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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

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Demyan 

"And why in the hell do you have to be this way?" I hissed once I stomped my way back into the house after EJ's big mouth had spilled very important beans to our children. Ethan had to bribe them by offering to take them out for ice cream and that finally added some calm. 

Lia was crying so hard you would have thought they had told her, her high school sweetheart husband had been killed in war. It was an absolute disaster and even Eli who had threatened Santas life barely seemed to get a grip of himself. 

"Listen, sometime in life you have to rip off the band-aid called life," Eli looked back at me before he continued to rummage through our perfectly organized fridge. I had spent hours perfectly packing all of Ethan's juice boxes according to color and flavor. He had his own high shelf of juice boxes because those were his big boy juice boxes. 

He was just tired of the children stealing his drinks every five minutes.