They all fell silent again with a few heads bowed down. Ivan let out a sigh, he felt like he was losing his sanity. His nightmares still stalked his dreams and he couldn't lie, he was afraid of the evil that lurked around in the darkness, waiting for him to lose his guard so they would strike him at once.Would he ever find the confidence to tell the truth to the world about who he was truly and when he did, would it all be worth it? Was the money, power and fame all worth the price for his sanity and safety? Was he any different from Charlie and Mr Andrews now?He turned around before he would break down in front of them and started towards the main entrance door but a voice stopped him in his steps. "I steal food from storage room sometimes, I feed them to people in my streets that are too poor to fend for themselves and I know I should have just asked you for me knowing how kind and free giving you are but I was afraid I would be overstepping." A young girl narrated as she walked

A smile curved on Ivan's lips as he stared back at his lover. "It's alright, can I have it?" Vienna blinked. "Huh?" She asked as she looked at the white paper in her hand. "Oh right! The letter." She stretched her hand towards him and handed him the letter. He took the letter with her hand and pulled her to his chest. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her close. "I'm sorry." He said plainly. He felt her arms wrap around him and his lips curved into a smile. "I'm the one who should be apologizing to you. I'm sorry for what I said behind your back." She tightened her hold around him as she spoke. Ivan shook his head. "You don't have to be sorry. I haven't explained anything to you since you got here and unlike normally, it's been nothing but drama on drama.""But I'm not asking any questions either, I know you'll come to me when the time is right and explain everything. There's no need to rush it when you have eternity to explain it to

For the first time in a while, Vienna was heading out of the house but there was nothing to wear but a repetition of clothes. She didn't make any complaints about it though but the heavy sigh she heaved was more than enough.Even though she had nowhere to go, she would have loved to have been given a heads up to pack her clothes when she was called over. For how long was she going to be with Ivan in his home and how long would she have to live with the same cloth repeated over and over and over again?But still, she never voiced out a complaint. Ivan gave a slight smile as she looked across his way which she mirrored. Her crazy brother-in-law had demanded an attention with her later in the afternoon. In his words, "share lunch with me."Since it was just him, she was barely interested in impressing him with the clothes she wore and he wouldn't even know that she had been repeating them but still, she did. She knew of the number of times she had worn it, wearing Ivan's top inside the

The large halls of the Wayne manor were empty, except for Ivan. All his mind allowed him was to think of Vienna. He heard footsteps approaching him from behind and he turned around, only for his eyes to meet with Misha's bow. "Good afternoon master Wayne." She said with a respectful bow. Unlike Alfred, she never called him young master Wayne, just master Wayne was fine to her. Plus, she was young too but most importantly, she felt there was no need to use his age to decide what to call him, her master was her master. "It only came to my knowledge a few minutes ago that you chose to skip breakfast." She continued. Ivan nodded with a gentle smile. "I had somewhere important to be and sitting to have breakfast would seem like a waste of time." "I see... Well, since you're here now, is there anything I can demand be made for you? Be it a fresh cup of coffee, or some calming tea if I may because you seem quite tense." Ivan's smile widened by a little. "Is it that obvious or I'm the o

The room was silent. Ivan shared a glance at Alfred who also looked at him. Judging from the look on his face, Alfred was comfortable with the idea. A question crossed Ivan's mind and he just had to ask it because leaving the question for himself alone, he might never get the answer. "I'm a little curious though... Okay not a little but a lot, I'm really curious. Why has Mr Andrews made any attempt to get to me? I was on my way to his house one year ago when I had an accident and ended up in a coma."Alfred's face scrunched into a confused look as he relaxed into his seat. For a second, different ideas crossed his mind but neither of them seemed to be making any sense. He sat back up and locked his fingers together as his brows furrowed. Why didn't he reach out for real? Was he possibly the cause of Ivan's accident? What was his real agenda all these while he made Ivan work for him? Did he probably already know about his true identity? If he already knew, then why would he still ta