IVANA'S POV I groaned as the sun slipped into my room through the curtains. Turning from one end of the bed to another, I wanted to sleep more, but my head was slammed with ache, causing me to shut my eyes tightly, trying to make the aching go away. Minutes later, the ache wasn't leaving, so I peeled my eyes open slowly, taking in my surrounding and once I confirmed that I was in my room back at the Orlovs’ mansion, I relaxed a bit. “Arg! My head hurt.” Groaning with my hands on my head, I sat upright, massaging my temple just to reduced the hangover aching in my head. The urge to yawn took over and I raised my right hand to my mouth, trying to cover it as I yawned, but immediately my hand came in contact with my lips, the memories from last night came flooding into my head like the waves of the sea. Pecking Ruslan…. Kissing him….. Giving him a blow job… My lips parted in shock and my pupils dilated. “What have you do, Ivana?” My hands went to my cheeks, touching
IVANA'S POV Clearing my throat, I rose to my feet, moving away from the dining table. “I would love to return to my room and take a rest.”Mom, Igor and Lara settled their gaze on me, making me uncomfortable.“Don't forget, Ivana, your first fitting is in two days. Just reminding you, so you won't forget.” Lara informed me and I nodded slowly.“Thank you for the reminder.” Forcing a smile on my face, I walked out of the room entirely, going upstairs to my room.Once I was in, I fell flat on the bed, with my boobs pressing against it and my phone in my hand, staring at Ruslan's sultry words.My fingers absentmindedly threaded through my skirt, making contact with my wet panties.My fingers massaged my throbbing pussy, while I stared at the message, thinking of him.I wanted him to touch me, fuck me, make me his personal slut, but I doubt any of it would be happening anytime soon.My wedding was in six days and I doubt we'd be able to see each other, now that he was busy dealing with t
IVANA'S POV After the fitting was over, Lara paid for the wedding dress and we returned back to the clan.She has been grinning from ear to ear and working on something on her tablet without my knowledge.Maybe… she really didn't hide it from me, I wasn't concentrating enough to know what she was doing.Once we arrived at the Clan, I alighted from the car and walked away, all eyes on me.Like I said earlier, I was a walking dead. Even when Mom called me back to ask how the fitting went, I ignored her totally, heading upstairs to my room.“What's wrong with her?” She asked Lara who walked in with two bodyguards behind here, obviously holding the wedding dress.“Why do you ask, Mrs Orlov?” Lara furrowed her brows, halting on her track.“I called her but she didn't respond. She's so lost in thought and also pale like a walking dead.” Mom narrated to Lara who smiled.“It's nothing serious, Mrs Orlov. You shouldn't worry.” She assured Mom.Arriving at my room, I fell on the bed with my ey
RUSLAN'S POV Avoiding Ivana Alex was the hardest of all. It was so hard that I could barely keep my head working perfectly.I couldn't stop thinking of her and the way she occupied my mind without a rent was illegal.When Lara called me to come see Ivana during her last fitting, I wanted to decline as it would ruin the perfect layers I placed around my heart, but instead, I found myself in the wedding shop, seated, while waiting for her to walk out of the dressing room.Jesus fucking Christ…. When she did, I couldn't take my eyes off her.I had to fight with my demons, just so I could look away, just this once.If I didn't, things might get more complicated than it already was and Ivana's wedding with Jeremy?It would be called off… by me.I was barely holding up. I just couldn't wait for the next day to arrive so I could get her married and out of my system, as it was the best decision, but it kept getting harder with each passing second.“How does the dress look on her?” Lara asked
IVANA'S POV Peeling my eyes open, a throbbing headache slammed my head and I groaned, sitting upright, my hands massaging my temples.I need to quit drinking. It only causes unnecessary headaches and hangovers.Just before I could get up from the bed, the door pushed open, revealing Aria, Lara and Mom.My brows furrowed, not knowing what was going on. “Why are you all here?”“Take this hangover drink. Your wedding would be starting by 10am.”My heart slammed against my ribcage at the mention of the word, ‘wedding.’So it was really happening after all.The happy-ending I've always dreamt about has been swept under the rug and my dream to become a world renowned artist, was also crushed and trampled on.“What happened? You look sad.” Mom stepped closer, squatting in front of me, holding my hands in hers. “Princess, today is your wedding. Even if you're not happy, at least pretend to be. You'd be just fine.”Will I be just fine?I doubt that would be the case once I become Jeremy’s wif
RUSLAN'S POV My heart was racing faster in my chest as Ivana hugged me, her make-up smeared due to the tears leaving her eyes.The hold on the gun in my hand tightened and it took sheer willpower not to hug her back. So fucking tight, like without her, I wouldn't be able to survive.But I couldn't. Not in front of the guests. It might draw unnecessary discussions and rumours. It was the last thing I wanted at that very moment.Slowly, she broke the hug, gazing into my eyes. The once light-devoid eyes sparkled and I felt a stir in my chest.It was as if the life which was dead inside of me suddenly arose because of the way her lips curled into a smile. A genuine smile.“Ruslan,” the voice of my father, snapped me out of my thoughts, so I pulled Ivana behind me, aiming my gun at Jeremy who was shooting lasers at me.If looks could kill, I would be dead in an heartbeat.“What is going on?” Igor stepped forward, his brows furrowed and his lips curled in displeasure.He hated the fact tha
