Chapter 42

Elena POV

I frowned when I saw Batrov in the garden, walking aimlessly as if he had nothing to do.

The man had lost more than he would want to, and I knew that deep down, despite him not saying anything about it, that he might be blaming me for it.

“Batrov.” I said, calling the man who had hurt me the other day. I could still remember how he held me the other day. The man who I trusted with something in this house was another to have hurt me. It was a shame. I had to admit, I didn’t like where things went, but I knew not to be foolish to trust him again.

“You called for me, Elena.” He stated, looking down at his feet, avoiding my eyes. I could still remember when he would watch as his boss took me mercilessly. The man never bothered to stop him, but I knew that he had no other option. He wasn’t Vladimir, and he was