All Chapters of Craving Him, My Step-Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

IVANA'S POV If Ruslan Fucking Orlov thinks he can make me bend to every of his damn rules, he is so wrong. When it comes to what I wear, I have preference and not even God can change my mind from wearing flower dresses. Hell, I have come to love flowers designer gowns that it has become a part of me now. Out of anger, I typed a reply.The anger lasted for just a minute before it wore off, only for me to realise the mistake I created for myself. ‘You can go to hell. I would rather look like a fucking plant than look like an elegant lady, which infact, I'm not.’ I already pressed the ‘send button’ before realising what I've done. Ruslan would surely come for me tonight. “Whatever!” I heaved a sigh with an eye roll before shoving my phone back into my backpack. Staring out of the window, we were already at the entrance of the college. Once the car got into the parking lots, I alighted and made my way into the school. I have no friends other than Aria. Being an introvert, maki

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE. RUSLAN'S POV They laughed. They fucking laughed at me like I was the most funniest person on earth. And I swear to God, the urge. The sudden will to gouge out all their eyes and grilled it for Viking, my dog to eat, overwhelmed me. Overpowered me. My hands began to ache, itch and my demons wanted to consume blood. I was barely keeping them at bay. “Did I say something funny?” Annoyance wormed it's way into my chest. “What did Caleb took from you? Just a few arsenal? Are you kidding me?” The leader stepped forward, towering over me like a giant. He should know by now that things doesn't work well because he is a giant. David fucking took Goliath down with just a stone, but me? I’ll be taking him and every motherfucking gangsters in that warehouse with my silver dagger. “Aren't you supposed to be a generous Bratva? Losing a few arsenal won't be the end of you or your clan, hell, it doesn't take a cent from you.” “But

IVANA'S POV Annoyance, hatred, frustration, vulnerability, they all wormed their way into my chest as I stared at him.I badly wanted to reply back at him, but his steel eyes settled on me like a punch in the guts. Glaring at him with my fists folded by my side, and my fingers digging into the palm of my flesh, almost drawing out blood.He let out a dark chuckle, leaning further into his leather chair like a dark satan that he was.“As much as I appreciate your kindness, I don't think I need it or the jasmine tea.” I forced a smile, the kind of smile that didn't reach my eyes.“Very well then,” the deep timber in his voice vibrate through every system in my body and the incessant clicking of his fingers against his desk, ingrained in my mind.“You can take the tea away.” He dismissed with his hand and I turned around, picked the tray of jasmine tea and made my way to the door.Just before I could push it open, I turned around, staring at my step-brother who has once again returned h

IVANA'S POV Ruslan being into men, was the only justified reason why he doesn't like me. The only reason I can come up with, because his hatred towards me can't be justified. But he also has a sister, Lara. He never behaves that way towards her, but to me? It was a different case. I just can't think of how many times I've suffered all because he wanted to assert his dominance on me and make me obey his rules. Like a puppy. …… My eyes were glued on the lecturer who was so engrossed in his lecture to even notice someone like me staring. I just can't get the image of Ruslan smiling at the lecturer out of my head. Was he really into men? If it turns out that the lecturer is his boyfriend, it wasn't a bad decision after all. The lecturer, whose name I don't know, is an handsome man with thick brows, full lips, impeccable jawline, delicate nose. Seems Ruslan had a certain taste in men, and moreover, they both shared the same personality. Cold, dark. A sigh escaped

IVANA'S POV When I expected him to admit that Nikolai, the lecturer is his boyfriend, guess what? He didn't admit it and neither did he deny it. Left in between the devil and the red sea, I was caught in a dilemma, with nothing to believe. I couldn't chose which to believe. If he had denied it like I expected of him, I would be able to tell if it was the truth or not. But he already caught up with my games and decided to remain quiet about it. Frustration wormed it's way to my chest and I could barely eat dinner. …… “Good morning, Mom, Igor.” I announced my presence as I made my way into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. “You don't have classes today?” Mom asked, her gaze focused on the telenovela series showing on the TV screen. “I do, but it would be by 2pm.” I replied, pressing the coffee maker. I stood beside it, waiting for the coffee to fill my cup, before heading back to the sitting room to join Mom. I was never a fan of telenovelas, but I guessed I