Lucien's POV
Ronan was able to keep Natalia on the phone long enough for the police to arrive. No one expected her to jump off the bridge. She knew her fate was worse than death.
The weather was freezing cold, but it didn't stop the search. Deep into the night, I had mobilised every asset and connection I had to hunt down Natalia's body.
She wasn't going to die an easy death, not after everything she did. My fingers were already starting to turn numb from the cold, but it didn't bother me. I tucked my gloved hands into my pockets and stood by the riverbank, watching the search.
My mind was still processing everything I had found out. It felt like a joke. So Raphael was my half-brother. The more I thought about it, the more amusing it was.
We looked so much alike as children. Everyone assumed it was because the Volkov blood was strong. There was nothing strange about a half-uncle and half-nephew looking alike, but the truth was that we were simply copies of our father.
