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Unable to hold back, she said, "Miranda may be too lenient. We cannot know Ivan’s true motives beyond his own claims. How can you be certain he is not driven by a desire for power?" Her tone was somewhat impatient and even distressed. Though the Earl did not notice, Miranda sensed that Selena was feeling threatened by their father’s approval of her. It seemed that Selena cared deeply for her father’s admiration. Well, as long as she cares, that's what matters! Reflecting on this, Miranda added, "Consider the ledger. Why would Ivan keep such a record? Who would he show it to? Was it just to be discovered by The Court of Justice and condemn him for bribery? This ledger is a record of his consc

His face was angular, pale, and marked by a cold smile. It was Ivan. "Beta Vance," Ivan said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the screams of the dying and the howling wind. "You always were an exceptional hound for the throne. But you are serving a false queen. A woman who lets an unranked stray share her bed is not a leader; she is a liability." "Ivan," Vance hissed, stepping over a fallen body, his blade dripping with dark blood. "You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool."

she rasped. “Fucking hours. I’ve left you to recover. Who’s Jay Jay?” Lizzy refused to answer. Ivan crouched before her. What did she ever see in the man? He reminded her of a Komodo dragon. His flat lizard eyes were black orbs in his cruel face. Ivan’s angular jaw and harsh brow loomed in her blurred vision. He licked his lips and traced her collarbone through her torn shirt with a damp hand. “When you sang my song—”

Surely there was some animosity between the cousins. Checking her phone,she perused the relevant information about Ivan. The public described him as an E-sports prodigy, the youngest champion, rebellious yet courteous, distant yet passionate. This description seemed at odds with the young, defiantly attractive boy before her. The most recent update on Ivan revealed that after winning a national competition, he abruptly decided to take a year off, with no clear reason given.

He pulled away and went to hide his face but I shook my head and cupped his cheeks wiping his tears for him “I know that nothing I say would help. I can’t say that it would get better, nor that it won’t hurt. But know that we’re here, you family, your sons, me, your daughter. We won’t leave your side…” “I promise to bring them all at your feet, I’ll do my best to help the men bring them down in front of you…” “It’s their right to have their lives too, Eliana, but I will request one thing from you” Ivan said looking me in the eye. I shook my head, waiting for him to say what he wanted “I want you to stand strong for the family. No matter what happens, I don’t want you to lose that fire and an

"Please, Ivana—don't refuse. Just tell me what you want in return." More importantly, Evan did not know how he should thank her. If it were about money, Ivana herself was the Queen of Finance. That meant money was just a line of inanimate numbers. As for power, her father was the Iron Dragon of South Dominion. He was more powerful than anyone else. As for her enemies, Ivana did not make many. The only exception was the mysterious person who had once cursed her with black magic—and even that culprit had yet to be found. …

Aria Answered before gulping down some water, exhausted of her workout. “That explains a lot,” Said Everett. “Ivan has a nice place though.” He added looking around. “Yeah, have you checked his entrainment studio? It was lit.” Said Aria. Based from Ivan's Job, they all pretty much expected that he's well-off, but they didn't assume that he was this rich. Apparently, bedside from working an already high-paying job, he also had a lot of businesses across Europe. The fact that he's still keeping his job is quite a mystery to them.

[Isaac] It is because I find it so hard to control my desires. It is because I find it so difficult to keep Clement from infusing and taking over partially. It is because I find her attractive. It is because I don't know how else to react. I told myself, my elf….maybe convinced ourselves to believe these things. Otherwise, I know I will allow in self-pity and feed that wench’s ego and happiness. I am a rotten creature inside out. I don’t know how to be civil, don’t know how to react any other way, so I react rashly. I spew out venomous words that are bound to hurt the other like I did to Kathryn just now.

My nose touched his neck, the bubbled water singing with every little movement I made. “Where did you go?” “I talked to Olivia.” My fingers traced his collarbone down to his pectorals, following the pattern around his heart. “You didn’t tell me Vino Zakharov is Nate’s father.” Evan sighed, his hands rubbing my arms. “It wasn't my secret to tell, baby. It was Olivia’s and I don’t think Nathan knew about it.” “So that’s why Zakharov was helping him? That’s why he’s willing to have his high-ranking official killed rather than give into Klaus’ demand.”

Her full lips twitched, but her eyes held disdain. “If it isn’t the devil himself? The almighty Rafayel Yezhov.” My mouth curved upward, and I couldn’t even pretend that I wasn’t enjoying every second of this moment. Ivan only took the version I’d forced on him but didn’t know that money was a small reward for a job well done. Comical how his pettiness had resulted in a strategic advantage.