All Chapters of Craving Him, My Step-Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 POVEven before I became the Bratva, after my father's retirement, showing off or flashy parties has unfortunately not been my thing.I hate so much attention. It gives way for jealousy, hatred and the need to kill.But, Igor, my father, never listened to any of my warnings against flashy parties, because at that very moment, he was throwing a month wedding anniversary with Ivory.Who the hell celebrates a month's wedding anniversary?Well, Igor did.He went against my warnings which needed to be heed, even if he was the one in control before me.He was no longer in control, I am.“Don't tell me Dad is throwing a month's wedding anniversary?” Lara whispered into my ear, her arm locked in mine as we made our way down the hall inside the clan, where the so-called wedding anniversary was taking place.“What do you think? Of course, he is throwing a fucking party.” I was mad, and at the verge of bursting. It was taking the last willpower in me to keep my emotions at bay until t

IVANA'S POV How did it all got to this? I just couldn't understand.Just three weeks ago, I was a free bird. Free from family problems and living my life just like every other normal person, but it all changed now.I couldn't blame anyone but my mother. For the sake of her happiness, she has dragged me to hell, to stay with a goddamn, evil, heartless, ruthless man. Ruslan Orlov.I have been confined to my room for the past two days without stepping out.When he told his right hand man to lock the door and not let me out, except with his permission, I thought he was joking.But, devil be damned. He wasn’t playing or joking. He was serious as hell.A sigh escaped my lips, as I stared at the white ceiling up above, lost in thoughts.Who would have thought my life would end up like this?I hate violence to the core, but my step-brother and the whole Orlovs family thrives in violence, conflict, blood, and death.I wasn't fit into their family, but I was shoved in nonetheless.A soft knock

IVANA'S POV Ruslan Orlov is not to be messed with.I thought I could break through his ruthless facade and make him change his mind concerning the arranged marriage, but he just proved to me that he was not to be messed with.The chill that rushed through every nook and cranny of my body after he said those words, back at the parking lots, were second to none.He wants to break me, bend me and make me eat from the palm of his hands. My step-brother wanted to do all this to me.Though, I wasn't expecting less from someone like him, but he exceeded my expectations, or more like, I underestimated what he could do.I stood outside the compound, watching as he got into his car, shut the door and drove off.He meant every damn words!Fury flared in my eyes, burning like hellfire. I wished I could burn him alive, until he is nothing but ashes left, but right now, I can't. I don't have such superpowers.He has the upper hands and to survive, I have to abide, eat from the palm of his hands a

IVANA'S POV I was lying more often than usual.It became a new trait I portrayed ever since I came to Russia to join Mom’s new family. The Orlovs.Each time my mind drifted back to Roman, I always imagine him fucking Anna on the bed.Different sounds leaving their lips, with them covered in sweats.That imagination created by my shallow mind, caused my heart to bleed and made it even harder to move on.Once the imagination was registered inside my head and imprinted in my mind, it was hard to get it out. No matter how hard I tried to pull myself together and move on, just the way Roman did, it wasn't working.I bet he already moved on like nothing happened. He just wanted to clear his guilty conscience or better still, make it known to me incase I find out that he has been fucking Anna behind my back.If it weren't the case, he wouldn't have broken up with me over the phone, knowing fully well that I was on a different side of the continent and it wouldn't be easy to fly back to New