IVANA’S POV PRESENT DAY Igor Orlov. Dare I say he is one of the reasons I came to Russia? A well-known country, filled with Mafia lords, cartels, clans of all sorts, that even the government doesn't have a say in their activities. He is the retired Bratva of Vipers Clan. My mother's new husband. It was funny how things happened so fast that I was barely able to wrap my head around it. Within a few months of meeting each other at business meetings, they began to date and then two months later, they were married. And now, I have to go to Russia with my mom, be a mafia princess which I never for once dreamt of becoming. I will have to leave my friends, college, hometown, boyfriend to a place I haven't been and a life which clearly doesn't fit someone like me. As a daughter who is very supportive of every of her mother's decision, I was happy that my mom finally found love after fifteen years of being alone, but the man she married, I wasn't in support of it. I can never
IVANA'S POV After plugging down everything in my stomach, I held the sink in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror.For the past fifteen years, the stench of my father's blood remained in my nostril, and at the sight of blood, the memories comes rushing like the wave of the sea, slamming into my head and making it hard to breathe.I thought I was getting better after seeing Dr. Neelam for at least, half of my life.She has always been my therapist and while I attend her therapy session and voice out everything I have held inside of me for fifteen years, I felt a little better, or moreso, I thought.During those time, I couldn't feel the stench in my nostril and I could tolerate the sight of blood, but my saving grace has expired, I guess.Now, that I was now a member of the supposed Bratva family, Mom would eventually hire a more professional therapist, after today's scene at the dining room.I turned on the tap, splashing water on my face, trying to blur the memory of my dea
RUSLAN'S POV My heart was racing faster in my chest as Ivana hugged me, her make-up smeared due to the tears leaving her eyes.The hold on the gun in my hand tightened and it took sheer willpower not to hug her back. So fucking tight, like without her, I wouldn't be able to survive.But I couldn't. Not in front of the guests. It might draw unnecessary discussions and rumours. It was the last thing I wanted at that very moment.Slowly, she broke the hug, gazing into my eyes. The once light-devoid eyes sparkled and I felt a stir in my chest.It was as if the life which was dead inside of me suddenly arose because of the way her lips curled into a smile. A genuine smile.“Ruslan,” the voice of my father, snapped me out of my thoughts, so I pulled Ivana behind me, aiming my gun at Jeremy who was shooting lasers at me.If looks could kill, I would be dead in an heartbeat.“What is going on?” Igor stepped forward, his brows furrowed and his lips curled in displeasure.He hated the fact tha
IVANA'S POV Peeling my eyes open, a throbbing headache slammed my head and I groaned, sitting upright, my hands massaging my temples.I need to quit drinking. It only causes unnecessary headaches and hangovers.Just before I could get up from the bed, the door pushed open, revealing Aria, Lara and Mom.My brows furrowed, not knowing what was going on. “Why are you all here?”“Take this hangover drink. Your wedding would be starting by 10am.”My heart slammed against my ribcage at the mention of the word, ‘wedding.’So it was really happening after all.The happy-ending I've always dreamt about has been swept under the rug and my dream to become a world renowned artist, was also crushed and trampled on.“What happened? You look sad.” Mom stepped closer, squatting in front of me, holding my hands in hers. “Princess, today is your wedding. Even if you're not happy, at least pretend to be. You'd be just fine.”Will I be just fine?I doubt that would be the case once I become Jeremy’s wif
RUSLAN'S POV Avoiding Ivana Alex was the hardest of all. It was so hard that I could barely keep my head working perfectly.I couldn't stop thinking of her and the way she occupied my mind without a rent was illegal.When Lara called me to come see Ivana during her last fitting, I wanted to decline as it would ruin the perfect layers I placed around my heart, but instead, I found myself in the wedding shop, seated, while waiting for her to walk out of the dressing room.Jesus fucking Christ…. When she did, I couldn't take my eyes off her.I had to fight with my demons, just so I could look away, just this once.If I didn't, things might get more complicated than it already was and Ivana's wedding with Jeremy?It would be called off… by me.I was barely holding up. I just couldn't wait for the next day to arrive so I could get her married and out of my system, as it was the best decision, but it kept getting harder with each passing second.“How does the dress look on her?” Lara asked
