Pretty Isla.

“I… I’m..” Janelle stammered. She knew what he had meant. “If you want to continue with that title, please behave yourself.” Ivan sounded calm but his words somewhat carried awful threats. “Ivan, you know that I love you. Why can’t you give me a chance?” Though intense fear running crazily over her, she still dared to ask. “I want to have a baby with you.” “I want to be your wife.”Janelle refused to stop today. She was enduring everything for a long time and yet she was nothing to him. “I don’t do romance.” Ivan turned around and walked towards the glass wall. He looked outside with unfathomable eyes. “You’re lying!You keep saying you sleep with a woman more that once and all those bullshit but why were you always running after Gian…?” She couldn’t afford to say Gianna name again. “I saw you kissing her and your desire for her. You lived with her and slept with her every night.” Janelle clenched her fists, thinking about her mortal enemy, Gianna. Then she ran and hugged Ivan from behin