Breaking the icy silence within the SUV, Viktor suddenly seized Alia's hand and pulled her forcefully toward him. Caught off guard, Alia tumbled against his chest. With her lips still trembling from the cold, she managed to whisper in surprise
Alia: "What is it, Viktor? Why so sudden..."
Viktor offered no verbal reply. His stone-cold features were masked by a strange, overwhelming sense of possessiveness. He threw open his massive black fur coat and, in a single motion, wrapped Alia inside its warmth with him.
In an instant, Alia felt as if she had been transported from the -60°C Siberian wasteland into a heated sanctuary. The scent of Viktor's royal perfume and the thick warmth of the fur cocooned her. Viktor held her so tightly that she could clearly hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her ear.
Leaning down until his breath brushed against her ear, Viktor whispered, "In this kingdom of ice, only I have the right to keep you warm. As long as I am here, Anastasia, no freezing wind shall ever touch you."
Alia surrendered herself to the sanctuary of Viktor's coat. Outside, the Siberian blizzard raged with violent intensity, but inside the specialized SUV, a dark and melancholic romance had taken hold. The bodyguards continued to drive impassively as the 'Moroznaya Krepost' the Frozen Fortress began to emerge from the heart of the darkness.Inside the SUV, a suffocating tension erupted. Suddenly, without a word, Viktor lifted Alia into his lap. His eyes were filled with a primal, uncontrollable possessiveness. In a frantic moment, he unzipped his pants and attempted to force an intimacy with Alia. Stunned and terrified, Alia tried to push against his chest and pull away, but Viktor's iron grip made escape impossible. Alia pleaded with him to stop, but Viktor was beyond reason, his hands pinning her down with crushing force. Amidst the Siberian blizzard outside, a violent and dark power struggle unfolded in the back seat, as Viktor sought to claim Alia entirely as his own.As a terrifying tension and primal struggle erupted in the backseat, Viktor fixed his cold, stony gaze on the driver for a split second. The driver was Borik, known for years as Viktor's most trusted and blindly loyal bodyguard.
Without uttering a single word, Viktor gave a sharp flicker of his eyes. The meaning of that gesture was crystal clear to Borik. Viktor wanted to ensure that these private, frantic moments in the back remained unheard by anyone in the front cabin.
Without glancing back at the mirror even once, Borik quickly pressed a switch on the dashboard. Instantly, with a silent mechanical hum, the bulletproof and soundproof black partition glass rose from the floor.
Clack!
With the glass fully sealed, the rear section became completely isolated from the front. Now, Alia's fearful cries, the faint rattling of chains, and Viktor's heavy breathing—everything was trapped within those four walls. To Alia, this sudden internal silence felt more terrifying than the roaring blizzard outside.
Alia realized that there was now no one to save her or even hear her. Under his massive fur coat, Viktor pulled her even tighter, as if he intended to crush her into his very soul within this darkness and isolation. Behind the roar of the blizzard, a terrifying and primal frenzy reached its peak inside the soundproof SUV. The monstrous strength of Viktor's body and Alia's helpless surrender merged into a dark, intoxicating obsession.
As Viktor claimed Alia completely in his state of ultimate intoxication, her entire body trembled with a mixture of pain and a strange, jolting shiver. Despite the bone-chilling Siberian cold outside, the interior of the vehicle became as scorching as a volcano. Though Alia initially tried to resist, she was eventually forced to yield to Viktor's irresistible dominance.
Alia wrapped her arms tightly around Viktor's neck, her nails digging into the skin of his nape as if she were trying to stitch Viktor to herself even amidst this agony. Viktor's heavy, ragged breaths crashed against her ear like waves of hot air.
Viktor whispered into Alia's ear, "Now you are mine and mine alone, Anastasia. After this moment, no one else has the right to touch your body."
Alia closed her eyes in pain and hid her face against Viktor's shoulder, her flushed pink face now damp with sweat. In the front, Borik continued to drive indifferently, while in this dark rear chamber, Viktor had fully possessed his 'Godmother.' This was not merely a physical union; it was a brutal celebration of Viktor establishing his ultimate ownership over Alia.In that dark and suffocating rear compartment of the vehicle, Alia's endurance finally shattered. Under the pressure of Viktor's cruel and primal frenzy, Alia broke into loud, agonizing sobs. The sound of her weeping made the heavy air inside the car feel even more melancholic. Tears streamed down her flushed, rosy-pink cheeks, carrying a sense of profound helplessness.
However, seeing Alia's tears stirred no mercy in Viktor's heart. Instead, a terrifying and demonic smile spread across his lips. He crushed her even tighter against his chest. It was a smile of pure victory—the way a predator smiles after completely overpowering its prey.
Leaning close to Alia's ear, Viktor said while still laughing, "Cry, Anastasia! Your tears are the ultimate proof that you are now entirely within my grasp. In this frozen kingdom, there isn't a soul to hear your cries."
The most horrifying realization was that Alia's heart-wrenching screams and sobs could not be heard by the driver, Borik, or anyone outside the vehicle. The soundproof and bulletproof glass was so powerful that this hellish turmoil remained completely silent to the outside world.
