IVANA'S POV Gracious!I could barely remember what I looked like before this make-up was applied on my face.Lara was really into it. She wanted to make Jeremy's cock stir in his pants upon setting his eyes on me.I mean, who wouldn't?“Just wait and watch, the eyes of all the men in the party would be on you.” Lara said, coming to hold my shoulders in her hands, staring at me through the dressing table mirror, her lips curling up into a smile. A satisfied smile. She was happy with what she had done with my face.“Stop, Lara. It's not appropriate for mafia princess like us to say such. What if your fiancé heard you?” I hit her playful with my shoulder while she threw her head backwards, laughing.“Mafia princess? Yes. Reverend sisters? No. After all me and my fiancé, Richard have had sex, so there's nothing new.” She shrugged, letting go of my shoulders and I stood up.It seemed the dress which I fitted just yesterday became even more hot and shorter tonight.The slit was reaching m
IVANA'S POV With our fingers entwined, Lara led me to where the celebrant, Jeremy, was. He was busy talking with other important guests of his and not until we walked closer, only then did he paused to take a look at us. His eyes dragged from Lara, who flashed him a smile to me. He didn't look away instead, his eyes zeroed on me, and my stomach churned. The look he threw my way was unlike any look I've gotten from anyone before. Raw intentions sparked in his eyes. He wanted me, not as a wife, I could tell from the way his gaze darkened, but a bitch to warm his bed and pleasure him. Upon realising what he wanted from me, I was instantly turned off, and my zeal to please him just like Ruslan wanted, died at once. I doubt that zeal would ever wake up, not after the look he threw my way. “Hi, Jeremy.” Lara raised her hand, waving at him just so she could ease me of his intensive stare. I was grateful for her help. “Hello, Lara,” he drawled, as if pissed off that sh
RUSLAN'S POV A smile tainted with a bit of insanity dominated my lips as I watched the Irish mafia clan burn into ashes before my eyes. Unfortunately, the residents in the clan, including Lorenzo had vacated from the building before it went up in flames and came down in ashes. Satisfied with my art work, I turned around, heading back to the mountain where my motorbike was sitting prettily in the dark. Mounting on it, my phone rang and I almost rolled my eyes upon seeing who the caller's ID was. Igor was calling me for the tenth time tonight like I had absconded without his knowledge. Swiping the call red, I threw the phone in my pocket and drove off. I got to the clan in less than ten minutes, took my bath and dressed up for the party at Devine Clan. With Nicko by my side, we reached the Clan in twenty more minutes. Upon getting into the hall where the party was taking place, my eyes searched frantically for a certain person. It was unusual and so not me, but my ey
IVANA'S POV Did Ruslan's command make me speechless? Check fucking yes.Was I surprised? Fuck, yes, I was.My jaw literally dropped to the ground and for seconds, hell! Minutes, I couldn't take my jaw from the ground.“Are you that surprised? Should I make you do it?” He narrowed his dark gaze on me and a long breath whooshed out of me.“No…no. I… will do it.” I shook my head and slowly turned around, my ass raised in the air.I didn't know why I couldn't bring myself to argue or act stubborn under his eagle gaze.Hell, Ruslan fucking Orlov made me weak in the knees and scared to my bones.Striding towards me, he stopped just few inches away from my behind, his eyes zeroing on my round soft ass.“Nice ass you've got there, step-sister,” he leaned forward, whispering into my ears, his hot breath fanning my face.His voice dropped to a dangerous rumble, making my stomach clamp.Ruslan Orlov, without a doubt, is the reason why my stomach clamps every now and then.Stilling myself for wh
IVANA'S POV Standing beside Jeremy for hours was hell, considering the fact that I was on heels. My toes and calves were hurting badly. I was sure it would have been bruised already. After Ruslan made it clear to Jeremy that I wasn't a bitch who could warm his bed as a birthday gift, he cut me some slack, which was much appreciated. Ruslan left with Lara, while I remained by Jeremy's side. With a wine glass in my hand, my eyes fell on my step-brother who was busy talking to important people from the mafia world at the other side of the hall. Occasionally, our eyes met and I made sure to send his way, hateful glares and burning lasers from my eyes. He wasn't fazed by my glares, instead, he found it amusing as a dark glint appeared in his eyes and his lips slowly curved into a smirk. ‘If glares could kill, step-sister, I would have been dead already due to your deadly glares.’ A message popped on my screen and upon reading it, a scowl mapped my forehead and my face tur
IVANA'S POV As the night drew closer, my excitement grew. Excitement to return home. To the house of the Orlovs, which now happens to be a home for me too. After the call with Aria, I returned to the party in time and fortunately, Ruslan was already preparing to leave. Mom and Igor also stopped drinking and left in their car with Lara while I was told to come back home with Ruslan. The intolerable devil. I was puzzled. Didn't I come to the party with Lara, so why do I have to leave with Ruslan? It doesn't make any sense to me. While I was trying to make sense of the situation still rooted to the ground without moving, Ruslan who was ahead stopped walking, looking at me over his shoulder. “I don't mind leaving without you. You can as well stay back and warm Jeremy's bed like he wanted. Maybe, like you wanted.” He gave me a withering look causing a lick of fire to brighten the darkness in my eyes as rage slowly slipped in. “And what makes you think I will stay back to warm
