His Innocent Ana

Author's Pov

Love, what was that? She never knew, she never experienced it in her whole life except for the love her family showered on her, but the one which she craved to experience by her partner never was granted to her, she had only one boyfriend her whole life, in her high school when she was pursuing her degree. He was a weird guy who seemed to be in love with her only until he proposed her, afterwards he started showing less and less interest.

Liliana never tried to get into another relationship, she badly wished to be recognized as just Liliana and not some conquest or a daughter and sister of Xander and Alexander Storm. That was the main reason why she started as an artist with her only first name Liliana. No one knew about her real identity except for her friends.

But today while fidgeting her fingers she felt a wave of worry and nervousness engulfing her as she stared at her face in the mirror. She never realised she could fall in love until he came in her life, she always thought it was just an attraction but after knowing him, spending time with him and getting so close to him she finally realised what she felt for him. She was badly in love with him.

Brushing her dark green dress, she smiled before getting out of the room, it was his favourite color, she was a bit nervous and sad that it wasn't him who initiated the confession but no worries, that ice cold proud man would find it hard to confess yet she wanted to try it. These feelings she had grown were too much, they had became too close and the last few days with him she was sure he shared the same feelings as her.

She walked towards his room, gulping down she raised her hand to knock but paused when it slightly went forward revealing a familiar back to her. Her body froze, her eyes widened steadily when the two familiar and most precious people to her were standing there glued to each other like they were waiting for this moment. The man she was in love with and the woman she considered her sister.

He was hugging her waist and pressing her hips against the table behind her as he played with her loose curl, "I told you I never lose a challenge," His familiar deep voice echoed in her ears like a sharp burning rod being shoved in them, for a second she wished for the man to be someone else but no it was him. She could never go wrong when it came to his voice.

The woman chuckled, before palming his shoulders, "Right, you won, I am jealous, extremely jealous and mad at you being with someone else," He smirked leaning his face closer to hers.

"Even if it cost you, your years long friendship?" Liliana felt several sharp knives being struck at her throat when her ten years long friend simply waved her hand rolling her eyes.

"She's just someone I prefer keeping beside me, ordinary face, body and no name of her own except for her father's, she is no match to me that's why I never minded her being my friend, but I do mind you going after her just to win the stupid challenge I offered." Liliana felt like a tub of cold water was shoved over her head, she felt a chill down her spine at her friend's cruel words.

She suddenly leaned closer to the man Liliana thought was her destiny before mumbling softly, "Tell me, you haven't fallen in love with her? You stayed with her longer than all the previous girls." This made the man laugh out loud as he shook his head like she had cracked a terrible joke.

"Love? And her? I only used her to get you back and see it worked!" And the strength in Lily's knees weakened, she closed her eyes feeling tears rapidly flowing on her cheeks.

All his affectionate words, those beautiful moments they spend together, the trust and love she had build thinking that she had finally found her charming Prince was actually the result of his lies. Their whole nameless relationship was build on his lies, her stupid assumptions and her naivety. For the first time in her life she actually accepted that her brother, mother and father were always right, she was naive, too easy to fool.

She learned the lesson the hard way.

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This wasn't the beginning of the story, it was just the glimpse of the story you will be reading further.

This is the spin off of two books, Billionaire's Infatuation and Intoxicated Vengeance, containing Cyril Sokolov and Liliana Storm's story.

I won't be setting any schedule for now, after the end of Intoxicated Vengeance, I will make this book's updates occasionally.

Till the next adios

Author's Pov

"Lily here!" The young nervous girl instantly turned around letting her lips curled up into a wide smile, she met her friend's bright gaze making her instantly run towards her.

"Char!" She threw herself in Charlotte's arms as both the women laughed gleefully hugging tightly.

"I missed you so much Char, it's been so long!" Charlotte chuckled at her excitement before gently pulling her away from her.

"Yeah 3 months ago the infamous Paris trip," This froze Liliana as she instantly remembered that unfortunate incident on the last day of their trip to the Paris. That trip was supposed to be the most memorable one and indeed it was but not for good reasons.

"Hey, don't think too much, you must be tired, let's go I already cleaned up the guest room for you." Lily forced a smile and nodded at her before they both left the airport.

Charlotte used to live in Lily's homeland but after she turned 15, she moved to Russia, and they kept their friendship through video calls. They both were poles apart, Liliana was a chatterbox, while Charlotte liked her personal space keeping her words as less as she could. Their friendship took a hit when one day Liliana shared her hours story with her and Charlotte with patience listened to her and even gave her a suggestion.

