Ivery’s POV.“Ladies first,” he said with a sly smile. I nodded, taking a deep breath. I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, my hands shaking slightly. I fumbled with the screen, unlocking it and opening the video gallery. There it was, the video of Diva in his penthouse trying to force him to sign the check. I held out the phone, my heart pounding in my chest.“Take a look,” I said, my voice trembling. He took the phone from me, a look of confusion on his face. He held it up to his eyes, staring at the screen. At first, he didn't seem to understand what he was looking at. Then, his eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He looked up at me, his face pale. “What is this?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. I took a deep breath, preparing to tell him everything. As I told him everything, I watched as his face twitched with anger. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. “How dare she try to do this,” he said, his voice filled with rage? “I need to deal with her.” His ha
Ivery’s POV.There, in my hands, was the DNA test, the results undeniable. Franco was the father of my children. How had he found out? Why had he been so silent all this time? A million questions raced through my mind, but I knew I wouldn't get any answers until I confronted him. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to be strong.As I tried to calm myself, I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. My hands trembled, and the room suddenly felt stiflingly hot. I looked up and my eyes met Franco's. I quickly looked away, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. I had so many questions, and I knew he had answers. But I didn't know if I could face him right now, with everything I had just discovered.The silence was broken by a question from Franco. "How long did you plan on keeping this from me?" he asked, his voice low and calm. I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. I looked at everything in the room but him
Ivery’s POV.One month later.I had heard so many stories about the bells ringing in the church on a wedding day, but I never thought I would get to experience it myself. I stood there, my heart racing, as the sound of the bells filled the air. It was a sound I would never forget, and it marked the beginning of a new life for me and my family. I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in the sight of the white wedding gown I was wearing. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I felt like I was in a dream. My hair was perfectly styled, and my makeup was flawless. I took a deep breath, trying to take it all in. Was this really happening? Was I really getting married? I looked at the door, waiting for the moment I would walk down the aisle.My mother, Cassy, and Owen, entered the room. "You look beautiful, my dear," my mother said, smiling at me. I blushed, grateful for her words. "It's time," Owen said, and I nodded, knowing that it was time to go. I took one last look
Ivery’s POV.As I walked inside the room, I could hear voices and laughter coming from the living room. Franco was still attending to the guests, making sure everyone was comfortable and happy. I headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The sound of the running water was soothing, and I took a moment to relax, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on my skin.I looked down at the ring on my finger, still in a bit of disbelief. I was married to Franco, the man of my dreams. It still seemed too good to be true. But the ring on my finger was a constant reminder of the love we shared, a symbol of our commitment to each other. I finished my shower, feeling refreshed and ready for the night.I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still damp and tousled. I sat down at the dressing table, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I put on a silky black nightgown that clung to my curves. I ran my hands over the smooth fabric, feeling the coolness against my skin. It was simple, yet
Franco’s POV.I could feel the warmth of the morning sun on my face, and I groaned in protest, not wanting to get out of bed. But then I heard a soft chuckle, and I opened my eyes to find Ivery's face inches from mine, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Looks like someone would rather not wake up,” she teased, snuggling closer to me. I couldn't help but smile, feeling the closeness of her body against mine.“Good morning, sunshine,” I said to her, my voice still thick with sleep. She smiled at me, and I felt my heart flutter. “Good morning, my love,” she replied, and I felt a surge of joy at hearing those words. I leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, savoring the moment.Waking up next to Ivery every morning for the past year has been a blissful experience. I never thought I could feel so much happiness, so much joy, just from being in her presence. Every day, I count my blessings for having her in my life. And every morning, I woke up grateful that she was by my side. It was like
Ivery's PovI rolled tiredly on the bed only to find myself staring at a figure of someone bracing me. My eyes were still heavy since I was just waking up and it made it hard for me to see the person so I just kept staring. I felt pressed and at the same time so weak to stand up. The pains around my body also didn't allow me to feel myself. But seeing the person beside me didn't make me focus and understand what was going on until I shut my eyes closed again and had a flashback to the other day. **Flashback**"Your mom has been diagnosed with heart cancer for a long time now and we kept telling you to let her have the operation but you've refused to bring her back until now that the cancer had risen to another stage," the doctor attending to my mother illness, spoke to me out of concern and I sensed bitterness in her tone. She was surely expressing how fatal my mom's sickness had become. I held my hands together to her table desk while I choke on tears. "I'm sorry, doctor. You sho
Ivery's PovI rolled my eyes already upset but still needed to be calm if truly I need to be with my phone. "I… I have no idea my phone was back there," I sputtered, looking for the right word to use. "Are you still at the pub? I will come get it.""I'll be waiting."It was hard to believe that I was returning back to the pub. I have decided to forget everything that happened yet I, myself, have to see him. Why must this life be so threatening? How I wish I never went into that pub. How I wish I had controlled myself from drinking so I wouldn't have to cause trouble for myself. The cab I took didn't take long before it got to the front of the bar and I ran my way inside, heading straight to the room that was booked the other day. Suddenly, I was stopped by the receptionist not to go any further. "Please ma'am, you haven't booked a room?" The lady at the desk said politely and I had to walk back to her. "I'm sorry. Pardon me. I would like to see someone in one of the booked rooms,"
Ivery's PovI heard the message alert and raised my phone to look at the phone screen. Franco's name was vividly written as the sender. I shut my eyes and tried not to listen to the word that kept ringing in my ears. Marry me? What audacity. I knew it wasn't going to end well for me and I was already prepared. I was not ready to start disturbing myself on an ingrate. Like for real; because we had a night stand meant he should go overboard? Pervert!I clicked on the message he sent and my mouth parted in amazement. ** Five million dollars will be yours to be my contracted wife for just a month**"Seriously?" I asked no one in particular and read the message close to five times to know if truly I saw right. I did! He promised to pay me five million dollars to be his wife just for one month. One month? Holy! This guy must be kidding me. "Who are you, Franco?" I thought to myself and picked up my phone to dial his number again. At the first ring, he picked. Of course, he was waiting fo