episode -05
The silence between us was thick enough to choke on. Ivan Volkov—the man who owned the city’s skyline—hadn't so much as flinched when I'd snapped at him earlier.I mean most of tycoons would've had me thrown out for less. But him? He just watched. Like a predator sizing up prey.
He slid the contract across the desk
Ivan Volkov
You want to add something, let me know ❄️
I scanned the terms. Fair. Too fair
I Said, signing with a flourish
Elena
So, what's my first task, Boss?
His gaze flicked to the door
Ivan Volkov
Mr. David will handle your orientation.❄️
A young man in a sleek black suit stood waiting. His polite smile didn't reach his eyes
A cold dismissal. Typically.
Mr. David Jones was all smiles as he led me through the steel-and-glass labyrinth.
David Jones
Shall we began our tour, miss Elena 😊🙂
Elena
Yes, please let the way 🙂
The tour of the building was a blur of opulence and whispered warnings. But it wasn't until David casually mentioned
"about his other identity"* that my blood ran cold*
By sunset, I was sprinting to my room, heart hammering I barely made it back before my legs gave out.
Elena
What had I gotten myself into? *whispering to herself*
My stomach dropped."Ivan wasn't just a CEO. He was the youngest Mafia king in history."
"Mafia king"The words looped in my mind—he was the youngest leader in syndicate history. And I'd just signed my life away.
How do I escape a man who owns shadows?
A soft knock echoed through the room and I froze
Ivan Volkov
Miss Elena, we need to talk ❄️*his voice was velvet wrapped around a blade*
Elena
*heart pounding*(No, no… pretend you're asleep!)
I ducked behind the bed, debating desperate options—
Option 1: Jump out the window [Suicide]—Too high to jump(๑•﹏•)
Option 2: Knock him out [Delusional]
*A hysterical laugh bubbled up* Who am I kidding? He'd break me in half
The knock stop. Silence. Then footsteps fading.
Is he really gone then it's my chance to run away
O dear lord if you have ever loved me please don't let me die so young
Cautiously, I cracked the door open—
Only to meet Ivan standing there
You really don't love me huh
Ivan Volkov
Come out quickly,I made something for us to eat ❄️
I followed him to the kitchen, its air was thick with the scent of spices, but he moved like a shadow, plating food with lethal precision.
Thoughts spiraling in my head —(He knows. He must know I was planning to run. So why hasn’t he—)
My thoughts scatter when he places a dish in front of me with surprising gentleness.
The contrast—ruthless mafia boss serving me like it's nothing—sends my heart into chaos
The dining table was silent, the air heavy with unspoken tension. My fingers twitched as I watched him, eating with deliberate calm.
Ivan Volkov
Eat. You'll need your strength ❄️*Without looking up*
A command. A threat? I hesitated, but the warmth of the meal felt like a trap—one I stepped into willingly.
Ivan Volkov
Miss Elena, tomorrow there is a meeting in the morning between all Mafias. So don't get nervous ❄️*calm, cutting through silence*
My breath hitched—(A meeting with all the families?)—I forced myself to nod, but the fear coiled tight into my chest.
Elena
I... have a question.
His eyes locked onto mine, dark and calculating. My courage wavered, still I pressed on
Elena
Why...why did you choose me?I mean I don't know anything about being an assistant, let alone surviving in this world.*voice barely steady*
Ivan Volkov
For the first problem, you can learn slowly. We have all the time in the world, and I will help you,so you don't need to pressure yourself ❄️
Ivan Volkov
And for the second problem...you will be trained—
Ivan Volkov
Trained. Like a weapon.❄️
I couldn't hold back any longer.
Ivan Volkov
You won't. I won't allow it ❄️*deadly serious*
Elena
😳*heart skip a bit *
Elena
(what just happened)
clutching the edge of the table i asked
Elena
So… it’s a promise, right?
Pauses, letting the word hang in the air
Ivan Volkov
It's a condition.❄️
My stomach drops. Before I can retreat, I forces out another question
Elena
Why are you so hellbent on keeping me?"
Ivan Volkov
Just imagine a woman who'd rather die than kneel?*He leaned in* what she'd do for the one who "lets" her stand ❄️*smirking, cold*
The unspoken truth hung between us "This was never about work. It was a game—and he'd already won."
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