Angol
The Ivanov family exudes wealth and power, so when its founder shows up on the surgical roster of a third-year resident, even with me not laying eyes on her previously, I'm thrust under their spotlight.
Her son's, to be precise.
Maksim Ivanov is a walking red flag. He oozes confidence, and appears to have never been told no, but despite our differences, sparks ignite the moment we trade sultry glances.
The tension is white hot. I've never experienced such an immediate mutual connection. But as quickly as his mother was placed under my care, she is removed.
I assume her discharge will be the last I'll hear from the mysterious family, so I struggle to hold back my delight when I bump into Maksim weeks later.
He's darker than the man I'd met previously. More unhinged. But I am still drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Regretfully, he tries to make it seem as if the sparks are one sided.
He pushes me away as often than he draws me in, so you can picture my shock when I wake up after a night out drinking, wearing his ring.
I wanted to make him jealous.
I became his wife instead.
It could be mistaken as magical... until more than just the people I placed between us start showing up dead.
