Ivan’s hand slid up from Arisha's jaw, cupping her face, his thumb brushing lightly across her trembling lips. The intensity in his eyes was unbearable, a fire that had been smoldering for years. He couldn’t wait anymore. The dam of frustration, longing, and unanswered questions finally broke.Without another word, he crushed his lips against hers in a heated, desperate kiss.The moment their lips met, every ounce of doubt vanished. It was her. The taste, the softness, the electricity that surged between them—everything screamed of that night. That one night that had haunted him for three long years. His fingers tightened on her face, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss as though he needed to convince himself it was real, as though this connection had been the missing piece gnawing at his soul.Arisha gasped against his lips, her body stiffening in shock for a brief moment before something inside her cracked. She had tried to pretend, to distance herself, to make herself forget. B
The tension between them was pierced by a small voice that kept Ivan's grip tight. “Mommy...” came the soft, innocent call. It was like a chime, so pure and out of place in the midst of the storm of emotions.Ivan’s body went rigid, his eyes snapping to the source of the voice. Standing just a few steps away was a tiny girl, no more than two years old. She had one finger tucked in her mouth, her wide, curious eyes—his eyes—fixed on them with confusion. Her orange hair, a perfect match to Arisha’s, caught the light, and her tiny lips formed a hesitant pout. She was like a miniature, innocent reflection of Arisha, but with his piercing blue eyes staring back at him.Ivan’s breath caught, his mind unable to process what he was seeing. Mommy. The word echoed in his mind like a gunshot.Arisha, too, went still, her eyes darting between Ivan and the child. “Sisi...” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear, shock, and love. The world around them seemed to freeze, the sterile w
Ivan’s world tilted off its axis as the reality of the situation crashed into him. Alysha Jarl. The woman standing in front of him, the one holding the little girl with his eyes, was Armin’s long-lost wife.The same woman he had shared that one unforgettable night with, the one he couldn’t forget no matter how hard he tried. And the child—their child—there was no denying the truth. One look at her, and he knew. She was his daughter.The shock of it left him breathless, his mind struggling to process the chaos unraveling before him. His gaze flicked between Arisha—Alysha—and the child she clutched protectively. The truth was a sharp, cutting blade, and he felt its sting.Meanwhile, Bjorn seemed lost in his own obsession, his eyes blazing as he confronted her. “I am talking about your little sister, Andrine!” he barked, crossing his arms with a look of pure determination. “Where the hell is she? Where is your family hiding her?”Arisha’s face twisted in confusion and panic. Her eyes dar
Arisha felt like she was drowning. The sight of Ivan holding Sisi, those blue eyes mirroring his own, was a truth she had fought to hide for so long. Her entire body shook, and she took a step forward, desperation clinging to her voice. “Ivan, you can’t—please, she’s my daughter.”Ivan’s eyes flicked to Arisha, the pain in her voice slicing through him, but he held firm. “If she’s mine, then she’s my daughter, too.” The words were calm, but there was an intensity beneath them, a fierce determination that sent a shiver down Arisha’s spine. “I’m not leaving this question unanswered, not again.”Henry, still standing by the door, seemed to snap out of his shock. He hesitated, glancing between the two, before finally nodding. “I’ll arrange the test immediately,” he said, his voice subdued. He turned and walked away, disappearing down the hall as the tension in the room grew thicker.Arisha’s hands dropped to her sides, defeated, her shoulders slumping as she watched Ivan cradle Sisi. She
The nurses and technicians were moving efficiently, collecting samples and preparing for the DNA test. Ivan stood by, his expression unreadable, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes never left Arisha and Sisi, who sat together on the hospital bed. He could sense Arisha’s fear and desperation, but he knew there was no turning back. The truth, whatever it was, needed to be uncovered.Arisha held Sisi close, whispering soothing words to her daughter. The little girl remained calm, her eyes curious as she watched the activity around her. She seemed unfazed, her small hand playing with the hem of her mother’s sleeve as the nurses swabbed her cheek. But Arisha’s eyes remained locked onto Ivan, a mixture of fear and pleading evident in them. She wanted to shield Sisi from everything—from this—but she was trapped, unable to do anything to stop it.Bjorn stood off to the side, his arms crossed, his face a mask of irritation and impatience. He watched the process with cold eyes,
The words were in the air and heavy. Bjorn let out a long exhale, his eyes darting between Ivan and Arisha, still trying to make sense of the situation.Arisha’s face crumpled, and her grip on Sisi tightened. She had known this was a possibility, but hearing it spoken aloud made it real. There was no more pretending, no more hiding behind half-truths and lies. She closed her eyes for a moment, the tears threatening to spill over. “Ivan, I...”But Ivan stepped forward, his gaze fierce but not unkind. “No more lies, Arisha. I want the truth—everything.” His voice was low, but there was an urgency in it, an undeniable plea. “Why did you disappear? And why did you hide Sisi from me?”Arisha swallowed hard, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks as she met his gaze.Ivan’s eyes softened, but his grip on the truth remained unyielding. “What were you running from?”Arisha looked down at Sisi, who clung to her, unaware of the gravity of the moment. She took a deep breath, her body trembli
