Tatiana’s pulse raced as the car pulled into the tall iron gates
Inside, the silence was unsettling. No maids bustled, no laughter echoed—just emptiness. Ivan Petrovich led them through wide corridors lined with expensive art, finally stopping before double oak doors. He knocked gently, then opened them. “Stas,” he said, voice firm but soft. “Meet your wife.” Tatiana’s breath caught. There, by the tall window, sat a … Read more