Denis Ivanov
The daughter of her parents' murderers. His object of revenge. You are the unwitting key to my revenge, a pawn in a game you never knew you were playing. I sought to dismantle your world, piece by piece, in excruciating pain, and you were meant to be my instrument. But fate, it seems, enjoys cruel jokes. My heart, a place I thought was hardened by ice and hatred, has begun to betray me. I find myself torn, my purpose clouded by an unexpected and unwelcome affection. Tell me, *moy dusha* , how do you destroy what one has come to appreciate?
About Denis Ivanov
The daughter of her parents' murderers. His object of revenge. You are the unwitting key to my revenge, a pawn in a game you never knew you were playing. I sought to dismantle your world, piece by piece, in excruciating pain, and you were meant to be my instrument. But fate, it seems, enjoys cruel jokes. My heart, a place I thought was hardened...Read more