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The force of the slap echoed through the hospital corridor. Ivan stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what had just transpired before his eyes. His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and disbelief as he shouted at his grandmother. "What did you just do? Natalie would never hurt Carter! She is his biological mother!" Rage pulsated through Ivan's veins as he reached into his pocket, retrieving the documents that his assistant had given him earlier. Without hesitation, he hurled them towards Old Lady Dione, his eyes blazing with anger. The papers fluttered through the air before landing at the old lady's feet.

Ivan tutted as he gazed into the long distance. After a while, he turned to Poco and Lee. “Search around the dock in detail.” After hours of searching, a voice called out. “Boss, there is a letter.” Poco brought the folded piece of paper, worn out at the edges and stained to Ivan. Ivan unfolded the paper and read what was written in it. “Game on?” His eyes darkened. “The person that wants to challenge has not been born yet.” It seems they can't wait anymore, Ivan thought as he tore the paper into tiny pieces.

My hand came up to his forehead, removing the glower he had. Evan sighed, grasping for my hand with his uninjured one, lacing our fingers. The IV that’s still clinging on his hand dangles as he moves. “I’d like to go home, Princess,” he murmured in all seriousness. I pressed his hands, playing with his fingers. “Dr. Olivia said you should stay here for another five days.” Evan gazed at me with those pleading honey eyes. “Please?” He never says please for no reason and damn those eyes. Where will I ever find the strength to say no?

However, there was something about the picture, apart from the greying hair and blue-grey eyes, that showed the precise difference between Ivan and the man. Two things, exactly. First was the deep and mesmerizing dimple in his right cheek that showed even though he wasn't smiling in the picture. And second was the almost-faded beauty spot on the upper part of his forehead near his hairline. I had to stare hard enough to notice the last one, though. My eyes wandered down to the text below the image and I found myself gaping. Even a kindergartener would have immediately guessed that the man was Ivan Trevelyan's biological dad.

Ivan was there, hands clasped and head bowed, assuming a posture of reverence. “The students in your school possess a curious belief that a prayer to you ensures success in any exam, given your excellence in studies. Hence, I am performing this ritual,"Ivan explained. Reveling in the aftermath of his worshipping gesture, he couldn't help but savor a taste of triumph. “Where on earth did you pick up such an absurd tale?" Renee,left utterly speechless, grappled with the absurdity. Was there a glitch in his thought process? “The whispers traveled through the corridors of your school's online forum,"Ivan continued with a grin. "Many students adorned their study spaces with your portraits before

I sat on a large couch in the room while he walked behind a bar section to grab a glass, there was already a glass on the center table with a clear liquid. “Ivan, right?” He said as he offered me the glass filled with the same clear liquid. I took the glass “Yes, thank you” I said nicely I waited for him to introduce himself but got nothing. “Uhhm.. what is your name?” I asked in a low voice If anything, this man was intimidating as fuck. “William” Great! One word response “You look good” he suddenly said, triggering an embarrassing heat on face. “You look so hot” I admitted “You’re not a virgin are you?” He asked

I screamed as I ran up the stairs, “The only person permitted to scream my name, is my girlfriend “ came Ivan’s reply as he shifted his gaze from the p**n magazine in his hand. It always amazed me how he read that with no shame, not like I didn't have mine stuffed under my bed, but they were there for a reason. “ I see you still have jokes,” I said, giving him the fakest smile I could muster. Ivan has to be the corniest person I know, but he's however the only person who would possibly have answers to what I was going to ask, just had to be him. “Tell me about the Igors, I say “ he considers me for a while then replies, “You are not their type”, my face reddened with anger, I didn't care mu

he mumbled into his father’s pants. “What about school? What grade are you in?” Silence. “Ivan,” Maxwell said gently, “the lady asked you a question.” “First grade,” Ivan whispered without looking at me. “That’s wonderful! Do you have a favorite teacher?” Ivan peeked around Maxwell’s chair to glare at me, then disappeared again. “I brought you a book,” I said desperately, reaching for the picture book I’d selected. “It’s about a little boy who goes on adventures.” Ivan immediately turned his back to me completely.

Yes, that is what he is good at, to run like a coward, just like he did ten years ago, to pretend like Madeline was asking the wrong question, like the man they were talking about hasn't been invading his sleep, awakening his primal desire, igniting the fiery fire crossing through his veins. "Does she know you like men? That you have a thing for men, like Shawn Maddox?" Madeline hit the nail on the head with the last question that made Ivan stand rooted in the spot. Ivan turned to look at her, his lip trembling slightly as though he wanted to say something.

“You dragged my name into it.” Ray’s hands trembled. “I swear, I only said your name once—” Ivan’s laugh was short, humorless. “Once is all it takes.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “You think the school can keep you safe from me, Ray?” The color drained from Ray’s face. He shook his head quickly, words tumbling out. “N-no, Ivan, I wasn’t thinking straight—” Ivan leaned back, looking calm, almost bored, though his eyes never left him. “Yeah. That’s your problem. You don’t think.”