They knocked on the door again. This time, it was harder.Kayla heaved, rolled her eyes, and let the door wide open.Ryan and Evelyn were standing at the door, looking gorgeous and happy as a couple.Ivy became stiff when her eyes landed on them. Different emotions were in her eyes but that of betrayal was more vivid. Her inner man was telling her to run inside her bedroom however, she was curious. She wanted to know what she did wrong to deserve what they did. "Are you sure you haven't knocked on the wrong door?" Kayla asked, folding her arms. Anger was swelling within her and she shut her hands tightly, trying to control her anger.The couple pushed her aside instead of responding to her question, they walked majestically into the room and stopped in front of Ivy.Ivy shut her eyes and opened them almost immediately, she raised her head slowly and put on a bright smile. She was pretending to be happy. She didn't want them to see themselves as winners. "Oh! The latest couple is
Dillon LongIf I hadn't obeyed my instinct of asking my men to keep an eye on them, she would have escaped from me.My veins pucked after I finished talking to one of my men. He told me Ivy and her sister left their apartment with their luggage. I assumed they saw the news and decided to run away from me.Although I was angry, I couldn't stop the chuckle because of their naivety. So stupid of them to think they can escape from me when I had just started with them. I don't let my belongings sleep out and Ivy is one of them. She is mine now. "I will ask the driver to drop you off," I told Mirabel and walked into the bathroom. I need to cool my nerves and that can only be done by taking a cold bath. "Babe, I want to have you for the third time," She mumbled, trying to be seductive but it almost made me vomit. I threw her a disgusting look and stepped into the bathroom. I am sure she would leave before I finish my bath. Mirabel might be obsessed with me, she also knows what to do at
Ivy Hughes Kayla was still sleeping by the time I got to our suite. I tapped her hurriedly, waking her up.She whined, stretching and sitting up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes to be sure I was the one standing. "Ivy! Is it noon already? Are we checking out now?" She asked, dumbfounded. "No! But we have to leave here now,"I mumbled while pulling our luggage from the corner. I put on my shoes and stood by the door. Kayla was looking like it was hard to understand the only statement I made. "But why?" "He owns here. He was here a while ago," I replied, hastily.She twitched her face and opened her mouth to say something but halted, her twitched face shifted into a terrified expression. "What!" She removed the duvet from her body, got off the bed, slid her legs into her shoes and we dashed out of the hotel. "What did he do to you? Did he say something?" Kayla asked. She waved her hand, trying to stop a taxi. "He told me to prepare to move home," I replied. A taxi
Dillon Long I splintered my brain, trying to understand the reason this woman was so stubborn. Despite my warnings, she still decided to run away from me. She must know better than anyone that nobody can run away from me. Not in this country and not even in the country she was trying to run to, Alaska.I was sure she didn't know I owned half of the country she was running to. My properties are everywhere, from the airport to the crooks and corners of the country.I watched as she tried to trick me into letting her go without knowing I had already seen through her tricks. I wanted to stop her but she was fun to watch. So I let her continue with what she called smartness.I was irate. I just wanted to take her home and teach her a lesson she would never forget. I strode inside after giving her a reason to be stunned. I couldn't resist giggling when I saw her puzzled countenance. I got into the house and sat patiently on the couch, waiting for her. It took her a lifetime, however, she
Ivy Hughes He was forcing himself on me. I wanted to scream but my shameless body was reacting to his touches. I felt irritated. Wrath surged within me. I wanted to escape from him and slap him hard on his face but I couldn't. Even if I was able to evade him, I wouldn't be able to do anything. All I could do was shed tears and watch as he made my body his sex toy.I groaned when he slid his finger into my pussy but it came out as a moan. At that moment, I wanted to beat myself. How can this body be so unabashed?This cruel man was abusing you and all you could do was enjoy it? Thinking about it, I discovered I was at fault. I took advantage of him by getting married to him and I told him it was a facade the following morning. Nobody would be able to take that. "Ivy! You have to endure everything he does," I took a deep breath. I would let him have his way and we will be even when he is done. I will be able to live peacefully again.My breath became uneven when I remembered I hav
Ivy Hughes My heart stopped working when he ordered his men to take me to a dark room. Fear gripped me. I didn't know how to tell him I was afraid of darkness.We got to the dark room, however, it wasn't as dreary as he had pronounced it. It was just as spacious as his master bedroom. It had a bed and a small shelf beside it. There was no window except a small hole at the upper part of the room where the little ray shone into the room from.One of his men, who was carrying me, dropped me on the bed like I was a bag of sand and they strode out without glancing at me for a second. I wanted to hold their legs and plead with them to let me go but my ego took a better part of me.My trepidation increased when I heard them slam the door. They were gone.I sat up on the bed, folded my legs, and rested my head on my knees. Inwardly, I was praying somebody would come and help me. Or maybe Kayla would.Yes! Kayla! She must be hell worried about me. She must have lost her sanity already.After
Dillon Long My sanity went away when I saw Ivy lying unconscious on the cold floor. I wasn't thinking of anything when I picked her up but something was in my head. I don't want to lose her. Although, she was naive. She has made my life interesting. I wake up every day with different things to do and worry about.She opened her eyes and I could see it in her eyes. The anxiety. The uncertainties. The longing.Afterward, she blacked out.*. *. * After spending a lot of time in the theater. The head of the doctor came out. He sighed when he saw me and my heart tightened. "Remember that what you say will decide the fate of your hospital," I threatened.My voice was hoarse to him, but deeply, I was shaking and hoping it would be something else. "Your wife is safe and out of trouble, Mr. Dillon,"He confessed. I jumped like I had heard the best news of my life. I even carried him up absently. "Can I see her now?" "Of course. She will be taken to the VVIP ward in a few minut
Narrator's POV Dillon wasn't shocked to meet his mother and Mirabel in his house when he stepped into the house. He had been expecting them since he hadn't picked up Mirabel's calls for two days nor returned them.Ivy looked at him, puzzled, and he returned a reassuring glance. "Go upstairs," He said in a lowered tone. Ivy nodded and strode to the bedroom. Watching her go to Dillon's master bedroom, Mirabel dug nails into her skin. She clutched her teeth and was looking at her with killing intent.She flared up as soon as Ivy closed the bedroom door behind her. "What is that slut looking for here?" She asked, breathing laboriously because of anger. "Here? Does my mansion look like yours?" Dillon threw back mercilessly. His response shocked both his mother and Mirabel. He walked to his bar, poured himself a glass of Baron wine, and footed back to where they were seated. He took his seat on the couch opposite them. "Mother! Did you see that? She is the reason he's been negl