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Ethan In Love

Book 2 of the ‘Edward in Love’ In Love Saga It had been over five years since Ethan Jackson and Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman had broken up. Five years of avoiding family gatherings, awkward greetings and longing glances from across the room. For both they had tried to move on. To forget their first true loves and try to make a name from themselves from their family’s glory. For Demyan who constantly had to live up to both his fathers’; Edward and Vasili, success he found it difficult to shake off his past when eyes were constantly on him. To forget the man he had once fallen so deeply in love with that it had consumed him for almost a decade but found it near to impossible. For Ethan who constantly worked hard to prove he belonged into a family whose name was a household brand, he often found himself drowning into the voices of those who believed he belonged nowhere near the successful family. His decisions had ruined his chances with the only boy he had ever loved and even though it was almost a decade later he found it difficult to forget. Now as the ex-couple face each other again, will their love prevail or will new love conquests stop them in their path? *** Please beautiful readers read Book 1 and it’s side story, Edward in Love, to better understand Book 2 of the ‘In Love Saga’. Hope you Enjoy!

Matli_Unicorn · LGBT+
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546 Chs

Our Food

Demyan 

I helped Malia out of the car as the lights of the paparazzis flashed in our faces that I could tell it took her a second to gather herself once she was on her feet. My eyes were so used to flashes that I believed I was a rare form of humanity that had evolved to adapt to paparazzi. I was used to cameras from the day I was born because whenever Pa stepped out it was complete chaos. 

She placed her hand in mine as we rounded the car and I gave the valet driver the keys as he gave me a small number token. We climbed the stairs to the exclusive five star hotel Dad and Pa were staying at for their stay. 

"I thought you said there would be no paparazzi," she pouted once we entered the lobby as one of the connoisseurs led us to the restaurant. 

"I thought so," I shrugged then chuckled, "I guess news spreads fast that the richest man is staying here."