IVANA'S POV I was done dressing up in less than five minutes and without wasting much time, I rushed downstairs and only slowed down when I got to the sitting room.No one must suspect me, if I had to leave the clan.Luckily, Mom was in the sitting room, watching her favourite telenovela.With a smile on my face, I joined her and started. “Mom, I'm craving some bobba tea. Can I go get one in the cafe downtown?” Her gaze drawled from the telenovela series she was watching to me. “You can't, Ivana. Have you forgotten what happened when you left the mall for the same bobba tea, last time?”I exhaled. It wasn't going to be easy.“I know, but Felix and Mark can come with me for protection. Can't I just get what I'm craving for?” I frowned, my patience already running low. “I can't go to college. Yes, I accepted that. I can't go for my therapy sessions, also, I accepted that. But now that I'm craving for bobba tea, still, I can't get it?”Mom sighed and brought her hands closer to mine, h
IVANA'S POV As the train drew closer to the address Aria had given me, my heart slammed in my ribcage.What if she was in danger?Would I be able to save her?My heart raced with different thoughts as the grip on my phone tightened.If I was able to save Aria, Ruslan's punishment would mean nothing.Even if he confines me to my room, I wouldn't mind, after all, I was able to save my best friend.Moments later, the train pulled to a stop at another subway and I alighted, scrolling through my contact for Aria’s number.I put a call across her and after the third ring, she picked up.“Aria, where are you? I can't seem to find the place.” After I left the subway, I stopped at the junction leading to three silent alleyways.Chills coursed through my body and my legs wobbled in fear under me.“I'm in the first alleyway,” she paused and continued. “Ivana, go back, don't come.” Her voice was resolute, but I could make out the fear in them.She was scared to the bones, so how then would I le
Ruslan’s POVJust when I wanted to disappear into the hallway, the sound of hurried footsteps made me turn around only to see Ivory running down the stairs with Igor and Lara. Raising my brow, I demanded an explanation without having to use my words.“What did I just hear?" Ivory asked, hurrying to my side, her face drained of all its colors and had been replaced with fright. Pressing my lips to a thin line, I facepalmed myself in anger. This was supposed to be a secret. They must have overhead me when I was speaking to Nicko.“Ivana had been kidnapped.” I forced the words through my teeth, my hands balled into my fist in anger. “What did you just say?” She gasped, her chest rising and falling in rhythm. Pushing my hand forward, I wanted to confront her but I had no idea how to go about that so I withdrew my hands.“Ivana has been kidnapped.” I repeated my earlier words. This time slower as I rubbed my temples.My head had begun to ache seeing Ivory all flustered. “How the fuck
Ruslan’s POVThe silence in my office was suffocating.Since last night, I haven't stepped out and no one has come in since Ivana left. At the moment, I was sitting behind my desk, pen in hand and papers in front of me but I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to Ivana.My guts keep telling me something doesn’t sit right. It wasn't about the fallout we had yesterday, this was different. Last night, I didn't intend to react that way but she was refusing to get the message I desperately wanted to pass on. A lot of things were going through my mind; the Irish clan silence and then Lorenzo’s chilling words. All I wanted was a little time for myself to wrap my head about what was bothering me but she wasn't having it. Falling back on my seat, I shut my eyes tightly as I began to swirl my chair around, trying to forget about her but it was to know avail. Leaning forward with my hands clasped in front of me, I shifted my gaze to my laptop. I had been watching the footage for a w
Ivana’s POVAfter leaving Ruslan's office, I made my way to my room, slamming the door shut and falling on my bed face first.Recalling the way Ruslan had spoken to me made tears roll down my cheeks in torrents and soon I was sobbing but the sound was muffled by the pillow I had buried my head in. “Honey, it's time for dinner." Mother said softly from the hallway. “I had a late lunch, I'm full.” I managed to say without giving out my real emotion. "Alright dear, have a good night's rest.” She replied cheerfully and this was followed by the sound of her departing footsteps.The moment I couldn't hear the sound again, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.I didn’t go down for dinner not because I wasn’t hungry. The truth was, I was starving—but because the lump in my throat was bigger than my appetite. The moment Ruslan shouted at me and slammed his hand on the desk, something inside of me shattered. He had never been that furious with me to the best of my knowledge. This was t