IVANA'S POV After the fitting was over, Lara paid for the wedding dress and we returned back to the clan.She has been grinning from ear to ear and working on something on her tablet without my knowledge.Maybe… she really didn't hide it from me, I wasn't concentrating enough to know what she was doing.Once we arrived at the Clan, I alighted from the car and walked away, all eyes on me.Like I said earlier, I was a walking dead. Even when Mom called me back to ask how the fitting went, I ignored her totally, heading upstairs to my room.“What's wrong with her?” She asked Lara who walked in with two bodyguards behind here, obviously holding the wedding dress.“Why do you ask, Mrs Orlov?” Lara furrowed her brows, halting on her track.“I called her but she didn't respond. She's so lost in thought and also pale like a walking dead.” Mom narrated to Lara who smiled.“It's nothing serious, Mrs Orlov. You shouldn't worry.” She assured Mom.Arriving at my room, I fell on the bed with my ey
IVANA'S POV Clearing my throat, I rose to my feet, moving away from the dining table. “I would love to return to my room and take a rest.”Mom, Igor and Lara settled their gaze on me, making me uncomfortable.“Don't forget, Ivana, your first fitting is in two days. Just reminding you, so you won't forget.” Lara informed me and I nodded slowly.“Thank you for the reminder.” Forcing a smile on my face, I walked out of the room entirely, going upstairs to my room.Once I was in, I fell flat on the bed, with my boobs pressing against it and my phone in my hand, staring at Ruslan's sultry words.My fingers absentmindedly threaded through my skirt, making contact with my wet panties.My fingers massaged my throbbing pussy, while I stared at the message, thinking of him.I wanted him to touch me, fuck me, make me his personal slut, but I doubt any of it would be happening anytime soon.My wedding was in six days and I doubt we'd be able to see each other, now that he was busy dealing with t
IVANA'S POV I groaned as the sun slipped into my room through the curtains. Turning from one end of the bed to another, I wanted to sleep more, but my head was slammed with ache, causing me to shut my eyes tightly, trying to make the aching go away. Minutes later, the ache wasn't leaving, so I peeled my eyes open slowly, taking in my surrounding and once I confirmed that I was in my room back at the Orlovs’ mansion, I relaxed a bit. “Arg! My head hurt.” Groaning with my hands on my head, I sat upright, massaging my temple just to reduced the hangover aching in my head. The urge to yawn took over and I raised my right hand to my mouth, trying to cover it as I yawned, but immediately my hand came in contact with my lips, the memories from last night came flooding into my head like the waves of the sea. Pecking Ruslan…. Kissing him….. Giving him a blow job… My lips parted in shock and my pupils dilated. “What have you do, Ivana?” My hands went to my cheeks, touching
RUSLAN’S POV Men feared my wrath, anger, ruthlessness. They fell on their knees, trembling at the mention of my name, but when it comes to my step-sister, Ivana Alex, I can't hold my anger for long.It was now the other way round.She always knows the perfect way to unlock and release every anger and grudge pent up in my chest.When she said she was sorry, I heard it clearly and it came as a shock to me, but I wanted to hear it once more, so I pretended like I never heard it.I leaned closer, my hands still on the steering wheel and my eyes focused on the road.I wouldn't love to get into an accident in the middle of the night. It was of no good to me or whatsoever.She was overly cute and innocent without any care in the world for me to handle.I was trying to remain cool and composed, but she unlocked the beast inside of me when she pecked my cheek.Ivana Alex was indirectly giving me a chance to fuck her, to brand her as mine and this time, I didn't hesitate.I was ready to fuck t
IVANA'S POV When Ruslan told me to remain where I was because he would be coming over, I thought of it as a mere threat, just so I wouldn't go with those boys, but turned out it was nothing close to a threat.He was so fucking serious about it. The second I set my eyes on him, he was striding towards me, his eyes blazing with fury and another kind of emotion. The kind of emotion I shouldn't call out without thinking about it twice.Ruslan is a psychopath who isn’t capable of emotions, but lately, he's been showing more emotions than I can handle and it keeps trying to tie me down.It made me crave him more. Want him more than I should. Think of forbidden things which shouldn't cross my mind at all….Before I could snap out of my reverie, he was already standing in front of me, his large hands locked against the shirt of the guy beside me.I was so dumfounded that I couldn't say a word other than watch him punch the guy, dislocating his jaw and sending his teeth flying out of his mo
RUSLAN'S POV I wasn't the overprotective kind of brother to Lara. I never was, not until Ivana Alex came into the picture. With her innocent looks, she has destroyed and disrupted so much in my life that can't seem to return back to normal anymore. I doubt my life could be as perfect as it once was. After they were gone, it took sheer willpower not to send Felix and Mark after them for protection. With the Irish mafia hovering around, it wasn't safe for them, but nevertheless, Lara assured me. She promised to give me a call if things went wrong, but it's been hours since they left, but I got no call or whatsoever. I had paperworks to handle and also needed leave for my warehouse for inspection of the goods coming from Italy, but it has been an hour, yet, I couldn't bring myself to concentrate on my work, let alone leave for the warehouse. Seated behind the desk with my phone and paperworks on the desk, I spaced out. Lara has always been the party type and neither could I