Chapter 67

Ivan’s brows tightened and he scoffed. He wished his mother would reveal her true intentions. Maybe he’ll not despise her this much. He despised it so, despised the false image she gave – a mother who refused evil and gave up her throne so her son could live. This was her image. But it was false. It was her ambition. The world was her theatre and she the main lead in the play.

Ivan and the woman he’s to marry would become prey in the palm of her hands.

“Are you satisfied, mother? You’ve managed to keep my limbs, my hands, and feet all tied down. Are you musing in your own enjoyment?”

“What do you mean? Alicia is a good girl. She’s the best match for you, Ivan. I don’t know why you keep distorting my words.”

“That’s exactly what I thought my mother would say.”

Ivan scoffed and clicked his tongue, swiveling his feet and walking toward the door. And then he saw her… he saw Alicia standing at the front door, her face a pale white. He surmised that she had heard their conversation and he w