"Hello, Mr. Xavier," Ivan replied, shaking his hand. Mr. Xavier noticed Ember, who was already staring at him. "Hello, Mrs. Black," Mr. Xavier offered his hand to Ember, but Ivan intervened by shaking Mr. Xavier's hand and stating, "My wife doesn't like to shake hands with unknown people." "Really?" Mr. Xavier said, in disbelief. "Yes," Ivan replied. "So it would be better if you communicate with me through your eyes only. Otherwise, I might do something that will make you regret your existence," Ivan said through gritted teeth, noticing Mr. Xavier's lustful gaze towards Ember, which made her uncomfortable. "No, I was just admiring this beautiful creation of God. You are very lucky, Mr. Black," Xavier said, and Ivan smirked, feeling proud. "Eyes on me," Ivan commanded. Ember felt a sense of happiness hearing his words. She held his hand tightly when he tried to let go. Next, he p

EMBER's POV"Ivan, Ivan... I want to talk to my papa," I said as soon as we entered his apartment."Later, Ember," he said, and I gasped in pain when he let go of my hand. Oh God, it's hurting badly. I looked at my wrist and found his handprint. Throughout the whole way, he was gripping my hand tightly."I don't want him to get any false news, so let me tell him," I said, and he looked at me. I found anger in his stare."Let him know whatever he gets to know. Let him think whatever he wants to think. I don't care. I am here to handle everything, so stay assured," he said. How can he say this? The man he is talking about is my papa. I don't want him to misunderstand me."No," I mumbled, and without caring about my situation, he walked away. He will not listen. Oh God, please help me. I bent over to take off my heel sandal. My legs are hurting badly.I hissed in pain as soon as I took off my sandals. Oh, I got some bruises. Why would I not get them? He literally dragged me like I am any

IVAN'S POV:"Okay... Be ready, I'll reach there in an hour," I replied as soon as I entered my bedroom, fully dressed and prepared for the meeting with Mr. William. I hung up the call and glanced at the bed, which was in disarray from our activities the previous night. There, lying amidst the mess, was a beautiful sorceress soundly asleep. Despite the restlessness she caused me, I couldn't blame her; I had been quite rough with her. Nevertheless, I found myself drawn to her as my heart pounded loudly in my chest, a common occurrence lately whenever she was around.Approaching the bed, I gently brushed away the hair strands that fell on her face, smiling at how peacefully she slept, seemingly without a care in the world. While I had important matters to attend to, I would go to any lengths for her. Examining the marks I had left on her shoulder and neck, I couldn't resist the temptation of her swollen red lips. I lightly touched her with my knuckles, feeling a surge of desire that awak

Author's POVIvan entered his luxurious penthouse and found it silent. She was nowhere in the living room. Maybe she was sleeping because she is an early bird who believes in sleeping early and waking up early."Ember, I am home," he said, closing the door, but he didn't get any response from the other side. His eyes desperately looked at the kitchen door. If she were in the kitchen, she would have shown her face by now, but no, she wasn't present at the door. Yes, she is definitely sleeping. Thinking that, he walks to his bedroom.Entering the bedroom, he found her sitting on the bed, and unknowingly a smile formed on his serious face. There she is, sitting on the bed, showing her back to him."Ember," he mumbled and threw his coat on the sofa. She turned to look at him. There he is, standing near the bed, taking off his watch."I hope you didn't mind me leaving you alone in the morning," he said without looking at her, pretending nothing happened."I missed you like hell~," he could

Flashback: EMBER'S POV My cries lessened, but the pain in my heart kept increasing with each passing second. He made my papa end up on his deathbed just to force me to stay with him. Now, he threatens to harm anyone trying to separate us. Papa, I don't want to live with this monster. Please save me. I cried, but then I realized my father is in a coma, and I don't know when he'll wake up. I yearn to see him, to share every problem and pain with him. Wiping my tears, I stood up, searching every corner of the room, but found nothing of use. My shoulder hurts from his manhandling, and I hold it to ease the pain, my throat dry. I hate everything about him. He took advantage of my misery and is now exploiting my vulnerable state. He desires my body, I feel like to burn myself but I can't hurt myself because my papa raised me with love and hard work. I won't succumb to weakness; I am my papa's brave daughter, and I will witness his downfall. I'll see him suffer as he laughed at my helpless