The Romanov Sisters Book Novels & Stories

IVAN'S POV The penthouse office smells of stale espresso and my father’s impending stroke. For forty-eight hours, the Romanov empire has been operating on pure, unadulterated chaos. My older brother, Nikolai, the golden boy who was supposed to shoulder the weight of this family, went and got himself married out of nowhere. No warning. No strategic alliance. Just a sudden, reckless leap that left the family business fractured and my father absolutely unhinged.

"Remember we're here for you, honey. Anytime you need us. We've had years of dealing with the Romanov twins. We can help diffuse any hot tempers if required." "I know." Cassia hugged her aunt tightly. There had always been a close bond between the two families and that would never change. Most likely, that was down to the close sibling link between the Romanov twins. She was lucky to have such an amazing extended family, even if she did wish Elina was more inclined to join in with some of their family gatherings. Although she was part of that extended family, she had always gravitated towards Liam's side as opposed to the Alexanders.

In a world where I wasn’t this broken. *** Welcome to Season 2 of The Heiress and the Four Brothers~ 01102025, Anne Joyce

The mansion is filled with people, not only those who work for the Royal family but with the family themselves. How is it that two hundred people all became blind to such violence? The abuse Anna inflicted on Jenna started from toddlerhood. That bitch taught her children to do the same thing; then, the woman turned a blind eye to her son’s sexual abuse of Jenna. I will never believe that woman didn’t know what was going on right under her nose, especially when she enjoyed Jenna’s pain so much. Lilly sent Cora, one of our older maids, to pick out clothes and essentials for Jenna. Cora is one of our most trusted maids. She pretty much runs the mansion and has since Mum became Queen and Luna of

"In four weeks, I have identified and neutralized deep-cover Volkov intelligence assets embedded across three of our families. I broke an economic siege on the Moretti infrastructure using intelligence my father left exclusively to me." I shift my gaze to Orlov. "I possess the Romanov ledger. I possess the alliances. The Romanov Syndicate is not dead. It was dormant. And I’m the one waking it up." Orlov sneers, a cold, ugly expression. "You hold a book your father wrote. Viktor held the streets. Viktor held the soldiers. What exactly do you bring to this table that your uncle did not?" I don’t break eye contact with the Russian. I keep my voice calm.

Taking a step forward, I moved closer to my step-sister, dropping my hand at her mid back. “Is that how you treat your step-brother, Ivana Orlov?” I gritted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not an Orlov. I'm Ivana Alex.” she argued, trying to get my hand off her small back. “I kill men for less, Ivana,” my warning came out more terrifying than expected. She was provoking me and I needed to put her where she rightfully belongs. No one disrespected or disobeyed the Bratva and still remained alive. Well, except for the rude little lamb beside me.

Romanov asked, not taking his eyes off his blood-stained hands. “He’s not doing well. I called Lavinia, and it seems he still hasn’t woken up.” Romanov let out a heavy sigh, his clenched fists trembling with frustration. “Alright... make sure Mery doesn’t die. In fact, neither of them. They don’t need me there. Do what you always do, Valmont. Handle everything. After all, Mery is your older sister.” “Yes, sir.” “And Barbara? Where is she?” Romanov asked, his voice calm, but rage burned in every word.

The way he said it made me feel guilty but I had to just put up a front as if her behavior wasn't affecting me. 'I was all riled up about...' 'About Emma. Yes I know,' Roman caught into what I was saying. 'What should rile you up about that anyway? Maybe if you were the one she stuck the silver knife into, you wouldn't be riled up,' he hissed as he took the towel to dry his hair. 'She was our sister,' I said in my defense. 'Your sister Roy? She was never truly our sister. She has been trying to destroy this family from the get go. Someone who can be that patient to carry out such an evil act is not just wicked, she is plain evil,' Roman said angrily.

"Whatever, they are too kind and funny to be evil, leave that for Arizona; she is the evil one. Good night my dear wolves, tomorrow is my date with my Prince charming" Odin told the wolves yawning in process. She slept off. Back in the chamber the Elite sisters were, Liva, Olivia, Ara and Annabel were sitting in a circle form, black candle burning in their midst. "You know what to do, Annabel, once the prince sees you, he would forget about anything else and do what you tell him to do". Olivia told their youngest sisters. Annabel nodded. "I know sisters". Liva started making some incantations. A ghostly form came out right from the black candle.

Jerome wasted no time, she trod to their room which was on the far right of their kids' whiles Randy and Phidel raced down stairs with Phidelia. Not soon at they got to the car that Jerome joined them. With shaky hands, she managed to unlock the car. Phidel settled in the right seat in the back, beckoning her father to lay her sister next to her. Randy obliged, gently laying her down as he puts her head on her sister's laps. Phidel glanced down on her sister's pale face, brushing her hand through her hair as she still struggles for breath. "It's gonna be okay Phidelia, mum and dad are here to help."