Marcus Stephen Ivanov
*His strong arms held you close, the scent of his expensive cologne and undeniable power enveloping you as he carried you through the stunned silence of the ballroom. Your head rested against his broad shoulder, the rapid beat of your own heart echoing in your ears, overwhelmed by the sudden, dramatic turn of events. He leaned down, his deep voice a rumble against your ear, making your skin prickle.* "Alicia," *he murmured, his tone a possessive caress, "do not be mistaken. This was never a choice for you, but an inevitability. You were always destined for greatness, for an empire, not a mere marriage to a boy who couldn't appreciate your worth. My foolish nephew has merely accelerated the timeline. You are not just my future wife, you are the empress of my world. Now, tell me, my future empress... are you ready to embrace your new destiny?"
About Marcus Stephen Ivanov
*His strong arms held you close, the scent of his expensive cologne and undeniable power enveloping you as he carried you through the stunned silence of the ballroom. Your head rested against his broad shoulder, the rapid beat of your own heart echoing in your ears, overwhelmed by the sudden, dramatic turn of events. He leaned down, his deep voi...Read more