IVANA’S POVI owe mom for bringing the idea of a picnic and Lara for pushing forward with it. All the while I thought the picnic was going to be boring but it turned out to be so much fun. My sexcapades with Ruslan were wild, intense and unforgettable. The memory was going to live with me for the rest of my life. Each time I thought of it, I found myself smiling but I was quick to wipe the smile off so I wouldn't be asked why.Instead of joining the rest for hiking, I stayed back at the tent claiming to be in pains so I was left alone with Ruslan who declared his disinterest even before he was asked That cool evening, Ruslan did not only make love to me. He claimed me over and over again and I let him. That night even when they returned, he took me like he owned me, pressing me against the tent wall, with one hand covering my mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to give us away.It was brutal but passionate, a punishment I welcomed wholeheartedly. Each of his thrust hit
RUSLAN'S POVThe Irish clan was still quiet despite the fact that words had gone round that I had tightened the security of my perimeter. In our world, silence wasn’t peace, it was a prelude to war. And when men like the Irish clan stopped barking, it meant they were getting ready for war. The thought of it made my skin crawl. They might have gone to re-enforce their attacks which were going to be fatal.Still, I kept my composure. To others, nothing was wrong since I went about my duties, my dealings, my responsibilities like I always did without a hitch but underneath, I was on edge. I was watching, listening and waiting for the Irish clan to attack. I wasn't going to relax and watch them swoon in on me when I least expect it.Swirling around in the swivel chair in my home office, my eyes were shut as I hummed a familiar rhyme. I was doing this to pass time.There was a meeting at the Devil's Priesthood which was scheduled for noon. I had an hour left so I decided to spend it m
IVANA'S POVSaturday arrived faster than expected and since I had convinced Ruslan to join us for the picnic, he hadn't raised any objections.From the top of the staircase, I watched as mom and Lara went all over the place putting finishing touches to all we needed for the picnic since dawn.They packed and unpacked bags just to make sure everything was intact. They double checked the supplies they had ordered the previous day, tossing in more snacks than we would ever need. Mom and Lara were both excited like kids who were going on a field trip. If asked my opinion about all this fuss, I would have gladly traded the picnic for a quiet evening indoors but I couldn't.For the sake of mom and Lara, I had to act like I was interested but that was far from the truth. Ruslan felt the same way I did.He had only agreed to go on the picnic, not because of my promise but because I was going to keep bothering him until he gave in. On the other hand was poor Igor who looked like he had sig
IVANA'S POVFinally, it was breakfast time.Last night, I skipped dinner for reasons best known to me and this morning, I woke up feeling hollow.My stomach was empty and my worms which were restless were not helping matters. At the dining table, I was the first to arrive with Lara, followed by mother and Igor and then Ruslan who had his brows arched.Biting the side of my lips, I allowed my eyes to linger on him for a while before taking it off so no one would notice.But Lara did. Nudging my leg from under the table, she leaned in, “Why are you staring at Ruslan like you want to gobble him up?” She asked and immediately my heart stopped beating. Grabbing the edge of the table, I tried to keep still but Lara’s gaze on me was making me feel uncomfortable. It seems she already knew the illicit relationship between me and Ruslan. "Why bother yourself about someone who doesn't care even if the whole world is worried about him?” Lara said aloud, stabbing her pancake with her knife."
RUSLAN’S POVThe silence was strange and unsettling.The Irish mafia clan had gone completely quiet. Too quiet that it seems like they were non-existent. For a month now, there had been no threats, no ambushes, no anonymous calls or strange deliveries.Nothing made my blood boil with anger and I hated it.I wanted action. A war breakout that would send bullets flying between both parties was all I yearned for, rather than sitting around and doing nothing.Holding my glass of whiskey against my lips, my gaze was out of the window as I wondered what they were plotting. Their silence was so deafening and it could only mean one thing.“Something’s off.” I muttered, pacing the length and breadth of my office, occasionally taking a sip from my glass. “Their silence is…” The moment the thought clicked, I made my way towards the mahogany table in my office and then picked up my phone. A few seconds later, my phone was against my ear. “Hey," His voice crackled on the other end while I s
IVANA’S POVIgor’s close friend was celebrating his seventy birthday, so the entire family was invited.That morning, despite having a lot of unused clothes stacked up in her wardrobe, Lara insisted we go shopping for the party. Lara was obsessed with bold and daring dresses. She took down several lace, silk, open back and high slits and was beaming with excitement while I looked on.Shoving a red gown towards me, she said, “It's going to suit you perfectly." My chest tightened at her words. The gown was beautiful but I couldn't risk it.“Lara.” I called, running my fingers against the soft fabric of the dress, “I can’t wear this.”“Why?” She asked with a deep frown. "It will accentuate your curve, giving you the look of a goddess.”“Ruslan wouldn't like it.” I muttered. "He doesn’t like seeing me wearing stuff like this. If I do, he is not only going to yell at me but you too.” “Ugh! He is such a pain in the ass." She scoffed. “I really wanted you to have this dress." She mumbled