They were like not so blood related sisters, and Liliana could do anything for Charlotte. 3 months back, Liliana had to do tour of Paris for both her friends and also work, and it was supposed to be a fun experience until on the last night, one of the male friend in their group proposed to Liliana right in front of her whole circle. This not only ruined her friendship with her male friend, Wren but also her other friend who liked him, Lizzy.

Everyone in the circle knew about her crush on Wren and they all were expecting him to go after her especially at how touchy and friendly he was with her all these years until he knelt before Liliana shocking everyone. After her straight forward rejection, Wren rudely cut off their 4 years old friendship and Lizzy also made some snarky remarks about Liliana betraying her and blocked her from everywhere.

There was one thing about Liliana, she never cuts someone off but if they did, she would never let them in her life not even if she would be on her dead bed. Earning her forgiveness was like destroying a mountain with a spoon, it was almost impossible. Only selective people were ever able to win her back and they had always been her family.

After that eventful night in the Paris, she made the arrangements earlier than expected and left the country. Their friend circle had five people and now only Charlotte and Ross, with Ross, Lily was never much friendly, she was comfortable with him but he was more closer to Wren and Lizzy so after their cut off, Lily's connection with him reduced too, but she was still grateful that he didn't blame her.

He simply said "Wren was wrong but he's my childhood buddy, I can't leave him Liliana." And she didn't mind so mindfully she reduced their connection to the point of having no contact at all. They last talked like a week after everything only because he wanted to apologize on behalf of Wren's stupidity and after that none of them shared any word.

Charlotte was the only one who kept the friendship with everyone but she still told Wren and Lizzy what their mistakes were, so eventually Liliana was only left with one close friend of hers, Charlotte.

Liliana three weeks ago was offered a really good opportunity to held her own exhibition which would be sponsored by one the greatest art gallery in the world, Russia had three art galleries but this one was among every other ones. Liliana had to beg her brother and father to let her go to the Russia and pursue her dreams and with different people's help she finally was able to gain their permission and timely landed on Russia to start her work.

She was given a target of 8 art postures and she could take whatever the inspiration would be but it should be from Russia, she 8 months to complete her target and on tenth month her art will be displayed. It was the most crucial opportunity for her, if her art gained the attention of the people she will be able to attain way more than she ever wished for.

Laying on the bed with her eyes stuck on the vast chandelier she instantly reminded herself to call her brother which she did, she knew Charlotte belonged to a rich family but never knew it much. This mansion slightly reminded of her own, but it was less lively and homely. In Storm's mansion she could hear her mother's charming voice, her fathers whining and servants rustling and chatting, her mother always got along with the servants and made them feel at home.

Liliana was a patient woman, she never liked getting into baseless arguments so she simply told Charlotte and she wasn't used to this and ended the discussion after all she knew her friend was used to these things and nothing could change her view. Lily after dinner went to her room, she called her family and finally assuring them she fell on the pillow and let the calm peaceful sleep engulf her senses.

Meanwhile

A loud crashing noise echoed in the dark room turning the atmosphere completely silent, everyone stared at the raging beast with fear in their eyes, his hand was furiously bleeding, he had broken the glass right in his palm and the next second they didn't even have a time to comprehend as he grabbed the half filled wine bottle and smashed it on the man's head who was spouting nonsense just a while ago.

One of his business partner with whom he came to this bar cursed under his breath shouting for everyone to get out before he instructed his men to take the bleeding man out before the untamed vulture lost his mind and might end another life and he knew the monster wouldn't have any regret for sure.

"You need to calm the fuck down!" His light Hazel eyes snapped up to glare at the nonchalant man who had no affect at his tasteless glares.

"Don't give me that look, Cyril!" The man roared placing the glass on the table and standing up to match the height of the raging bastard.

"Didn't you fucking hear that bitch!" Cyril mumbled still squeezing his clutching fist pulling more blood out which made the man rub his forehead in resignation.

"This isn't the first time, and " His words were cut short when Cyril kicked the vast glass table turning it around in one swift kick destroying the beautiful pyramid shaped table in one go.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Cyril shouted at the top of his lungs making the man in front of grabbed his gun from the couch and tugged it behind his pants before looking straight at the burning lad.

