The Volkov chronicles: A love Reclaimed

Chapter 3: The Interview

Alexander Volkov settled into his armchair across from Luna, his gaze unwavering. The warmth from the fire cast a soft glow over his features, but his eyes remained shadowed with an intensity that made Luna’s pulse quicken.

“Miss Davenport,” he began, his voice smooth but with an edge of formality, “what brings you to my home? Surely you didn’t come all this way just for an interview.”

Luna steadied herself, meeting his gaze. “I’m here because I want to understand who you are. You’ve been a figure of intrigue in the public eye, yet very little is known about you. It’s a rare opportunity for any journalist.”

Alexander’s lips twitched slightly, a hint of amusement in his otherwise composed demeanor. “And what is it you hope to uncover? My business dealings? My private life?”

"Everything,” Luna replied honestly. “People are curious about you. They want to know the man behind the legend.”

He leaned back, studying her. “And what if I told you that some legends are better left untouched?”

Luna’s curiosity was piqued. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Perhaps,” Alexander said, his gaze lingering on her. “But before we proceed, tell me—why are you so eager to dig into my life?”

Luna took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “I believe that every story has layers. The truth often lies beneath the surface, and as a journalist, it’s my job to uncover it. And if there’s more to your story than meets the eye, I’m prepared to find it.”

Alexander’s eyes seemed to soften just a fraction. “Very well. Ask your questions. But be prepared for answers that may not align with your expectations.”

Luna nodded, her notebook at the ready. “Let’s start with the basics. Your rise to wealth and power—how did it all begin?”

As the interview progressed, Alexander spoke of his business ventures, his rise from a young entrepreneur to a billionaire, and his philanthropic efforts. Yet, there was an underlying tension in his responses, a sense that he was carefully selecting what to reveal.

As the conversation delved into more personal territory, Luna noticed subtle changes in his demeanor. His responses were guarded, his expressions carefully controlled. Occasionally, his gaze would shift to the window, where the moonlight illuminated the garden outside.