Gavril
That was the original plan.
By the time I pulled the car up to the mansion, I had the entire conversation planned out in my head. I was sure that Naomi would have a great deal of questions, questions that I wasn’t ready to answer, but I didn’t have any concerns about her not going.
After all, she knew I held her life in my hands, and at any moment I could squash it. That hadn’t changed.
Had it?
I would treat her no differently than the plans I had with Sveta. If she couldn’t give me a kid by the end of the year, I would have to come up with something else, and the plan had always been to tuck her somewhere out of sight, claiming she was sick or some s**t so I could move on.
I was married to my position first.
The woman was supposed to come second and be nothing but a part of