"This, this is the exact reason why you're still not married, this anger of yours one day will cost you a lot my pal, learn to control it." Cyril narrowed his two spikey eyes at his sarcastic comment before he threw the last words and left the uncontrolled beast behind.

"Also fuck you for fucking this meeting up by opening our client's head open!" With that he left the private room leaving the scoffing man who gave no shits about that client giving the project or not. It wasn't like they were any short of the projects, that little bitch just didn't know how to shut up.

Suddenly a wave of resentment spread through his veins as he took a seat on the couch not caring about the broken glasses laid on the floor, he made a second call and soon enough three girls were sent in to keep him accompany. Cyril looked all of them closely and then stopped his gaze at the one who was looking down, a small cruel smile appeared over his lips.

He motioned the other two to leave while one who was the most nervous ones stayed there standing, she fidget with her fingers carefully stepping near him, Cyril didn't waste a second and pulled her on the couch beside him before raising her chin up. The girl looked lost right after she met his gaze, he had the most beautiful shade of Hazel, and he knew the charm of getting the woman worship him.

"You're really pretty," He complimented her making her gulp down as she tried to look down but his gaze was just something else. It held seduction yet the darkness in them pulled her like a magnet.

"If you don't want to, you can take the cheque and leave, I am a nice I wouldn't snitch on you." He said with a playful tone making her smile a bit, she was completely relaxed now and the previous nervousness changed into some weird confidence as she held his hand and nodded at him.

"I can do anything you want sir." He smiled evily before pulling his hand away from her touch and motioned her to his crotch.

"If you're not sure then after a few minutes get out, but if you do want it then kneel. I am really stressed right now, I need a good fuck." He was bluntly honest and without any further sugar coating he pulled his cigarette pack and shoved one in his mouth without keeping an eye on the woman seated beside him, he already knew what she will decide.

And as expected after a minute she was seated between his legs on her knees working on his belt, Cyril carefreely smoked the cigarette watching her grasping his crotch which hadn't gotten hard for a long time. The little girl which he thought would be thrilling to fuck tonight felt really bland just like it had been from the last 3 months.

She bobbed her head and after extinguishing his cigarette he grabbed her hair and the gentleman from a few minutes ago got replaced with a hungry beast. He harshly moved her head making it hard for her to breathe, she gagged many times and tears spilled from her eyes with her nose almost clogging as well. He was harsh, too much.

And it wasn't the end, after the unsatisfactory blow job he threw her on the disheveled couch before ripping her lingerie and filling his hunger not hearing her screams, not caring about her body trembling and the new experience he had just given her. He was incredible for her but he didnt find his own release, it just felt too bland for him.

Cyril needed something new, this wasn't the man he was before, he left the panting and drained woman behind before leaving a hefty amount for her more than she asked for. And after reaching his mansion he took a fresh shower. His deep frown didn't wipe off even when he came out in a bathrobe and glared at the running road through his vast window.

Cyril Sokolov wasn't satisfied, but what will even satisfy him now? What he even was missing?

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Author's Pov

Lily looked around the beautiful garden fixing her large canvas there, her eyes moved around the place trying to find the best picture for her art but nothing got her attention. She bit the edge of the paint brush until her bright blue eyes paused at the particular couple, her eyes glimmered with an idea that could sprung up a story in her mind.

The art exhibition she had taken part in actually had some rules and the biggest requirement was to build a story, each picture should signify the lineage of the story she wanted to convey and the more deeper it would be, the bigger chances she would have in winning the competition. She blinked for a few seconds and watched the beautiful scene before letting her fingers do the magic.

Liliana was extremely a clean artist, she was great at mixing colors and bringing life to her art almost making them realistic. The picture captured all the important details like the few small butterflies swirling around the flowers looking like bugs from a far, her smile widened when she watched the seated old couple leaning into each other's arms, she placed her head on his shoulder while he held her body near his chest watching the silent row of colorful flowers.

It was near the evening when the old couple finally moved and stood up, instead of coming to the city's road, they walked deeper in the garden, maybe there was a small village where they lived. She noticed her painting missing some details and colors so she decided to complete it after reaching the home.

After coming here, there was one thing Liliana missed the most, her house. The peace and the joy she felt in the four walls of her house wasn't present here. Charlotte provided her with everything she needed but the behaviour of the servants and the rude attitude of the people here left her slightly uncomfortable, she had never treated someone this badly.

