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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

"Is she coming?" I asked Vasilisa nervously as she walked out of the elevator, well she did not walk out of the elevator because Igor was carrying her but you get my point.

"She's forcing herself in an old dress," she laughed, "It looks like a crop top."

I could not help but laugh once Igor put Vasilisa down. "Is her mum helping her?"

"It's been the fight of the century," Igor chuckled, "I think she can detect you're up to something."

Just as we were chatting, Nika sent me a text that Malia was coming downstairs. I had been waiting for an hour so I was extremely glad.

The elevator dinged indicating her arrival and Malia came out with her hair down, light makeup on her face, her feet had somehow been stuffed into sandal heels; her toes looking like tiny baby potatoes, she wore a flowy skirt and I suspected her top used to be a blouse but now it was more of a crop top leaving her stomach all exposed to London winter.

Trinidadian Summer