Borik continued to drive, as steady as a stone. On that desolate Siberian road, nothing could be heard except the whistling roar of the blizzard. Alia realized that in this moving cage, she now existed solely at the mercy of Viktor's whims. Amidst the suffocating tension in the backseat, a sudden, almost supernatural silence descended. Alia's heart-wrenching sobs gradually subsided, leaving her body trembling with rhythmic hiccups. Viktor's demonic laughter vanished instantly, replaced by a look of deep and complex tenderness in his eyes.
Lifting Alia's tear-stained face with his powerful yet now softened hands, Viktor leaned in and placed a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. He wrapped her within his massive fur coat with profound affection. His voice was no longer terrifying; instead, it sounded like a soothing balm.
Viktor: (In a very low, enchanting voice) "Calm down, Anastasia... be still. I am here. I am right here."
Alia went still, resting her head against Viktor's chest. He held her as if he were protecting the most precious jewel in the world. In that moment, Viktor reached for his luxury spray—an exquisite, high-end perfume kept by the seat.
He lightly misted the fragrance around Alia and himself. The royal scent immediately masked the heavy, stifling air of the cabin, creating a celestial atmosphere. Under the influence of that aroma, Alia's nerves slowly relaxed, and she drifted into a trance-like state.
Outside, the Siberian blizzard continued to rage, but inside the SUV, a strange peace had settled. While Borik drove on as steady as a rock, Viktor held his 'Godmother' with one arm, using his other hand to tenderly brush the stray hairs from her face.Finally, the specialized SUV came to a halt in a vast, snow-white courtyard. As the car door opened, the bone-chilling Siberian air lashed against Alia's face once more, but the sight before her made her heart skip a beat.
Stepping out of the vehicle, Alia stood frozen in utter bewilderment. Before her stood a colossal palace—though known as 'Moroznaya Krepost' or the Frozen Fortress, it looked like something out of an ethereal fairy tale. Alia's own life was draped in billionaire luxury, yet the grandeur of this palace surpassed everything she had ever known. With its massive stone pillars, intricate glasswork, and a shroud of crystalline ice, the fortress shimmered like a diamond under the moonlight.
Alia thought to herself, "I am a billionaire too, and my world is filled with opulence—but Viktor's world is entirely different! We are truly two sides of the same coin."
The most striking sight, however, was two pure white horses standing at the palace entrance. They were so beautiful they seemed to have emerged from the pages of a legend. Their coats were whiter than the snow itself, and their tails were exceptionally long and silky, sweeping across the frozen ground. A strange, noble fire burned in the eyes of those two steeds.
Viktor came to stand beside Alia. With his black fur coat and Alia's flushed, rosy-pink face, they looked like a true royal couple. Placing a hand firmly on her waist, Viktor whispered:
"Welcome, Anastasia. This empire is mine, and from this moment, it is yours as well. These horses were waiting only for your arrival."Standing before the snow-shrouded palace, Alia's dormant nobility seemed to awaken in an instant. Entranced by the surroundings, she instinctively began to speak in fluent Russian:
Alia: "Это чудо... Настоящее чудо!" (It is a miracle... a true miracle!)
Hearing her perfect Russian accent, Viktor's gaze intensified. As Alia continued to describe the palace's beauty in effortless Russian, several tall young Russian guards emerged from the fortress. Though they were fiercely loyal to Viktor, they were visibly captivated by Alia's beauty and the fact that she spoke their mother tongue so naturally.
The guards approached her with profound respect, addressing her in Russian. Alia, maintaining her poise as a billionaire Godmother, conversed with them effortlessly, matching their tone and grace. Watching this seamless interaction, Viktor realized that Alia was not merely his captive—she was a woman capable of ruling this empire as its Queen.
At that exact moment, the two magnificent white horses seemed to recognize her voice. They stepped forward across the snow, their long, silken tails trailing behind them. The steeds stopped right beside Alia and bowed their heads low.
Entranced by a strange, magical connection, Alia reached out and tenderly stroked the horses. The animals made soft, contented sounds at her touch. Viktor watched from a distance—a stunning woman petting two snow-white horses under the moonlight, surrounded by Russian guards standing with their heads bowed in reverence.Seeing Alia converse so fluently with his men in Russian caused the look in Viktor's eyes to shift. A surge of pride and intense possessiveness swelled within him. He stepped forward slowly, stopping right beside her, and spoke in his deep, resonant voice in Russian:
Viktor: (In a deep, calm tone) "Ты выглядишь так, будто всегда принадлежала этому месту, Анастасия. Мои люди и даже мои звери склоняются перед тобой."
(Anastasia, you look as though you have always belonged to this place. My men, and even my beasts, bow before you.)
As Alia looked at him, he added in an even lower Russian whisper:
Viktor: "Но помни... ты здесь не гость. Ты сердце этой крепости. И я никогда не позволю тебе уйти."
(But remember... you are no guest here. You are the heart of this fortress. And I will never let you leave.)
Hearing their mother tongue from Viktor's lips, the young Russian guards bowed their heads even lower in reverence. Viktor placed his massive hand on Alia's shoulder. His touch offered a sense of profound security, yet it felt like the tug of an invisible chain. Alia's ability to respond in Russian solidified Viktor's belief that the same nobility flowed through both their veins.
The blizzard had subsided slightly, and standing before the grand doors of the palace, Viktor seemed to declare to the world that while he was the lord of this Russian empire, its only Queen was Anastasia Alia.