At that moment, Seraphina’s arrival felt like a lightning bolt cutting through the tension in the room. She entered with quick, confident strides, but the moment she saw Arisha standing with Ivan and Bjorn, her breath caught, and she faltered. Her eyes went wide, panic flashing across her face before she quickly masked it with a calm expression. But there was no hiding the fear that flickered in her eyes.“Oh, no...” she muttered under her breath, trying to regain her composure. Forcing a smile, she stepped forward, her voice laced with false curiosity. “What’s going on here?”Bjorn’s face lit up with a devilish grin as he turned to Seraphina, seizing the opportunity to stir the pot. “Look, Seraphina, we found the real—”“Bjorn!” Ivan snapped, his voice sharp like a whip. Bjorn’s grin vanished, and he flinched, glancing at Ivan, who shot him a warning look. “Not now.”Seraphina’s eyes darted between them, suspicion clouding her face. “What do you mean?” she asked, but her voice lacked
Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, the confidence returning to her stance as she crossed her arms, trying to reclaim control of the situation. “Mr., I don’t know who you are, but I must tell you who I am,” she began, her voice cold and authoritative. “I am the CEO of this hospital. Do you get it?”Ivan didn’t flinch, his expression indifferent. “So?” he replied, his tone flat.Seraphina’s eyes flashed, and she stepped forward, trying to impose her authority. “You must know this is a military hospital,” she said, her voice sharp. “Not your private playground. You can’t do anything openly here.”Ivan’s lips curved into a smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “I get it,” he said calmly. “That’s why I’m taking my leave—with Arisha and Sisi.” His voice was casual, as if he were discussing the weather, but there was a steeliness in his gaze.Seraphina’s eyes widened, her confident mask faltering as she felt control slipping through her fingers. “Hey! You cannot take her away!” she shouted, her voi
Ivan gently took Alysha’s hand in his, his movements deliberate and filled with purpose. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, a soft smile playing on his lips as he brought her hand to his mouth, placing a tender kiss on her knuckles.Alysha’s amber eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing faintly as she looked at him, unsure of what to say or how to react.“I told you, Alysha,” Ivan said, his deep voice smooth and steady, carrying the weight of his confidence. “Once you marry me, no one will dare to say a word against you. Because you have no idea the powerful place you’ve achieved.”Alysha’s heart raced at his words, her mind swirling with questions and emotions. What does he mean?Ivan’s smirk deepened as he glanced at Seraphina, whose face was contorted in a mixture of shock and fury. He turned back to Alysha, his voice growing quieter, but no less commanding. “This Seraphina,” he said, his tone laced with disdain, “is still struggling to claim her place as a Rodriguez. She
Maria, a long-serving household servant, entered with a warm smile, completely oblivious to the storm she had just walked into.“Lady Suegra!” Maria exclaimed, her voice cheerful and genuine. “Good to see you!”Seraphina froze, her sharp eyes widening in shock. Her body stiffened, her mind racing to process what she had just heard. Lady Suegra? Did she hear that correctly? Alysha Jarl—Lady Suegra?Alysha, equally taken aback, felt her heart skip a beat. She glanced at Ivan, her eyes wide with uncertainty. Ivan met her gaze with a calm smile, his head dipping in a small nod as if to confirm it.Maria beamed, stepping closer. “Oh my God,” she said, her hands clasping in delight. “You are so beautiful and young. Master Ivan is so lucky to have finally found such a lovely lady for the entire family!”Alysha’s cheeks flushed, her confusion mounting, but she forced a polite smile. “Thank you, Maria,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her.Maria conti
In Suegra State.The soft murmur of guests faded into the background as the unspoken battle between the two men filled the room.Armin Rodriguez Suegra stood with a rigid posture, his sharp features twisted in barely concealed fury. Beside him, Seraphina Holland clung to his arm like a vice, her manicured nails digging into his sleeve. Her daring gaze was fixed on Alysha, her lips curved into a mocking smirk as if silently declaring her victory.Armin belongs to me, her look seemed to scream.On the opposite side, Ivan Anderson Suegra stood tall and unyielding. His piercing blue eyes locked on Armin with an almost casual dominance, his arm wrapped protectively around Alysha’s tiny shoulders. Ivan’s grip was firm but comforting, pulling Alysha closer to his chest. It was a silent declaration, a clear message to everyone in the room:Alysha is mine. My wife. My family.Alysha stood stiffly beside Ivan, her amber eyes darting nervously between the two men. She felt the weight of Seraphin
