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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? 

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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!

Ethan In Love

I held my fathers watch tightly to my chest like it would be snatched away from me. The family had left an hour ago including the caterers, the chefs and the servers. They had cleaned up so quickly you would think I was lying if I told you we were having a party just moments prior.

The penthouse felt oddly empty afterwards, that the vibrance of my family made it feel so much more alive just by their presence. I wished they had never left but I knew the longer they stayed the longer I would have to be away from Demyan.

My fathers watch was something I never knew about. Pa still kept boxes on top of boxes of his belongings and sometimes during very dark days I would find him clutching his shirts as he cried for him. The older I got the more I explored the boxes. I would find his diaries and I would read them for hours on end because it made me feel closer to him.

Isn't That Exciting Baby?