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I didn’t need to glance at him to know that Caden was glaring back. “Glad to see you didn’t burn down the place before I─” I pulled up short, eyes zeroing on the book in Ivan’s hand. “What is that?” I asked, my voice a tad higher pitched than usual. To my indignation, he didn’t answer, only turned the next place. “Is that my diary? You can’t just read it! Give it back!” I shrilled lunging for it. Unfortunately, he was much faster, swirling away and holding the book higher up, his eyes still trained raptly on the words.

CASSANDRA’S POV I don’t remember the days I woke up with a smile on my face, not for long. These days am getting too much of habituated to it. Last night I slept talking to Ivan on phone. We spoke about our favourite books. Ivan has a similar taste of books as mine. I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything.

Caroline smiled politely, catching my eye with an expression that clearly read, Oh, the flirting is aggressive. Ivan continued, leaning slightly closer. “I am Ivan. Vladimir’s right hand. I oversee the logistics and strategy. Perhaps, while you are here, you would allow me to provide you with a tour of the non-threatening parts of the estate? I am excellent company when I am not consolidating power.” Caroline listened patiently, her expression warm but amused.

which made me shriek “Ivan!” I could hear him chuckling away to himself as he opened every book in the bookshelf, checking for any kind of handwriting. “I think he’s a good one though. You two will be happy, I think. I never thought that with Bram but assumed there was a bigger reason behind being mates.”

At last they bade each other goodbyes, Ivan and ivory entered the carriage which Keya was in while Chloe and Alfred entered another carriage which had the luggage of everyone. As the carriage moved ivory peeked out the window in excitement, she enjoyed seeing how the peasant carried on their daily activities, she also enjoyed breathing in the pollution free air it was simply refreshing. Keya stared at ivory with jealousy which was quickly concealed when she noticed Ivan studying her. Ivan and ivory sat opposite to her. ‘I don’t like you’ Ivan suddenly said which made both ivory and Keya look at him. ‘Me’ Keya asked pointing to herself. ‘Who’s the stranger here?’Ivan asked.

Ivan asked nervously under the heated gaze of two ragging bulls. "No!" Mikhail snapped at him which made him frown but Rooh silently served him. "Can you pass the salt to me, princess?" he asked Vanessa this time. "No!" Emiliano was the one to shout this time. Cristina smiled looking at Ivan's state and passed the salt to him. "Only my sister loves me." Ivan said taking the salt from her and patting her hands softly feeling grateful not the brothers' gaze snapped to him again.

Sumunod kaagad sila Kian at Adamson para pigilan ang galit nito. “What do you think you are doing, Miss?” Ivan’s voice was like the calm before the storm. He was not raising his voice but it was enough for everyone to shiver. I was slowly gone on my seat like a paper lit on fire, so fragile when flicked at once, I disintegrated.

One was big; the other was painfully small. "I want to tell you that as much as you fear him, Ivan truly cares for you. He desperately cares for you... He is as close to a brother as I will ever have again so I beg you on behalf of him to open your heart to him. He has waited far too long for you, Cara." ***

He's always ready to satisfy her. Just when he was thinking about where to do a quickie, someone appeared behind him, throwing a punch that sent him flying in the opposite direction away from Ivy. It was none other than Ivan. Ivy isn't the only one that went through changes these five years. Looking at Ivan now, King knew he has grown very much into a man. “What have you done to my sister!”

God, he's beautiful, she thought to herself. The day went by quickly and Ivan was beginning to feel bored in the house, he went outside the cabin to take in some fresh air, moving away from the cabin in sight, he took the narrow path leading to where he'd get lost, the path that was different from the one that led to the lake. His mind was wandering around, standing afar off, he stood watching the cabin, nothing seems unusual, he waited for some minutes hoping something would happen, but nothing happened. He remembered he read in a book that "when a person is waiting expectedly for something to happen, nothing ever happens," he heaved a sigh. His hands-on his waist, he started walking farthe