It was 2 AM. Outside, the silence had created a suffocating atmosphere within the palace. In Viktor's private bedroom, the light was dim, with only a single red lamp glowing in a corner of the wall.
Right in the center of the room, Alia had been bound tightly with iron chains. The fire of the 'Mafia Godmother' seemed shackled today. The friction of the chains had left red marks on her fair wrists. Alia sat motionless, her gaze fixed on the floor, yet the ever-familiar spark in her eyes had not yet been extinguished.
In another room, Viktor and Anna sat together. Viktor was draped in his black royal coat. Anna looked somewhat dejected and worried, the traces of fear evident on her face. She knew that Viktor was at his most dangerous when he was quiet. Viktor said nothing, merely gripping his glass tightly.
Suddenly, Viktor stood up. Leaving Anna there, he walked with steady, heavy steps toward his own room. At the sound of the door opening, Alia looked up. Viktor stood directly in front of her, his once-calm blue eyes now turned a deep, obsidian black.
Without a word, Viktor suddenly leaned down, grabbed Alia's hair in his fist, and pulled it forcefully toward him. Alia's head tilted backward, the veins in her neck straining. Though she winced slightly at his cruel touch, not a single scream escaped her lips.
Viktor: (In a very low and predatory voice) "I told you, Anastasia I do not like playing hide-and-seek in my palace. Tonight, I will shatter that 'Godmother' pride of yours with these very chains."
Alia looked directly into Viktor's eyes and let out a mysterious smile. That smile only seemed to fuel Viktor's rage even further. Suddenly, the obsidian darkness in Viktor's eyes deepened. He slowly drew a sharp silver dagger from his pocket. Under the dim red light, the blade's edge shimmered with an eerie, blood-like tint.
Viktor tightened his grip on Alia's hair, ensuring she couldn't move. Then, with agonizing slowness, he placed the razor-sharp tip of the dagger right beneath her throat, atop her leather choker. The cold touch of the steel sent a visible shiver across Alia's skin.
Viktor: (In a voice that was perfectly calm yet bone-chilling) "This blade has much to say, Anastasia. It loathes liars and traitors. Will it quench its thirst with your blood tonight, or will you finally speak?"
Looking directly into Viktor's eyes, Alia showed not a shred of fear. Instead, her mysterious smile only widened. It was as if she were savoring the moment. Viktor pressed the dagger slightly harder against her throat, causing a single bead of blood to roll down her fair skin.
Alia whispered, "Love can never be measured by the edge of a blade, My Lord. If you wish, you may paint the floors of this palace with my last drop of blood tonight."
Viktor's hand trembled slightly. Alia's indomitable courage and her 'Mafia Godmother' persona threw him into a state of conflict once more. In the adjacent room, Anna remained pale with fear, knowing that if Viktor chose to strike, all of Moscow would tremble tonight.Viktor's primal and violent nature fully awakened at that moment. Seeing the single bead of blood on Alia's throat, his patience finally snapped. He abruptly pulled the dagger away, but his gaze grew even hungrier.
With his powerful hands, Viktor pulled Alia's face toward his own. Blood continued to trickle from the slight nick on her fair neck. Viktor could no longer restrain himself; he leaned down, pressed his lips against her bloody neck, and began to drink her blood directly.
Alia let out a long breath, her body trembling slightly. Yet, instead of fear, a sense of triumph flickered in her eyes. Within Viktor's actions, there was as much deep-seated hatred as there was an absolute sense of possession. It was as if, by tasting her blood, Viktor was binding her soul to his own forever.
Alia whispered, "Is your thirst quenched by my blood now, My Lord? Or do you wish to make my very existence yours eternally?"
Viktor lifted his face from her neck. Bright red blood stained the corners of his lips, making him look like a true predator a cold-hearted Mafia Lord in the dead of night. He gripped the chains binding Alia and brought his face close to her ear.
Viktor: (In a very low and grave voice) "Every single drop of your blood belongs to me now. In this palace, even your death can only happen with my permission."
