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26 | Seducing the Enemy
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Lilah's POV : The dress Ivan picked for me was both a masterpiece and a weapon. Crimson satin clung to my body like a second skin, the neckline plunging scandalously low, exposing far more than I was comfortable with. The slit that ran up my thigh was equally indecent, every step threatening to reveal more. My hair had been styled into soft waves cascading over my shoulders, and diamonds sparkled at my neck and ears, catching the faint light of the hallway.When I stepped into view, Ivan’s gaze found me immediately. His expression remained unreadable at first, but as his eyes traveled from my face to my hips, something flickered—a hunger he tried to suppress. His jaw tightened, and his lips pressed into a thin line.“You look adequate,” he said, his voice low, as though the words were forced.“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a glowing compliment,” I shot back, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Ivan was dressed to kill—literally and figuratively. His tailored blac
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Lilah's POV :I never thought I'd see the day Ivan Volkov would seem... human. Yet, here he is, sitting at the massive dining table, the faintest trace of color returning to his otherwise ghostly complexion. His sharp jawline, typically set in an expression of cold indifference, looks softer in the dim light."You're staring," he mutters, his voice as gruff as ever."I'm not," I lie, turning my attention back to the plate in front of me. The clink of silverware against porcelain fills the silence between us, but it's far from uncomfortable.He shifts in his seat, leaning back with an exhale that sounds almost... relaxed. “You’ve been hovering,” he accuses, though there’s no malice in his tone.“Hovering?” I glance up, meeting his icy gaze head-on. “You were nearly on your deathbed two days ago. Someone had to make sure you didn’t keel over.”His lips twitch—an almost-smile. “And now?”I hesitate. “And now... you’re fine.”But that’s a lie too, isn’t it? Because even though he’s gettin
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Lilah's POV :The warmth of the silk sheets caressed my skin as I lay on Ivan’s oversized bed. His room was a testament to his dark personality—moody gray walls, minimalist furniture, and the faint smell of cedarwood lingering in the air. I had no intention of being here, but circumstances had left me stranded. He had brought me to his home, a temporary prison he claimed was for my "safety." Safety from what, or from whom, he never cared to elaborate.The house was quiet, almost unnervingly so. Ivan had left earlier in the morning for a meeting, leaving behind his usual storm of cold indifference. Lucy had been the only person to visit me all day, bringing a tray of food and some news of the outside world. Her brief company was a welcome respite from the suffocating isolation.But now, as I stared at the ornate ceiling above, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up my spine. I pulled the sheets tighter around myself, my damp hair clinging to my shoulders after a reluctant b
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