I took a taxi to the Volkov mansion. Of course, it was packed. Luxurious cars lined the driveway like shining beasts on display, and people dressed in outfits that probably cost more than anything I could imagine waltzed past the gates, laughing and clinking glasses of champagne as if the world didn’t hold any dark secrets. As the taxi came to a stop, I got out slowly, my mind blank and fogged over like a mirror after a hot shower. But beneath that fog was a storm.
All I could think of was betrayal.
They didn’t love me.
Not really.
I was just another business transaction. A pawn on a well-designed chessboard built years ago, when I wasn’t even born. And now that pawn had played its role. I was born to be Heinrich’s wife—and I became one. But at what cost?