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“No, you’re not. You forget,Moya Lyubov,I know when you are lying,” he said, closing his laptop before getting to his feet. Shrugging out of the white dress shirt he wore, he placed it on the couch, then removed his belt. “You know how much I hate liars.”
Gulping, I took a step back.
I knew.
I’d seen firsthand what he did to them.
It wasn’t pretty.
But I was his wife. There was no way he would do that shit to me. My brothers would kill him dead if he did. He stalked towards me as I stumbled until my back hit the wall.
He looked more dangerous than last night, if that was possible.
“What are you going to do?”
He yanked me towards him as he lowered his face, whispering, “Why I’m going to fuck my wife until she tells me the truth?”
“You can’t. I started my period.”
“They don’t call me the Bloodletter for nothing.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Illyria
The night of the Grand Re-opening of the Gentlemen’s Club,
Tonight was the night.
Everything was ready. I had attended to all.
I left nothing to chance.
Tonight was going to be the biggest night of my life or the worst.
Sitting at the vanity in Maxim’s Penthouse, I applied the last bit of lipstick to my lips before placing the cap back on the small gold tube in my hands when I noticed they were shaking. I didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t been to an event like this before. Hell, parties were my life. From the moment mother allowed, I’d attended openings, galas, balls, dinner parties. I’d gotten so good at them. By the time I turned twenty-one, I was free to attend unchaperoned.
Or so I thought.
But tonight was different.
Tonight, it wasn’t about some charity or organization trying to raise funds. Tonight, it was about my club.
Tonight, all eyes would be on me, and that rattled me to my core. It was one thing being the CEO of Valentinetti Corporation and attending events, because I was representing my family. This tonight was all me. Everything from the décor and guest list to the food served and the music played. Tonight, everyone would see a side of me I rarely showed.
“Moya Lyubov?”
Turning, I stared at the man who, for the last few days, had been systematically trying his damnedestto break down every wall I erected by any means at his disposal. To make matters worse, tonight we would attend the grand re-opening together, as husband and wife.
One of my secrets would soon come to light and there was nothing I could do about it. He made that perfectly clear.
In more ways than one.
I was his, and he was staking his claim.
“Do I look alright?”
He smirked. “You look wonderful tonight.”