In the next room, Anna remained frozen in fear. Watching this terrifying yet intense scene from behind the door, she realized that the bond between Viktor and Alia was no ordinary romance it was a dark obsession that could lead them both to destruction.Viktor lifted his blood-stained face and, without any warning, crushed Alia in his powerful arms. The chains clattered violently as he pulled her against him with agonizing force. With a surge of aggression, he flung her onto the massive king-sized bed. Alia hit the mattress, her hair splaying out as the heavy chains thudded against the bedding. Standing over her like a dark shadow, Viktor whispered that while binding her with chains was easy, only he knew how to truly tame her. From the next room, Anna watched in terror, realizing that a lethal power struggle was unfolding behind those closed doors.Morning had just arrived. The pale sunlight streaming through the palace windows made the corridor look different. Anna walked slowly toward Viktor's room, the echoes of last night's bloody scene and the clanking of chains still ringing in her ears. With an unknown fear in her heart, she gave the door a slight push and peered inside.
But the sight left Anna stunned. Viktor was gone, and so was Alia. The massive king-sized bed lay in total disarray, and the heavy iron chains from the night before lay discarded carelessly on the floor. The red light was now off, but a heavy scent and a lingering heat still hung in the air.
Anna rushed out of the room and ran toward the hall, where a maid stood holding a silver tray. Anna practically screamed at her.
Anna: (In an agitated voice) "Where are they? Where did Viktor and Alia go? I didn't see anyone leave the palace!"
The maid, terrified by Anna's frantic state, lowered her head. her hands were trembling slightly.
Maid: "Madam, Lord Viktor and that jewel... I mean, Madam Alia, left before the first light of dawn. The Lord's black sports car is missing from the garage. He took Madam Alia and drove off toward the mountains without saying a word to anyone."
Anna leaned her back against the wall, paralyzed. Had Viktor finally set Alia free? Or had he taken her to a secret location in the dead of morning where no one else was permitted to enter?Anna's trusted bodyguard revealed that Viktor had taken Alia to a forbidden, snow-covered region of Russia. He described it as a place where only ice exists and it's hidden from all maps. Anna, trembling, finally named the place: "The Frozen Fortress" (Moroznaya Krepost). This isolated fortress is surrounded by icy mountains, with no network or outside surveillance. Anna realized that by taking Alia there, Viktor intended to isolate her completely from the world, ensuring she remains solely under his control with no possibility of escape.Anna's trusted bodyguard paused for a moment, correcting his mistake with a voice filled with even greater dread. Looking deeply into Anna's eyes, he whispered:
"Forgive me, Madam. The place isn't just any ordinary snowy mountain. It is deep within the heart of Siberia, in the Yakutia region—a bone-chilling, desolate frontier. Temperatures there drop to -60°C. The locals call it 'Moroznaya Krepost'—an abandoned and cursed ice fortress."
Anna shuddered at the name. The Yakutia region of Russia is known as one of the coldest inhabited places on Earth. No ordinary human could survive there.
Anna: (In disbelief) "Yakutia? Why would Viktor go to that frozen hell in Siberia? It means he's taken Alia to a place from which returning alive is nearly impossible!"
The bodyguard lowered his head and added that Lord Viktor had swapped his Bugatti Bolide for a specially engineered Snow-Proof SUV. Only such a vehicle could navigate the impenetrable mountain roads of Yakutia. Anna realized that Viktor didn't just want to imprison Alia; he wanted to hide her from the entire world forever, keeping her as his private companion in a place where no one could find them.
In that wasteland, no phones work, and no GPS signals reach. Anna knew that if she didn't take action by this afternoon, Alia might be lost forever in that frozen silence.The night was deep. Viktor's private jet came to a halt on the icy runway amidst the bone-chilling cold of Siberia. As the cabin door opened, a gust of freezing air rushed in, yet the atmosphere seemed to ignite the moment Alia stepped down the stairs.
Alia looked breathtakingly beautiful tonight. In the extreme cold of Yakutia, her fair complexion had taken on a vivid rosy-pink flush. Her lips trembled slightly from the chill, and her enchanting eyes held an extraordinary sense of nobility. She didn't look like a captive queen of this frozen realm; she looked like a living goddess.
Right behind her descended Viktor. His presence was beyond words—his massive frame draped in a long, black fur coat made him look like an absolute sovereign. His stone-cold face showed no emotion, but his gaze was fixed intently on Alia. With every step he took, it felt as though the very ice beneath him froze in fear.
Lined up around the jet were Viktor's private bodyguards, each armed with advanced weaponry, clad in heavy winter gear with their faces masked. They silently escorted their Lord and the stunning Godmother forward.
Waiting ahead was the powerful Snow-Proof SUV, ready to take them toward the mysterious 'Moroznaya Krepost' (The Frozen Fortress). Alia glanced up at the sky, where the faint glow of the Aurora flickered, and Viktor gripped her hand firmly, leading her toward the vehicle.