She had a little expectation from Charlotte's parents but she was utterly disappointed when she saw how cruelly Charlotte's father scolded the maid for adding a little more sugar than usual in his coffee, she was more stunned when she saw Charlotte's mother firing the servant on the spot for not greeting her within a second she arrived at home. She always thought Charlotte was always little different and rude with people having lower status but now she understood she got it from her parents.

She showed them as much as respect she could but after seeing their awful behaviour with servants she distant herself from them and hardly found time to converse with Charlotte, and surprisingly her friend didn't even try visiting her. So eventually Liliana decided to change her accommodation, she was grateful of Charlotte letting her live there but Lily knew she couldn't change their rules but at least she could leave that place for her own mental peace.

She talked with Charlotte and her parents making an excuse that she had found a few inspirations for her art and those are closer to the accommodation she had rented for herself. With Alexander's help she was able to rent an apartment after all she wouldn't be living in that apartment for long. In the last month of the exhibition the agency will provide the participants with hotel rooms.

Finally after a long time she found a mental peace, she smiled laid on the small bed but the silent surroundings and no one to serve her like a slave saved so much time for her to not feel bad for hours. After having lunch she settled the canvas and started refining the art she painted yesterday in the garden. She added a few things by herself to make it even more meaningful and mesmerising.

Finally after she was done, her eyes widened slightly finding the clock hitting 10 at night, she didn't even noticed she worked on the painting for straight 8 hours. Her stomach grumbled loudly making her feel the need to eat something. She pouted in sadness, she didn't even made anything for herself, so nodding she decided to grab something outside.

Using the searching tab, she found a few restaurants near her apartment and she was so hungry that she decided to run inside the the very first one and grab something for herself. But the moment she entered she regretted, it wasn't a small restaurant, everyone present there were cladded in high branded clothes, seemed like it wasn't the best option to have a simple dinner.

She looked down herself and blushed furiously, she was wearing a baggy sweatpants and a heavy oversized hoodie covering her head, her hair was tied in a messy bun and there was no jewelry or makeup on her face like all the presentable folks present there. She awkwardly smiled at the young man who neared her, he seemed like a front desk worker and thankfully he didn't judge her but simply questioned.

"Are you alone ma'am?" She hesitantly nodded and he simply motioned her to follow him and he escorted her to the only seat which had one chair in the corner. She sighed in relief and grabbed the menu.

The meal as expected was expensive but she was too hungry to leave this place and find another, so she decided to order one serving which ended up a little manageable for her, fortunately she didn't need to use her brother's card and even if she did she knew he would be beyond gleeful but she wanted to keep his money for emergencies.

After placing her order she looked around with bored face, she had nothing interesting in her phone as well, so she decided to observe the place maybe she would find soem inspiration here as well. But instead of finding an inspiration she found a view she never expected, her gaze froze for a second but soon her pupils expanded in alert.

Meanwhile

Cyril placed the last card and again he won, but there was no joy or satisfaction on his stern face, the men surrounding him raised his eyebrows, "Sir, are you alright?" Cyril raised his sharp gaze giving a curt nod.

"Yeah, I am not in the mood today, you guys continue." He left the money he bet on and won on the table making the worker smile in happiness but their joy was nowhere near the restless man.

His narrowed eyes snapped up to the intruder and he froze, he stared speechlessly at those light blue eyes, they stared so innocently, worriedly and panicked at him leaving him absent minded. But his attention on her eyes was short lived when she suddenly removed her gaze from him and looked at the side he was standing earlier making him follow her gaze.

There was a crystal glass chandelier right above his head, if she hadn't pushed him, he would have cracked open his head for sure. And God knows what dirt and evil would have spread on the floor after he would have gotten the hit. His dark gaze steadily went back to the woman cradles against his chest above him with weird emotions.

Her those bright shimmery eyes went back to his giving him the privilege to observe those sinless sky colored eyes which left him speechless for the first time in his whole life. He didn't even care to hold his reputation intact at that time when the several people surrounded them and everyone saw how, the woman tried to pull her body away from him but he held her waist tightly making her stare in his eyes with nervousness. She obviously didn't like the unwanted attention on them.

"MMister, please let me go," This burned something in him, something that wasn't there for months.

Those nervous, awkward eyes, the way she kept on looking everywhere but no his eyes made something tingle in his chest. This wasn't good, the monster wasn't supposed to be tempted by someone as innocent as her, he was destined to someone like him, someone as merciless and cruel as him then,

Why was he so tempted by this unknown enchantress?

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