Ivan Romanov Novels & Stories

Okay, could he please let go of my hand? I laughed weirdly. "Oh. Um, yeah. I'm—" "She's my wife," Ivan cut me off. Rude, I'd say. He pulled his arm across my shoulder, clinging to me once again. "Oh." The Pablo guy dropped his jaw, obviously feeling embarrassed. He laughed weirdly too, and cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry. I'd thought she was—" "She's my wife, so don't mind your thoughts. If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to her in private," Ivan stated. With furrowed eyebrows, I moved my gaze to him. I didn't know why, but I spotted him frowning.

a deep, husky voice emerged behind us. My eyes opened to reveal an older silver fox standing there. He was tall and handsome, with a silver-grey beard to match. His chiseled jaw, exposed cheekbones, and perfectly arched black eyebrows made his presence speak volumes. His formal suit and unbuttoned white undershirt accentuated his muscular physique. "Dimitri," he introduced, "Callista's husband." "Ivy," I replied. His eyes examined me briefly, "You're beautiful." I turned to Callista for help, but she bowed her head, drinking champagne.

Once the party ended, Alba sent me a video via an unfamiliar number. She had recorded me calling Ivan trash. In a rage, he swept all the files off the table. "I'm trash? Who is in a higher position?" he growled. "Does she have no self-awareness?" I rolled my eyes and deleted the video without finishing it. Not long after, Ivan stormed into the ward, fuming. I knew what he was mad about, but I couldn't care less. Seeing that I was ignoring him, he took my phone and grabbed my hand. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Ivan cut her off, his grip tightening around me, “Right here, inside the Petrov mansion. Not anywhere else.” Anastasia held a hand to her chest as she let out a disbelieving scoff. “Let me get this straight, Ivan. Did you go all the way to that hotel to take her back because you couldn’t stand the idea of a mere nobody like her spreading her legs for another man? You broke a deal worth a ridiculously huge amount of money with Dimitri Volkov because of this whore?” She fumed, stepping closer to him as anger radiated off her in waves. “Is there something going on that I don’t know about? This is the same girl you claim to despise so deeply every time you see her. You said you don’t want her! Y

Anesthesia greeted Olivia softly. Anesthesia is curious by nature, but she is not bad by any means. Her husband is not Alessandro's real uncle. Miroslav is one of the bastard sons of Alesso's grandfather. After Ivan took over the Russian outfit, he accepted Miroslav as his brother and hid the fact that he is a bastard son. Respecting his father's wishes, Alessandro continued to treat Miroslav and his family as his own. But after what Victor did, Alessandro became cold towards everyone. He was not so talkative before, but stopped talking altogether after that incident.

"Your attendance is much appreciated. To formally introduce myself, I am Czarina Olena Belikova of Russia." Father bowed respectfully, his chestnut-brown eyes kind. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, your imperial highness. We are immensely grateful for the invite." He then introduced, "I'm Lord Ibrahim Mazur." Czarina Olena smiled wider. He wrapped his arm around Rhea, whose emerald-green dress resembled vomit. "This is my wife, Lady Rhea Dragomir-Mazur," he continued. "And these are our daughters combined, Rosemarie, Jillian, and Vasilisa." Cesarevich Dimitri's mother's brows furrowed. "You were married prior to her?"

(babygirl) “Sure you do” I retorted sultrily, my eyes raking his face and the rest of his body. Ivan’s grip on my chair tightened as I bit my lips. “I smell better than Mira for sure.” Once again, this Russian mafia wayward heir chuckled, genuinely which surprised me. I’ve heard stories about Ivan Orlov. How ruthless he can be with women, but looking at him right now, I can’t see it. My judgement can’t be trusted anyway, so I let it be.

Luca said with confusion written on his face as I processed my words. Ivan has every reason to lie. He hated me. He wanted freedom to live recklessly. Freedom I wasn’t willing to give him. He has never stayed from sex for two days, and while it might not seem that long for others, it was Ivan. He was a Casanova after all. “Could you please slow down!” Luca hissed, clutching to the seat belt like it was life, “Do you even know where he is?” No, but I had an idea where a party animal like Ivan would be in. All I had to do was to check every expensive nightclub around town.

He’d also been very impressed with Ivan as of late. “Ivan? What the hell is going on,” Viktor bellowed. “I tapped Ivan during the trial, he was completely invaluable to me in that time. His contacts have been priceless and his dedication to the family has been paramount in the last few months. I have welcomed him with open arms. My father firmly believed the line of succession must always be clear, and I have no doubt that as a Reznikov, Ivan will not only hold our family first, but he will always be honorable and faithful,” I said, firmly.

“Roman’s the eldest. He collects skulls. Real ones. Anton is a mafia businessman—manipulative, power-hungry, and… let’s just say he doesn’t like women.” “Maksim is in the army—cold and brutal. Rarely home, but he plays dirty. Denis is a doctor who experiments on people with toxins. Viktor is a silent lawyer for the U.S. government. He and Denis are twins. Both are snakes.” Lisa lowered her voice. “Ivan is the youngest legit son. A total womanizer. He’s dangerous... and hates the illegitimate one—Kieran.” Avery frowned. “Kieran...” “He’s Sergei’s seventh son. Born to a maid who vanished. No one talks to him. He’s... isolated. Hated. Punished. But…”