Charlotte "Beg me if you need me."

I opened my mouth, or rather my jaw just fell to the floor. It seems I forgot how to breathe, but I want to erase his grin, preferably with a knife cut. "Excuse me?" I cleared my throat. "I want you, Melissa." He said calmly.

"It's worse for you because now I'm Charlotte." I snorted. "Boring, obedient wife Charlotte." His eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't you yourself miss the top shooter Melissa Kirillova?" "No." I lied. Did John and Lizzie drown in the toilet or what?

"I like it when you lie." His voice became even darker. "But now listen." He became tougher and all the tension of passion was replaced only by hatred. "I need your help and you will help me." "Let me think..." I theatrically tapped my chin with my index finger. "Kiss my ass and go to hell."

"Yours? With pleasure." Cade grinned evilly. "But you must help me find and kill the traitor." «Oh, someone wrapped you around their finger and now you want my help?" "You wrapped me first." "I did it better." "True."

"Even you can admit that I beat you at your own game called our marriage." "We never got divorced." He shrugged. "So it's still not clear who won and who lost." "You lost me." "But again you are in my hands."

I swallowed and felt the same knot in my stomach like 6 years ago when my mother told me to marry this man. I never would have thought that it would end like this. With a broken heart. Hatred. And blood on my hands.

"Tell me more about what happened." The dark side of me took over my curiosity. He leaned back imposingly, stretching out his black jacket. Cade's movements were so confident with the precision of a beast that knows exactly how to keep me interested.

"For several months now, someone has been transferring money from the Russian Mafia to their accounts, we tried to find out this from a distance, but in the end I had to change the name and buy the company with my own money in order to identify this person. And kill for sure."

"Why do you need me?" "It all started when you ran away." I felt a chill on my skin when his harsh and hateful voice reached my ears. "What?"

Apparently this man needed to get rid of me. Thoughts were scattered in different directions and somewhere the pieces began to connect into a single puzzle. If this is so, was it really a setup that caused me to run away 10 months ago?

"Yes, someone was clearly inside our circle. And disappeared." He tilted his head to the side. "The traitor knew that as long as you were next to me, it was pointless to do anything." "Was that a compliment?" I opened my eyes wider in surprise. "Why are you so surprised? You are smart, beautiful and incredibly cunning, and you also wield a knife and any weapon better than many men. When you were by my side, we were the invincible king and queen."

"And then the king knelt without his queen." I gave him a grin. "Insanely adorable." "Shut your mouth, krasavica." His jaw was clenched so tightly that I could even see his jaw. "That's why I'm here. I need you to carry out my plan."

"We'll talk about this when you get on your knees and maybe then I'll listen to your plan." I slowly stood up from the table without taking my eyes off him. "If my husband comes looking for me, tell him that I went outside to get some air." Before I left, I had one last thing to say. "Oh and yes. When people ask for help they say the word "please" and don't think that I knelt down just because you found me."

"Take at least a step..." I immediately stopped when I heard him. "And we'll start a dangerous game, sweetheart." I knew what he meant, but my pride did not allow me to leave without consequences. Because the problems from my decisions are my second skin.

"You can eat my ass with your eyes while I'm leaving you." I started moving towards the exit. "It wasn't very nice to see you again." My heels continued to click on the floor, I felt his gaze on me. With every step, the load in my stomach intensified, forcing my lungs to compress more and more, unable to breathe fully.

Feeling the cool air, I sharply pressed my shoulder blades against the concrete wall, trying to take a sharp breath. It wasn't a dream. I hugged my waist tighter. My chest was falling and rising so quickly that it seemed like I was seeing black dots in front of my eyes.

I have to get rid of this desire to get to this traitor. And kill. Strangle. If everything was planned, then this means that it was because of this that I lost the last part of my heart. On the other hand, I can't accept my ex's deal even if I want to because...

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

And also, losing your strength with the king again means returning to the image of Melissa and giving up Charlotte - a good girl who cooks pancakes and washes clothes.

But Melissa? And also the past me is the embodiment of the devil. They feared me even more than my husband. For many, I was only his wife, but I killed many people. Too much. Those who were traitors, those who thought they could challenge or simply those who did not want to pay the bills.

I didn't think that I would ever become like this next to him, but it happened. I learned to shoot or stab in such a way as to torture and not kill outright. I learned to be so cunning using my appearance to lure them into my trap.

That's what I was like. Melissa Kirillova. Wife of the head of the Russian Mafia. And the snake queen. That's what they called me. And I miss that, but at the same time, I could protect myself physically, but mentally I didn't know how. After all, no one was around. Even Roman. Especially him.

