All Chapters of DAMSEL MEETS DANGER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Princess,” Vladimir muttered again, purely out of desperation now.An adrenaline rush pushed him towards her, and gave him the much needed strength to not only rise up to his feet, but also carry her into his arms.He swiftly exited the jet, at the same moment a car came to a stop before him.His pilot, the captain, ran out of the car. “Son! I'm here, son!”Vladimir, cradling Ivy's body in his, didn't want to let go.Firmly, he held on to her, as he walked to the backseat of the car.“I called Yasmin already. She's expecting us,” the captain filled him in, as he gently placed Ivy's unconscious body into the backseat, before jumping in himself.The captain shut the door, and headed for the driver's seat.As he drove off, Vladimir held on to Ivy.The rage he felt before had dissolved into concern now.Concern so great, he found himself staring at her unconscious body.There was a pulse. It was the one thing that kept his hope alive.Also, she had definitely touched him, which meant she

“Get some rest. You'll feel even better after.” Vladimir turned around to walk away.“Hey.” The words slipped out of her lips before she could stop them.Biting down hard on those same lips that had just uttered that word, she hoped he didn't listen.But he did, because he was secretly hoping she wouldn't want him to leave.Hesitantly, so he didn't come off as too desperate, he faced her again.“Yes? Do you need something?”“Quick, think, Ivy!” She screamed to herself internally.It worked, as the perfect excuse popped up.“Grandma,” she muttered, shifting her gaze to him. “My grandma–”“I don't know anything yet. And I think it's wise for it to remain that way. Her results may come out soon. Let's wait until then.”“How long?” She asked the dreaded question.“How long until?” “How long until the result comes out? And if it's negative, what does it mean? I'm fine now. We can return back to the villa.”“Princess, you're fine when the doctor reassures us that it's okay for you to leave

“Hey, you look cute in that dress,” Yasmin complimented Ivy on walking into the room.Ivy's face flushed, as she lifted her head up from the floor she was staring at, to look at her.“I guess it's yours? Thanks.”“Oh, no. I was going to give you one of mine but your husband requested that some light shopping be done for you. I tell you, he's crazy about you,” she giggled.When Ivy didn't react the way most women in her position would, she ultimately confirmed her suspicions.With a sigh, Yasmin drew closer to her. “I'm guessing I might be a little delusional.”Pity welled in Ivy's heart directed towards her. She wouldn't call her delusional, but she wasn't the one calling names, anyway.“Just out of curiosity, why do you think he's–” she cleared her throat, those words even too heavy to breathe out.“Crazy about you?” Yasmin helped her out.“Yeah, that.”She smiled, and sat beside her. “It's in his eyes. I could very well be reading too much into things, but his eyes when he looks at

Vladimir figured what she was about to do, and took a step back. “Good evening, Maja Anders,” he said, incredibly formally. Her eyes doubled, as she stared at him in astonishment. Ivy, who had found herself subconsciously comparing her appearance to the goddess, especially since her bruises hadn't completely cleared yet, smiled on the inside. She caught herself right after, not understanding why she was feeling all fluttery. “This is my wife, Ivy Greene.” Vladimir introduced Ivy next, pointing to her. Maja looked at the woman who was gaining quite the popularity in the inner circles, even without anyone seeing her face yet. Envy jabbed at her heart, because she saw a girl who didn't even try at all, but still managed to look stunning. “Hmmm, I heard you were married,” she pulled her gaze away from Ivy, back to Vladimir. “I just didn't think it was that serious. You know, you being you and all,” she said lightheartedly, even though deep within, she was instigating. Ivy

A door opened, ushering both agent Johnson, and Yuki into a private area.It was an enclosed space, adjacent to the main entrance of the casino hall itself.The room had two chaise lounges across each other, and a bar to go with it.Agent Johnson didn't immediately take a seat. His eyes scanned the room first, sniffing tobacco, and liquor mixed with Arabian oud, floating in the air.“All you need is a camera and you can take pictures too, agent.” Yuki cracked a joke.Agent Johnson didn't find any of it funny.“Standard protocol,” he replied with no trace of humour in his tone.“Right.” Yuki swallowed hard, and focused his attention somewhere else.“Sorry for the delay. I had to make some little arrangements,” Vladimir said, walking into the room.“That's fine,” agent Johnson turned on hearing his voice. “I can just quickly ask my questions and keep it moving.”“Yeah, about that, agent. Per the law, I don't necessarily have to answer your questions without a warrant right?”A small, du