Matrimonio Por Contrato Con El Anastasia Lee (2... <95% SIMPLE>

The first few months were a masterclass in loneliness. The Volkov estate was massive, a beautiful prison of marble and glass. Anastasia filled her days with painting—her true passion that she had abandoned to help her family—and fulfilling her duties as Mrs. Volkov.

At corporate galas, he began to actually listen when she spoke. He noticed how she effortlessly charmed difficult investors. One evening, after a particularly exhausting fundraiser, Adrian did something uncharacteristic. He poured her a glass of wine in the study. Matrimonio Por Contrato Con El Anastasia Lee (2...

"I am learning not to," he said, his gaze lingering on her just a second too long. For the first time, the ice in his eyes seemed to thaw. Chapter 3: Cracks in the Armor The first few months were a masterclass in loneliness

As she walked toward the front door of the estate, the lights flickered on. Adrian was standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and hurt. Volkov

As the months rolled on, the fake smiles for the cameras became real. Dinners were no longer silent. They laughed, they debated, and they began to share their lives. Anastasia realized, with a sense of dread, that she was falling in love with her contract husband.

"Anastasia!" he breathed out, closing the distance between them in three long strides. He gripped her shoulders, searching her face. "Where have you been? No one knew where you went. I thought..."

He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. His thumbs gently brushed away a tear that had escaped her eye.