Chapter 173 Naomi

• Naomi
• I rubbed my temple with my fingers, feeling the pressure of a massive headache coming on. “The day of your wedding,” I started, attempting to remember what had happened. It felt like years since I had come back from the island on cloud nine not for only my best friend but for my impending future. “I came back to the city, and when I got to my apartment, there was someone waiting on me.”
• Roman kept quiet, and the memories started to pour in one right after another. “They took me to Gavril Kirilenko. He thought I was Sveta Orlov.” I looked up at Roman. “I guess our ruse was too good.”