All Chapters of Craving Him, My Step-Brother : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ivana’s POVIt has been two weeks now. Two weeks since I regained consciousness only to be greeted with the most shocking news of my life, two weeks since I saw or heard from Ruslan, and two weeks since I started my rehab for proper healing. The excruciating pain was less intense now. It has been dulled by the medication and daily stretches that left my limbs trembling but stronger. A few days ago, my therapist said I was making fast progress, and I was grateful for that as I was sick and tired of being confined in the hospital.Day after day, I followed the same routine, wheelchair to walker, walker to staggered steps. Each time, I counted my steps like they would distract me from the revelation that had refused to leave my mind. It had been ten years since my father's death and I was almost forgetting about it, only for a shocking truth to be revealed. The family that had taken us in, the one man whom I loved wholeheartedly was behind it. That was what the files said and I be

Ruslan’s POV“Stop." Lara yelled, blocking my path and stopping me from taking another step. I wanted to go after Ivana. I couldn't allow her to leave just like that. Not after what we shared, I couldn't lose her because I was also going to lose my mind. “Her resolve will become even stronger if you keep trying to explain your actions." Lara added, pushing me to the side. In anger, I brushed past her and without saying any other word to her, I stormed towards the stairs. By the time I stepped into the Orlov estate, the fire in my veins had gone molten as my heavy steps echoed through the marble floored hallway. Anger wasn’t enough adjective to define what boiled inside of me. Loss, confusion and heartbreak dealt with me at the same time. Kicking the front down in, I stormed into the empty building only to slam the door shut the next second.A few minutes later, Nico appeared from the corner, a tablet in hand as he made his way towards me.“Boss, you need to see this. The eastern

Ivana's POVIt had been a week since Mom and I left Russia and returned to New York with Jarik’s help who acted in accordance with his words.Even after leaving Russia, peace was still far-fetched, making me rethink my decision of leaving Russia with mom.I bet I was the only one feeling this way because mother had returned to normalcy, like nothing had hurted her. Most times, I wished I could get even a snippet of mom's overwhelming peace.In contrast to Russia which was quiet but had multiple battles going on in silence, New York was different. The day moved so fast and was loud. Everyone was carefree and no one looked over their shoulders in fright.This was the kind of life I once lived and enjoyed but now I detested it but I was trying so hard to readjust. I spent most of my time in my room, trying to unpack but I never completed unpacking.It was either Ruslan’s face haunted me as unpacking brought back memories or it was Lara’s tear filled eyes or Igor’s pleading voice. No

Ivana's POV“Ivana, you’re going to be late." Mother said, hitting her knuckles against my door which was slightly open. “I will be done in a few minutes." I replied, shoving my phone into my bag. It was barely seven in the morning but I was already struggling with the zipper of my jeans. In the living room, the twins were making a hell of noise and I could hear Mom calling out from the kitchen. She was juggling between making breakfast and getting the kids ready for their daycare. The perfect definition for this morning is chaos. "Ivana! You’re going to be late!" Mother yelled out in frustration. "I’m coming.” I yelled back, giving up on the jeans and pulling on a pair of gray slacks instead. My heart was thumping louder than usual as my nerves twisted into knots. I didn't know what to think as I wasn't expecting this.Today was the so-called "meeting" Trenton had set up for me and I didn't want to disappoint him a bit.Considering me when there were other artists was a big fa

088Ivana’s POV At the end of the meeting with Fabrizio, I could barely breathe. I was as if my air supply had been cut off and I was just trying to survive. His last name and accent had been stamped to my head and it was hard to forget it no matter how much I tried to.Gulping, I rubbed my forehead which was aching slightly as I stumbled towards the stairs. “Hey, miss Ivana." The Italian accent made me halt and slowly, I turned around to face him, my brows twisted. Halting beside me, he muttered, “I'm sorry I didn't get to treat you to a cup of coffee earlier."“Oh, you really don't have to worry about something like that. I’m perfectly fine." I laughed, amused with his words."Okay, if you say so.” He muttered, rubbing his neck. "Next time, I will treat you to something better.” Before I could react, he added, "I hope there will be next time.” Unsure of what to say, I flashed him a forced smile. "Thank you for your hospitality, I will relay my decision to you.” After a curt b