Cade "God damn, she drives me crazy."

In this life, I wasn't usually feared. I am not the kind of person who can give a smile or hug someone if they feel bad. Rather, I will simply enjoy every negative emotion and tear. That was until this crazy woman walked through my office door. And even if I can't be afraid of everything , it is this that scares me. Not her. But the fact that Melissa is silent.

This means that either my wife is thinking of how to kill me with the knife she managed to snatch from my hands or she has resigned herself to the fact that I simply carry her in my power. I think knowing her, I will soon die. How sweet.

"I would never have thought that you could keep quiet." I chuckled. "Thinking about the perfect murder of you." See.I told you. "Good luck. By the way, have you gained weight?" And then I felt a sharp knife digging into my shoulder.

The muscle in my shoulder trembled from the force of the blow, but feeling the precision of the blade already leaving my body sent pain through my skin, forcing me to stop. There were only 10 minutes left until my penthouse, but that could wait. I squeezed her ass harder in my hands, hearing a hiss.

"I was kidding." Rolling my eyes, I continued on my way, feeling the blood running down my back. "If you do that again, I'll throw you out on the highway."

"You were too brave to joke about weight with a woman like me." I felt her brazenly wiping the blood on the blade of the knife on my expensive suit. "Don't worry, I'll stitch up your wound when you finally let me go."

"Are you worried about me?" "I rather not want you to die before you tell me your full plan." "So you agree?" "If only you give me guarantees, Cade." "Stop calling me that, Melissa!" I barked. "But I don't want to call you what I called my husband." She persisted. "And don't you dare call me Melissa. She died 10 months ago and Charlotte was born."

Something squeezed my chest too hard. It was this that caused the hatred towards the woman who was special to me. The moment she disappeared, I knew that there was nothing left between us. Until the moment we met. It was this that became the catalyst for becoming enemies. This brunette betrayed me and as soon as I use her for my own purposes, I will take revenge.

"What guarantees are you talking about?" I asked anyway, opening the door to the huge building. I. Absolutely. Don't. Care. About. Her. Words.

"Ha." I heard, already entering my own elevator that would open in my penthouse. "You want to take revenge on me for running away, but you need me for your plan. You must guarantee me that you will let me go after this. I mean you will give me a divorce."

My eyes gleamed possessively in the elevator mirror, wishing Melissa were just a little bit dumber. "Did you really think I would be so naive?" I was still silent as I entered the spacious hall. The elevator doors didn't even have time to close before my hands put her on the ground.

"So what now?" Melissa turned on her heels, looking at me. "You want to lock me in your penthouse?" "Perhaps." A smile touched my lips. "I agree." She snorted, throwing the knife between us. "I'll use you as my obedient puppy again."

I grabbed her by the throat with all my strength, imitating the same position outside the restaurant. So small, so fragile, pressed against the elevator doors. "Are you sure it will be like this?" My fingers deftly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "You are too weak in the hands of a man."

"Cade, Cade, Cade." She emphasized my fake name. "You still haven't gotten to know me or understood me in the last 5 years of our marriage."

"What are you talking about?" I watched as Melissa deftly pulled something out of her hair. Until the gold from the hair clip began to glitter between us in her hands in the light above us. I swallowed.

"Remember this thing, honey?" Her evil grin reflected only one thing. Victory over this situation. Temporary victory. Her finger deftly pressed a special little button, turning it into a miniature knife. "Do you want to play?" I squeezed her throat harder. "Let's play then."

"You keep my gift, I'm flattered." "The only thing that was useful from you." She pointed the blade at me. "So what now?" "I owned Roman Kirilov." Her eyes narrowed and her palm dug her nails into the hand I was still holding her. "And now I will be Cade too." She began to advance on me, wanting to force me to take a step back.

I dropped my hands to my sides, continuing to retreat. Curiosity and interest forced me to give her the power she wanted. But everything got out of control as we silently walked to the couch when my ass plopped down on the comfortable mattress.

"What's wrong?" Melissa lifted her dress slightly up her hips, drawing my gaze to her. "Did you forget there's a couch here?" My mouth suddenly went dry when her body straddled me. And my dick twitched treacherously. This wasn't my fucking plan when I wanted to give her a little power.

"What are you doing?" I asked hoarsely. "You men are so boring when you only think with your dicks." Her eyes rolled too far back. "By the way..." I looked down, feeling one of her hands begin to tug at the buttons of my shirt. There was no way she was letting go of the knife pointed straight at my neck. "It's your birthday, after all."

"I decided that this was the perfect date for us to meet again." "And here is my birthday gift for you." She whispered as Melissa slowly plunged the knife into my stomach. "This scar is specially from me."

My face didn't even flinch. Even if I felt my insides stretching in pain. I've been through worse. "You are still one of my biggest and favourite scar, sweetheart." She slowly touched my lips for a split second. "And you are the hell but I want to visit it."

Our faces were so close. We were breathing too fast, our chests were slamming together from the uneven movement. Now I had two wounds that were bleeding. And I had only seen her again a few hours ago.

