Ivanna
I don't know why I'm hugging him to cry out. I should not. If he gives me the best memories, he's the one to give the worst too. I can feel my body shivering in burning pain inside me as he hugs me against him tightly, continuously asking me what happened.
Why don't I stop finding comfort and peace in his arms?
Even after knowing how many times he has lied to me, I still look for him when I'm in pain. Maybe, because no one was there to share this pain.
I remember screaming alone in my apartment, crying all night. But there was no one to comfort me, hug me tightly and listen to me. I could never tell anyone what I was going through.
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Ivanna "I love you, Iv" I can hear those three words echoing inside my head like a melody— so intense— so real. However, I know how good he's at lying. And how dumb I am to fall for his words every time. When did you become an emotional fool, Ivanna? I press my lips and whiff heavily. His tough arms cage me in a tight embrace as I feel his cosy breath fanning my skin. "I love you so much," he whispers again. "You might have said the same to Irene once, right?" The cruellest reply comes out of my mouth. What a pathetic girl I am to reply such a thing to a man who just confessed his feelings? Nonetheless, he didn't leave a choice for me. I wonder how many days it'll last. He was so complicated to understand. I can try to trust anything but his love. He doesn't love me. I know he just doesn't. It's just a crazy attraction that's holding us together.
Kane "Richard? Murder?" Shrugging, I roll my eyes in confusion. Murder, kidnapping, secrets, deal of a living human being— in short, Christian is giving me full-on mafia vibes lately. "I can't understand what you are saying. Stop speaking in instalments. Do you mean Richard killed three people?" "Yeah", he says, freezing his eyes outside. "I don't doubt exactly. I believe it. It's just that I don't have any proof" "Whom did he kill? And how do you know? How's that related to your actions?" I think I'll go crazy with questions until he clears up everything and he's taking too much time. He sighs. "My biological parents and his first wife", he utters. It takes me a few seconds to realise what he just said. His biological parents and Richard's wife?
Ivanna It's my first day at work and I thought it would be great. It's not like my colleagues are not nice but I can't stop getting frustrated over my life. I left the villa without meeting Christian. And I miss him now. I thought we'd have a great start to this day. He would wish me luck with a sweet morning kiss and it would be perfect. However, I can't take things out of my head. I feel low. I feel bad. From the moment I got to I was literally treated like a material, it freaked me out. No matter how badly he claims to love me, it's definitely not the way he should have made me his. I can't accept it anyway. No sane woman can accept to be materialised. I sigh, pulling off my chemical gloves and washing my hands. It's been a long shift. "I hope I didn't bore you", Jacob says, washing his hands. 
ChristianI can't describe the feeling in words. It feels like someone had poured water into the dead plant after the entire day. I kiss her forehead as she rubs her cheek against my chest, closing her eyes. I gently slide my fingers under her wet strands of hair and tuck them behind her ear, revealing her fresh beautiful skin."Too tired, my baby wife?" I chuckle."Umm! I'm sleepy," she rubs her eyes, speaking in a drowsy tone."Have you eaten something, huh?" I ask."No. I wanna sleep," she mumbles."Hey, no. Don't sleep now. Get up. You'll eat first," I scoff, parting her head away from my chest.Her eyes are still closed as she curls up her face. "No. I'm sleepy," she cries out."You need to eat first. I don't even know if you ate something the entire day. Don't throw tantrums and open your eyes," I shrug, getting her off my lap."You
Emily I’m freaking out here with my stupid ex-boyfriend on the fucking road. It was beyond my expectation that I would bump into him like this. Well, I didn’t bump into him. This idiot has been stalking me for a couple of days to talk. Talk? What should we even talk about? People talk about misunderstandings, not about cheating! “Listen, Ryan. I’m being patient enough. If you don’t leave my hand right now, I will— “What’s happening here?” A familiar voice comes from behind. I freeze. It’s my grouch boss’s voice. Before I can look behind, he steps near me and frowns at Ryan. They have awkward eye contact as I see Kane’s eyes coming down to our hands. That fucking asshole is still holding my hand when I’m struggling to get away. I don’t wanna be embarrassed in front of my boss. I’m left dumbfounded, gawking at him. “Whatever
KaneWe come into Miss Benson's little apartment on the third floor and according to human nature, I should be rolling my eyes around the apartment. It's still not fully settled for a person to stay in. It contains a single room and there's still a lot of stuff packed in boxes."Sorry, it's too small", she mutters, pressing a forced smile. "I can only afford it for now""That's fine. Once I used to have the same kind of apartment", I say with a smile.She seals her lips and pauses staring at me without even blinking her eyes."Miss Benson", I roll my eyes."Yes", her lips widen into a l
Ivanna "You don't reply to my messages", Irene husks in a disappointed tone as we sip from the iced coffee. "I don't get time to chat. There's too much happening", I lie. A few minutes can be easily managed but my sister being the ex of my husband is definitely not a very comfortable thing. I know how Irene is. She's good at heart but sometimes she's too difficult to handle. "Once you had time to gossip with me for hours on the call. You had two jobs right then and you were a full-time student. You had no servant in your tiny apartment and did everything alone. Was life easier than this one back then?" She can attack straight on the spot.
IvannaReality hits us with my phone ringing somewhere. I strive to get away from his grip but he doesn't let me go. He stares at me— still in the muse."Chris," I whisper, squirming in his arms. "My phone's buzzing""Let it buzz," he husks.The air becomes heavy between us and I know if I let it go with the flow, we'll end up on the bed like always. We always do it after a mess and I don't know how intense love making makes it all easy for a while.Just for a while!I don't want a temporary convenience. Nor do I want to solve it every time like this. He tucks my hair gently behind my ear as