Christian   "Didn't you get my message? I told you not to come here," Ivanna snaps, bringing her face near my neck.   "I got it"   "Then?"   "Then? I thought you might want me to show up. Otherwise, you wouldn't text me the opposite," I grin, riding slowly near the highway.    "Huh! No. Why would I want you to show up here? To create a mess for me?" Her voice is sharp yet I'm enjoying it.    "Did I create a mess? See what I have turned into for you," I say.    "I can see it. And you look young now," she cracks up as I wiggle

Christian Half of our day is spent in the carnival and she's not satisfied with it yet. She buys sundresses, t-shirts, ear pins, hats and I don't remember half of the things which she can easily get from home itself. But Ivanna is Ivanna. Her life is more vibrant than I can ever think of. The moment I think I have known her better, she comes up with some shades of colours I have never seen in my life. My life is formal like black and white. Her life is vibrant with a million tints which makes me go crazier for her with every passing second. We walk towards the exit where I carry almost eighty per cent of my stuff. Even though Colton tried to take them, Ivanna came up with her million-dollar taunt, "Is Colton my husband or you?" I don't know if she's teaching me a good lesson

Ivanna "Ch— Chris," I immediately grab his arm and pull him back towards me as he gazes at the guy, his jaw clenching and his arms stiffening.  "Hey, duh! There's nothing to be serious about," the blonde-haired guy chuckles.  Christian says nothing, only glares at him with his dark eyes. My heart throbs faster than any other day as I grab his shoulder with another hand nervously. I know the outcomes of his silent glare.  "Christian, please come here. Leave it," I whisper.  I can see the guy gulping down and stepping backwards and I just want him to leave as soon as possible.  

Ivanna My words get stuck into my throat when I gawk at my stepsister standing in front of me. She has disappeared since the day of my wedding and never in my imagination did I expect to find her here. "Ivanna!" She runs towards me and hugs me tightly, bringing me back to my senses. I push my hands to hug her back. "Irene! You," I clamour. "Where have you been for so long? How did you come here to Texas?" She says nothing for a while and the next moment I hear her sobbing.  "Irene, are you alright? Why are you crying?" I immediately break the hug and held her hands tightly, scanning her broken face. I still can't believe she's here, behind a locked doo

Christian I panic, rushing out of the room and calling out all the guards and servants. Chaos occurs all around the villa as they search for her in the entire villa.  My head pounds with unfavourable thoughts. She was so furious and hurt. On top of that, I behaved the worst with her today. I wonder where she's at this hour, alone! Is she alright? "Darn it, Iv. Why are you always so impatient and stubborn?" I groan to myself. "She's nowhere," I hear it for the third time from the third person. Every guard has the same to say.  But she can't escape so many eyes. She can't leave so easily. I rush back to the room, scanning it carefully. She has a habit of hiding from me even though she knows she can't escape.  I slowly inside, not making a noise when I finally hear her sobbing in a low tone. I sigh and reach the closet. The sound is coming from inside and she's here. The fucking thing is she's crying