Julia From The One And Only Ivan Novels & Stories

My hand moved to my eyes as I wiped off the tears that were rolling down my cheeks "Don't tell me you're worried about that asshole of a man, you fucking know that he's having the best time of his life right now with that whore he calls a mistress. Tilda listen the man who made you enter that disgusting marriage is dead, don't you think it's time you leave that asshole of a husband!" Julia snapped, I shut my eyes for a moment, allowing the tears to fall freely.

"When will you consider your children's happiness instead of your own fucking gains, huh?" "Ivan, that's enough please" His mum please. "No, Mum. And when will you, mum, stop him from walking all over you like you are less than a wife?" Ivan asked his mother, making her drop her gaze. My heart couldn't stop beating. "Ivan, drop it." Julio warned. Ivan scoffed. "Even you Julio. See how he ruined your life by making you marry someone you don't want?" Julio glared at him. "No offence, Anita." Ivan said to Anita.

She asked around and she was informed Vivienne left with Leo and Kyan "Julia, is she back yet?"Monica asked Julia immediately she entered her room and found Julia arranging her bed "No ma'am...she's still not back...I'll bring coffee for you, "Julia said, bowing a little and leaving the room. Monica didn't think much but walked to her bed and sat down. After some time. The door opened by now her eyes were closed but once she got a white of the familiar cologne she knew too well. Her eyes flew open and she sat up only to find Justin standing close to the bed

The source of Ivan's annoyance, the holy presence in company class, a Russian dancer with icy blue eyes that now lived on the top floor. Julian had been grilling her about him every so often, probably having noticed that she was getting more attention than anyone else from him. Truth be told, he'd been in her thoughts more than she was comfortable with. But there was something about him. Something unsettling, depth and raw power that made him captivating to watch and hard to understand. Hard to ignore. That something got her just a little curious. Promising herself she'd never admit what she was about to do, she fetched her laptop out of the cupboard, resumed her window sill vantage point an

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.

“Believe me, I have plans. Mila will suffer, and our daughter will live a happy life.” “What are you planning?” Bowyer asked. “Dimitri is an illegitimate child of Leo’s family.” Anita answered. Bowyer opened his mouth in awe. “How did you know!?” “Don’t ask me too many questions,” Anita sipped the wine again. “I will make the legitimate child of the Leo family, Nikolai, fall for Anya. So when Mrs. Nidia favors her real son, Anya’s share will be huge…” It impressed Bowyer. “Wow! Bravo!”

Lucia "Congratulations on this milestone, Mr. Kemper." Juliana approached him, a sultry smile curving her painted red mouth. She stood out in her dyed silver hair, slinky silver dress, and heavy diamond choker. She embraced Christian, making sure to run her hand over his chest possessively. Her gaze met mine, searching for a reaction. I offered her a close lipped smile. "Juliana, I didn't know you were invited." I said.

I looked like myself. Not the version I had been asked to be. Not the one Alessia had tried to distort. Just me. Juliana Cross. Noelle Vale’s daughter. A woman who had walked through storms and was still standing.

JULIAN Chloe staggered backward until the backs of her knees struck the chair. She caught herself against it, staring at me as though she no longer recognized the man standing in front of her. "No..." She shook her head once. Then again. "No... You can't mean that." I didn't answer. Because I did. "Julian, how can you be so heartless?" Her voice rose, cracking at the edges. "Evelyn doesn't have a child for you. I do. And you want me to get rid of your only child because of a woman who can't give you one?"

Fùck! I hope I made the right choice ending things with her. As much as it hurt me, she was better off without me. I couldn't risk her safety despite my feelings for her. *** JULIANA's POV I just came back from work and I was tired as hell. I walked into the kitchen hoping to make a snack. A salt and vinegar chip sandwich sounded so good right now. I quickly made it and took the first bite, moaning as the saltiness hit my tongue.