, schedule.”
Lena smiled wider, her eyes sparkling with feverish excitement.
The next morning, Lena woke with a strange warmth lingering on her cheeks. A dream? No. It wasn’t a dream—it was the memory of him. His voice. His stare. The way the room shifted when he entered, like even the oxygen bowed to his presence.
She met her friend downstairs at the homestay’s kitchen, smiling as if she hadn’t spent the night researching a man who once had her nearly killed.
They spent the morning strolling the coastal town, taking photos and browsing local markets. But Lena wasn’t really present. Her eyes darted to every black car that passed. Every man in a suit. Every stranger wearing sunglasses.
Lena
What if he was already here? Watching. Like he said he would.
Lena
Her stomach fluttered at the thought.
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