It seemed like Melissa could hold the knife inside me forever, but we both turned around at Natasha's sudden voice. "And I told you, Roma, that you will never overcome the power that she has over you." My wife's whole body immediately disappeared from me. She threw herself into the arms of my housekeeper so quickly that she even left her knife inside me.

"Oh my God, Natasha!" Her happy squeal filled the room. I hadn't heard her sound so happy in a long time. "I missed you so much!" "Me too, my girl." Why does Natasha sound so sweet too? "How are you? Is everything okay?"

I tilted my head with interest, looking at them. Natasha is a blonde woman of age who has worked in my house since I was a child. She has always been responsible for cleanliness and comfort, supervising the staff, but I only trusted her with my room or this apartment. She has known me for almost all of my 33 years, but I have never seen her smile, let alone such happiness like right now.

"Am I disturbing you?" I muttered. They immediately turned around and exhaled tiredly. "Natasha, will you bring a damp towel, thread and needle with the first aid kit?" Melissa's gaze wandered over my body. "I've made a bit of a mess here." She headed towards me while my worker, fucking my if you didn't realise yet, nodded silently as she left.

"Are you bipolar?" I asked as she began to remove my jacket and shirt, both of which were soaked in blood. "No, you're just annoying and there's too much temptation to hurt you, but I'm still interested in your plan."

Melissa sat down next to me, waiting for Natuscha. "When did you two become so close? I never noticed you getting close." "You didn't notice anything." "What are you talking about?" There were so many negative waves of emotions coming from her that it seemed as if just one question from me would make her hands finish what they started.

"Only you could have hurt him and stitched up those wounds yourself." Natasha reappeared so suddenly that we both jumped. "Now that's what I call it. My girl." She put the first aid kit between us with a towel, ignoring me.

"Actually...it was you who raised me." "I must admit, Mr. Kirilov, that I like your wife better." She bowed slightly and, with her head held high, walked away, leaving us alone.

"What does this mean?" I hissed as Melissa began to treat my wounds. "It's not my fault that I'm the only one who doesn't like you," she snorted. "You won't tell me why you ran away, will you?" "Shut up."

I leaned back on the couch, surrendering to the pain. It hurts. It's not hard for me to admit it. But not because of the wound in my stomach or my shoulder, but because of how hard she stabbed me in the back with the knife of betrayal.

*** 10 months ago...

I was returning from another meeting at the club. It was about 4 am. I wish I was a good husband. For a woman like Melissa, not only the head of the mafia would kneel, even the king himself would do it.

It's been 5 years and I still can't believe that this woman is mine. But most of the time I need to be away from her. Because she finds me disgusting. Unneeded. She hates me. Or doesn't even feel anything.

Like an old record moving towards our bedroom, the memory of fragments of her conversation with her mother crashes into me as if it wants me to even refuse 3 hours of sleep next to the woman I am obsessed with.

"Mom, what do you want from me?" I heard her voice when I opened the door to our room. "No, don't bring him in here." Again a small pause, her mother was clearly speaking in response. "Seriously? Are you kidding me?" Pause. "Roman, I'm disgusted, we've been married for almost a year and I can't even look at him, let alone when he touches me. I hate him. He's the biggest mistake I've made because of you!" Her scream across the entire space made me leave, but the ringing in my ears felt like a long and disgusting squeak for too long.

I exhaled, holding the door handle. That's what I always did. I thought there was something big between us in that first year. It seemed like this was what could be called... Love. But what I heard? It was the cold water on my head that I needed to understand what an idiot I was. How easily I was wrapped around my own finger.

I can't refuse to touch her but at least I could be as far away as possible giving her what she wanted. Distance from me. As far as possible.

Opening the door to the dark room, I expected to see my wife's silhouette on our bed in the moonlight. To hug her to myself, thinking that at least in my sleep she wouldn't be disgusted. But it was empty.

I turned on the light abruptly. "Melissa!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I ran to the bathroom but there was no one there either. "Melissa!" Even louder. It was as if there wasn't enough oxygen in her lungs. I swear if something happened to her then...

"She's gone." Natasha's calm voice came from behind me, making me turn around. "What do you mean she left?" Her calm expression was completely at odds with the situation in which I was ready to sit half the city.

"That means she left you." Her small body came up to me and while I was still in a state of shock, she thrust a piece of paper into my huge palm. "I must say that this was the best thing you lost in your life." Ignoring her, I quickly unfolded the note.

I left you, Roman. You were the worst husband, but you can become a little better if you don't look for me. If you ever find me, then kill me or fuck me so that I hate you even more. Not yours anymore, Melissa.

***

"That's it." Her voice pulled me out of my memories and I heard the click of the medicine cabinet closing. She turned completely towards me, her posture radiating only one thing. Readiness. "I'm ready to listen to your plan, Mr. Kirilov.

"I'm not ready yet." He grabbed her wrist sharply, Melissa was on my lap again. She didn't even have time to gasp, we both just felt the humidity of the air and each other's hot breath.

"What does this mean?" she croaked. "Remember the note you peeled off when you left?" My hand landed on her waist. "You said if we met I could either kill you or fuck you." I bit my bottom lip. "I'm choosing the last one."