Alysha’s heart ached, but she forced herself to remain steady, to hold onto the resolve she’d found in the quiet of her own reflection. She took a step back, her voice gentle yet firm. “Ivan, some things can’t be undone. Sometimes… letting go is the only way forward.”He stilled, his face shadowed with a heartbreak he hadn’t prepared for, his jaw tightening as he absorbed the truth in her words. Yet, as painful as it was, he didn’t move, his gaze fixed on her, his silence a quiet acknowledgment of the distance that lay between them.Without a word, Ivan moved closer, his expression dark and determined as he scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Alysha’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise as he carried her toward the bed, the resolve she’d clung to slipping under the intensity of his gaze.He laid her down gently, his weight settling beside her, his eyes locked onto hers with a heat that made her heart race. She couldn’t look away, captivated by the vu
Alysha turned away, her hand clutching the strap of the bag as she stood, moving toward the bedroom. And as she left him standing there in silence, Ivan understood that this was only the beginning of a long journey—one he was willing to walk, no matter how long it took.Alysha stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her, feeling the weight of the evening pressing down on her. The quiet hum of the house seemed to grow louder as she leaned against the door, exhaling a shaky breath, her hand pressed over her heart. She could still feel the intensity of Ivan’s gaze, his words echoing in her mind, a steady, relentless pull that she struggled to resist.She moved toward the mirror, her reflection staring back at her, raw and tired, emotions flickering across her face—anger, sadness, and something else, something that lingered beneath the surface, too complicated to name. Turning on the faucet, she let the water run, the sound filling the silence, grounding her as she let h
Heinz’s voice broke the tense silence in the foyer, his tone softer but carrying the weight of a command wrapped in concern. “Alysha, you must be tired,” he said, gesturing toward the grand staircase. “Why don’t you and Ivan go to your room? Take some time to rest.”Alysha turned to look at Heinz, her eyes wary, catching the subtle insistence in his tone. She could sense the layers beneath his words—the way he spoke as though her resistance were nothing more than fatigue, a temporary lapse that rest could fix. He was giving her no choice, and the authority in his voice reminded her just how deep the control in this family ran.Ivan, too, glanced at her, his gaze unreadable, though there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes, an unspoken plea. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out just slightly, as if to guide her. “Come on, Alysha,” he murmured, his voice low. “Let’s go upstairs.”Alysha held her ground, her jaw tightening. Her instinct was to refuse, to keep her dista
The convoy of sleek black cars pulled up to the sprawling gates of **Anderson State**, a place that had been shrouded in silence and mystery for decades. The estate was massive, its grand architecture looming against the gray Boston sky, surrounded by acres of well-manicured land that bore the scars of neglect. As the gates creaked open, Alysha peered out of the car window, her heart pounding. The sight of the mansion took her breath away—its towering columns and elegant stone façade exuded a timeless grandeur, but the faded paint and overgrown gardens hinted at years of abandonment. Sisi sat on Alysha’s lap, her tiny hands gripping her mother’s jacket tightly. She looked up at Alysha and whispered, “Mommy… big house.” Alysha managed a small smile, brushing her fingers through Sisi’s curls. “Yes, my angel,” she murmured, though unease prickled at the edges of her mind. Ivan, seated beside her, stared out the window, his jaw tight. His piercing blue eyes scanned the estate, hi
Little Sisi’s small legs carried her across the room as fast as they could, her soft giggles replaced by panicked cries. She didn’t understand the tension in the air or the argument unfolding between the adults, but she knew one thing for certain—she needed her mother, no matter what. “Mommy!” Sisi called, her voice trembling as she reached Alysha and grabbed the hem of her dress with her tiny hands. Alysha looked down, her amber eyes softening as Sisi clung to her, her little face scrunched with worry. Without hesitation, Alysha bent down and scooped her daughter into her arms, holding her tightly against her chest. Sisi buried her face in Alysha’s shoulder, her small body trembling as she whispered, “Mommy, no leave Sisi. Please.” Alysha’s heart shattered at her daughter’s plea. Tears welled in her eyes as she kissed Sisi’s head, her lips brushing against her soft orange curls. “Shh, my angel,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “Mommy’s here.” Sisi pulled back slightly, he
“What the fuck do you mean by ‘the decision is yours?’” Ivan growled, his piercing blue eyes blazing with fury. “You’re my wife! The mother of my child! And you think you can just stay inside a military camp surrounded by a bunch of men?”Ivan’s furious roar shook the room, his voice echoing off the walls like a thunderclap. Everyone froze, including Alysha, who stared at him wide-eyed, her breath catching in her throat.Alysha was stunned into silence, her body stiffening as the weight of his words settled over her. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.Ivan took a step closer, his towering frame looming over her as his voice dropped to a low, menacing growl. “You don’t even have your memory, Alysha. You don’t know your past, your enemies, or the people who would happily see you destroyed. And yet, you think it’s safe to live like that? Alone, unprotected?”Alysha’s throat tightened, but before she could respond, Ivan’s gaze darkened even further. “Even your little sister