ANASTASIA’S POV

“Accept it, Anna. She is mine,” Ivan said to me in a firm tone.

I opened my mouth to speak, to scream that he was wrong, to deny everything, but I saw something behind him that made my heart stop.

Nolan was standing in the doorway looking bloody and bruised.

Ivan turned, finally noticing him. He didn’t even flinch. He just smiled, smug and unbothered.

“Nolan,” I whispered. “You’re alive,” I said moving to stand from the bed.

He raised his hand to stop me from moving, his eyes darting between me and Ivan. “Did I hear him right?” He asked slowly.

I could only sit there as...