Ivan POV
My heart squeezes in my chest hearing her question. The bruises that mark her skin and her inability to hold my gaze has me itching to grab my weapon from my desk and murder everyone that has touched her. "I am Ivan Petrov. I am your brother." "I don't understand. How can you be my brother? Did our parents abandon you too," she practically whispers."Do you know anything about how you came to be in Maximus and Sylvia's home?"
"Sylvia constantly told me I was thrown away. That I was the child of a low-level solider that hated my existence because I was born of a wh*re he had only used for fun. From the time I was a child she said neither of my parents wanted me and I should have been aborted," she says. I fight the urge to clench my fists tighter. Not wanting to scare her anymore
