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I let the comment fly. He was right, anyway. Had I really not bothered to find out how she came to apply for the job?
“She didn’t know, of course,” Marco said. “She probably thought he was being helpful. They wanted her to get in and hoped you would fall for her. Yuliya knows your type, it seems…”
“No-brainer. Just the opposite of her,” I muttered.
“They wanted a scandal, you fucking the nanny, for the case… but you just skipped a few steps and went straight to a marriage, of course.”
“So the film… merda…” I whispered. “She wanted her revenge.”
“Bingo. Apparently, she wasn’t happy at being financially controlled by you through her parents and now grandparents.”
“Fuck!” I hissed. I had underestimated a woman scorned.
“I don’t know how you stayed married to that woman.”
“Patience, lots and lots of it.”
“Well, something tells me she wasn’t so bad in the sack either,” he quipped. Only Marco would make a comment like that and get away with it.
I couldn’t be bothered to think about that fucking episode. I should have known she would use the film. The rage boiling inside me plotted the slow death of her. My fists clenched and unclenched slowly as I mulled over the idea of sticking my claws into her and shredding her to pieces. The satisfaction alone would be immeasurable. She had it coming a long way off. If only she weren’t Vladislav’s daughter. What a crap idea that had been to join the two forces.
“Can we bring her in?” Marco broke the silence, giving word to my conniving thoughts.
Frustration leaked out of me. “You know we can’t. I’ll call Vladislav.”
I was connecting the dots to a scheme to keep me away from what was mine. “What’s my mother’s involvement in this?”
“Fucking Igor didn’t have a clue, and I believe him. Given the state he is in, he wouldn’t dare lie. But that doesn’t mean Yuliya isn’t involved with Maria.”
I thought about it. The two couldn’t stand each other when I was married to her. Now it felt like a bad joke that those two were teaming up against me. Fucking women in my life. The only good one had to run away to god knows where.
“I need her found, Marco.”
“I’ll collect Maria—”
“No, I need my wife found, Marco. Get the men on it. I don’t care what they have to do. What kind of resources you have to pull. Find her.”
Didn’t he understand? I needed her to breathe, to find relief from the fucking bulldozer parked on my chest. The only way that would work was if she was back near me, under me, on top of… anywhere. I might even allow the separate room thing if I could just have her near me. Be able to smell her, hear her voice breaking for me…
This is exactly why I didn’t do feelings. I didn’t like the bitter taste of it, nor the bruise on my fucking lungs. I would gladly take any day without emotion over this heaviness in my chest. Fucking feelings.
I needed to have a calm conversation with Vladislav. I paced the room while my shaking hands dialled his number.
Fucking hands. Letting me down as well.
“Antonio.”
“Get her out of my fucking life,” I growled.
Merda!
“Calm down, Antonio—”
“Get your daughter out of my fucking way,” I cut him off. “She’s messing with my life, my wife.”
“What has she done now? I thought the custody…”
“She sent a sex tape to my wife, Vladislav. Now my wife is missing. I can’t find her.” My voice broke.
