Ivan's POV

Eighteen hours.

That was all I had.

I knew Kirill wasn't joking his words were not a threat but a promise. To him, Betty wasn't an in-law but a liability and liabilities were removed before they became disasters.

I stood by the window of the private living room and watched the taillights of Kirill’s car disappear beyond the gates. Rain hammered against the glass hard enough to blur everything outside into streaks of grey and red.

A heaviness settled in my chest Betty ...