He can now be Cade, a businessman, or a damn puppy on my shoulder. The fact remains a fact. Sooner or later he will return there. Will become the same. And if now I follow him, even for my own purposes, Cade will drag me along with him. But I don't want this. Not with him.

Revenge is good but will it change anything for me? The past cannot be changed. It hurts but it's true. We chase after it so often that we forget to live on. I am so smart in words, but I myself cannot let go of my pain. It's just that I'm trying and struggling with this.

Closing my eyes, I again decided to plunge into my own feelings of the past. Our marriage was like a roller coaster. From strangers as enemies to lovers to people who again became strangers to each other and again we became enemies. I remembered our first meeting. It was abnormal, passionate and strange. But that's what villains do. And that's exactly what we were. What we still are.

***

6 years ago...

"Then do it." I accepted his challenge. I'm ready to start our marriage. Our war. As soon as the words left my lips, Roman, like a predator, slowly stood up, leaning on the table, my eyes glued to his sinewy hands, where even from a distance every vein could be seen.

"Is this what you want?" He began to slowly approach me, which made me squeeze my thighs tighter. "I don't care. You may be in control of the situation, but I will be the reason why... Oh! I gasped when his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him so that my head hit his chest.

"You talk too much, krasavica." In one motion he turned me towards the table. "Let's make you scream.I think it sounds better." His palm touched my shoulder blade, forcing me to bend over the table.

I was speechless when my nipples tensed under the lace of my white bra, feeling the hard surface of the wood of the table. Roman's fingers deftly moved along my spine to my ass.

I have to say something. I have so many curse words on the tip of my tongue, but I have forgotten how to speak. My underwear is only getting wetter, and I want to punch him more and more for the fact that in 30 seconds he accustomed my body to himself. I heard a slap and screamed as he promised. Only then did I feel a burning sensation on my right buttock. This piece of shit hit me. Fine. Sexy piece of shit.

"I hate you!" "Say." Slap. "It." Slap. "Again." Slap. "I hate you." I muttered through my teeth, breathless. "Then..." He grabbed my throat from behind, pulling me towards his face. "I have nothing to lose." His lips found mine. I immediately pushed him away in an attempt to hit him, but he was stronger than me and grabbed both my hands, still fiercely biting into my mouth.

The top of my head hit the table heavily under his weight, still holding my arms above my head. I didn't feel any pain, only his minty smell and the way our tongues had their own battle. I moaned as my future husband and current enemy deepened the kiss so much that drool began to run down my chin. Our breathing became one whole passionately and furiously.

Our eyes met, and for a moment the whole world around us disappeared. There were so many emotions that I simply surrendered to their flow without feeling bad. Because I am the reason why a person like Roman lost his head.

He pressed closer to me so that the bodies merged together, as if they were created for each other. His kiss became even more insistent, more uncontrollable, and I responded in kind, meeting him with the same passion. After all, I never admit defeat. From all this I felt sparks that were ready to explode at any second.

When we finally broke away from each other, it was only because we needed air. "Our marriage will be an amazing journey." His second palm touched my panties, feeling the warmth and wetness of my pussy. "And we'll start right here."

*** I sharply opened my eyes, feeling that very smell of mint that cannot be forgotten. Never. Not for me. "You leave, I find you, baby." His green eyes watched me with interest. "Is it hot here for you? You're all red." "It's out of anger." I muttered noticing the knife in his hand. "Don't even think about threatening me, I still won't help you."

"Threats?" His laugh was short and not sincere. "I don't need them." "I wouldn't be so confident, Kirillov." I rolled my eyes. "You no longer have influence over me."

"Tell me." He leaned closer. So much so that his breath blew on my cheek when I turned away, trying to maintain distance between our lips. "Was there a reason why you ran away?" "Yes, I was married to an asshole."

The blade of the knife touched my chin, lifting my head and our gazes met. "Don't play with fire, sweetheart." His hand squeezed my throat even tighter, pressing me against the wall. "Or I'll punish you ." The air began to thicken in the space between us.

"Go ahead." Do it. Now. Destroy me as you..." And then his lips burned mine. For a second I was lost in the sensations like then, but this time I pushed him away and hit his left cheek hard. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I turned him with his back to the wall and now he is pressed against it, even if he has the knife, it is all in my hands.

"If you do that again, you'll end up six feet underground." Anger began to fill me but he just grinned cheekily. "Here she is. My dangerous girl." Cade grabbed my ass so deftly that I didn't even have time to understand how it was already on his shoulder.

"I. Will. Kill. You." With every word I was hitting his back even harder. "Let me go!" "Shut up, krasavica!" He barked, his voice was full of venom. "Do you want me to shut up? You're fucking kidnapping me! Right in front of my husband, asshole!" "Well, now you are my wife." He slapped my ass as 6 years ago. "Again."