Novel & Cerita Summary For The One And Only Ivan

I didn’t even realize I’d been staring until Jia leaned toward me, following my gaze. “Holy shit,” she whispered. “Is that… Ivan?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “As in Ivan Clyde Gutiérrez? Izek’s little brother?” she gasped. “The grumpy kid who used to glare at everyone and looked like he’s always mad at the world?” I let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, Jia. That Ivan.” Jia’s jaw dropped. “No freaking way. That glow-up is unreal.” “Real as hell, Sis,” Yanna chimed in, eyes raking Ivan from head to toe. “Damn. Is it even legal to look that good?”

Fucking Ivan. I’d known him for years. The bastard rose through the Bratva ranks carving a path of bodies and broken deals. Ruthless didn’t even begin to cover it. He’d burned entire warehouses just to send a message, slit throats over minor insults, and once fed a man his own fingers for touching one of his shipments. Ivan was a cold, calculative bastard, and always smiling while he did it. But what really fueled the fire between us was simpler: Ivan had made it his personal mission to take whatever belonged to me.

the guard reported. “Find a pattern and lock onto it,” Ivan said. “Yes, sir,” the guard replied. The word came naturally, and I felt the shift. Ivan had stepped forward. The screen crackled again, and a faint cry broke through. My knees nearly gave out. “That is them,” I whispered. Ivan’s hands clenched tightly. “Keep the feed open,” he said. Then the voice returned. “You really came alone, and I almost expected you to disappoint me,” it said. Daniil did not respond.

For a long second, silence stretched. I cleared my throat. “Ivan.” “I know who you are,” he said evenly, his voice low but not hostile. “Danica’s friend from Greece. David, isn’t it?” “Yes.” I stepped forward, extending my hand, uncertain whether he’d take it. “I wanted to meet you properly.” He studied me for a moment before finally shaking my hand. His grip was firm despite the IV taped to his arm. “I thought you were her lover,” Ivan admitted bluntly.

he said. "And that was the end?" I asked. "Yes. I cut all ties with her. I never loved another woman again. But then I met you," he looked at me and smiled. "Why me? How was I any different than the other women you didn't trust?" I asked. "I don't know. After I saw you for the first time standing in front of me at the office, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were so nervous and willing to do anything I asked. Even if it meant facing possible humiliation. You were shy, yet strong-willed. But then when I hit on you, you immediately turned into a tigress," Ivan smirked. "I knew right then that you didn't give a shit about my money or my power which is why I knew you were the one. You wou

I won’t be mentioning the bit of my dream where Ivan ravishes me and leaves me a desperate pillow hugging mess though. Anyway, after being presented to the crowd, the fan favourites such as Xavier and Denton getting huge cheers and fanfare it comes down to the draw. Ivan did not describe himself as a favourite but of course he is. Martha has told me all about Ivan the Inferno. The fact his red hair stands out so well in the fighting ring means everyone knows who he is. Apparently he is savage but quick to kill. The crowd does not approve of ‘unsporting’ kills such as Xavier who tends to drag out the suffering for longer than is comfortable.

Ivan Anderson's steely gaze met theirs, his cigarette smoldering between his fingers. "You know I don't do one-night stand things," Ivan began, his tone grave. "Someone spiked my drink yesterday." Ivan, lost in the confusion of his own feelings and the surreal events, admitted, "I don't know what happened to me. When I saw her sitting on the bed, waiting for me... I just got carried away." Henry, ever the voice of logic in the face of Ivan's turmoil, frowned. "Mr. Anderson, who will wait for you?" His words, meant to clarify, only added to the confusion.

So it's better If I keep a safe distance from her for a time being. After getting ready I walk towards the dinning room only to see, shirtless Ivan preparing breakfast only with his trousers on. Sweat was dripping from his toned body , having broad shoulder with tiny waist giving a sexy look. This sight would be worth seeing for any girl. I am sure he will kill millions of girls with his just one sexy look. Girls are dying to get in bed with him. But this saint type of man has to go to bed only and only with his wife whom he will love. But the sad thing is that till now he has not found anyone for whom he would fall.

His eyes locked onto mine as he stepped closer. "I know you planned all this, and I need to know the truth, Ivan," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "Why did you do all this? The video, the proposal, everything… Why me?" Ivan’s expression grew serious as he reached out to take my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Because you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel alive, Veronica," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it sounds crazy, but when I’m with you, everything makes sense. I didn’t plan for it to happen like this, but after that night when I took your virginity, I realized you’re all I need."

I still don't know how to block others to invade my mind. "So... what happened? Wait- why are Ivy's pants ripped?" Ivan asked, waiting for us to explain the whole funny incident that happened. And so we did. We told him how he wants to impress this girl- who oddly feels familiar. If only we can get her name, it's itching me to know her name. "Why are you scratching your chin?" Ivan asked, frowning uncomfortably at me. "Huh? Oh... just had an itch." I patted my chin, smiling.