Karla Kuznetsov's POV
I was parking my car into the familiar spot of the dance school that I went to when I was working as a ballerina. And I still was right now as my day time job. Escort was more like undercover but the one that paid my rent was this.
You probably don't know this but Katrina and I were the prodigies of the ballet dance. And we loved it as a kid up until now. I don't know about Katrina's progress nowadays but I think she was doing fine with her new husband.
Speaking of my brother in law.
I know that he was trying to track me down and have me back before the honor ball for my sister to be introduced into the High Society of London. I sighed before I was pushing the door of the dance room that was filled with other dancers as well.
"Hey, Karina," Bella said when I was hugging her before we were setting up for our morning routine and dance routine for the upcoming performance.
I knew Bella since I was entering this dance school and all I know about her was that she was a graduate from the academy that was in Finland. She did not get this job immediately before she caught the eye of her manager.
AKA her husband was royalty from Greece.
I did not know much about them but I think they got married as a part of the deal, the source said but I don't know.
It was not my story to tell.
I was smiling at her before we were going over our morning routine before we were in the positions of our performances. I was not playing the main lead right now as Bella was more fitting to be the main lead for this one. I was happy for her. But her husband? Not so much.
One time, I heard them talking and arguing about it in the locker room, which was kind of off-limits for the visitors but I think her husband was not an ordinary man. And I think I heard some arguments going on before low moans and pants were coming out of the room.
I know what was going on before I was running out of the building with my face flustered.
God, I never knew that they would do it outside of the bedroom but right now, I kind of wished that I was not a virgin. Then, an image of Scott was playing in my head and I was flushing with blood on my face again.
What is wrong with me?!
"Karina, are you okay?" Bella asked me before I turned to look at her. She was concerned about me when I was looking at her.
"What?"
"Your face, it is red. I thought you were down with a fever or something," she said as I was putting my hands on my cheeks. She was right. I was flustered but I don't think that I was thinking about him all of a sudden.
Maybe that was not a bad idea, giving my virtue to Scott when I know that he was interested in me. But how should I lead him on?
I was thinking about Scott before I was being snapped into reality as the instructor for our dance was giving instruction and orders so that our dancing will be perfect. I was listening to him when I was also thinking about Scott.
Maybe I will call him later.
After the dance routine, I was thinking of having my lunch back in my suite before Bella was talking with me. I was smiling as she approached me.
"Hey, Karina. Do you have a minute?" She asked me as I was nodding at her. She was smiling and she looked radiant.
I wondered if it was from the effect of having a man in your bed.
I was looking at her before she was talking and I was listening attentively to her. She was telling something before I realized that I did not hear a word that she said. I blinked before I smiled at her.
"Wait, what are we talking about?" I asked her before she was rolling her eyes at me.
"I was asking you if you would like to come to my house this weekend. It was a small gathering that we will be having for closer friends and family. My husband's family will be in town and I wanted to have some of my friends to come over. I hope you would come? And you can bring your plus one as well," Bella said as I was smiling at her. She was beaming with happiness and I hated to see it diminish.
"Okay, I let you know then after the show," I said as I know that our show will be on Friday and she might be doing the party on Saturday.
I hoped so.
"Okay, I see you tomorrow then and you can tell me then," she said as she was hugging me before I was waving at her retreating figure. Then, I saw a bright red Lamborghini was picking her up as she slid inside the car. And before they can even close the door, I saw that Bella was being ravished by her husband on the lips.
I was shocked to witness such intensity that I was turning away and I was walking down the road from the parking lot to my car. I was sighing before I saw the familiar car that was next to mine. And then, my nightmare was here.
Scott McBaran was here and he looked pissed. I wondered what happened to him today to make him be like that?
Scott McBaran's POV
After that call last night, I could not sleep a wink as I was trying to think over what Edmond said to me. He stated that Karla was hiding behind the fake identity that she might get from KGB if she was involved with them.
I don't think that an innocent woman was a spy in real life. I think I have been duped by her many times now.
But she did not know that I was not an ordinary man to trick with. I am Scott McBaran, the heir to the high tech company and a legendary hacker aside from my best friend, Conall. I sighed before I stood up from the bed and I went to open the laptop and I was searching for information as Edmond gave to me.
I was looking at the original file that Addington was giving to me before I was searching for little details that I might have missed. Then I took a photo of her that was in the file and then I noticed something unusual. Her hair was not entirely brown as I saw some red tinge in the root.
Was she a brunette or red-headed?
I was looking again at the information before I was searching for more clues. Then I saw that her eyes were not entirely brown when I was noticing that she was wearing contacts. Was she trying to conceal her eyes so that we cannot find her?
Maybe she was having a different motive.
I was tapping my chin before I typed an email to her sister, Katrina Reid, Conall's wife. It was like 4 AM and I don't think that they would be awake right now. I wrote down the information that I needed to know before I was sending to her. The information that I needed was something trivial like hair color, eye color, hobbies, etc. I don't think that it was important but I needed to know the real her, the REAL Karla Kuznetsov.
Then, an email was being replied and it was from Katrina Reid. I don't think they were not sleeping since Conall was known for not keeping his hands to himself later when he got married.
Lucky bastard.
I was reading the information that I have gotten from Katrina Reid. I was happy to know that she did not hesitate to give the information that I needed for me to find her sister.
Maybe she was trusting me to bring her home before the ball in Katrina's honor. I just hoped I can make it in time.
Then, it struck me like the devil. I was blinking a few times before I was reading the trivial information.
Hair color: Sunset orange.
Eye color: Green.
Hobbies: swimming and chess.
Sports: Ballet and Archery.
Ballet.
"Damn it," I said as I was looking at the information. I think Edmond was right to say that Karla might be lurking under my nose all this time.
It's time for me to find out more about this person before I was crossed referencing all the information and the ballerina with the description like this woman. And only one name that came out.
Karina Kazakov.
Damn, damn, damn!