The function drew to a close. Victor's voice cut through the din of conversation, his words dripping with an air of possessiveness. "So now that Ivy has become half 'Blackwood', her safety is my responsibility."
Julian's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "What do you want to say, Victor?" Victor's smile was smooth and calculated. "Ivy will stay with me from now on." Julian's laughter was incredulous. "What nonsense? She won't live with you; you're not married yet." Victor's eyes glinted with amusement. "Yes, but if not today, then it will happen soon. And I don't trust Smith's securities, so..." Julian's face twisted in rage, his fists clenched at his sides. He took a step forward, but Ethan's hand shot out, grasping his arm. "Let her go, Julian," Ethan warned, his voice low and urgent. But Julian shook him off, his eyes blazing with fury. "What the f*vk you, Victor?" Ethan's grip tightened, holding Julian back. "She will go," he said, his voice firm. Julian's face contorted in anguish. "Brother, no..." Ethan's expression was grim. "Sooner or later, she will have to live with Victor. It doesn't matter whether we want it or not; it will happen. It would be better if Ivy gets used to it." Tears streamed down Ivy's face as she listened to the exchange, her heart heavy with despair. She felt like she was being torn away from her family, from the only people who truly cared for her. Victor's voice cut through her thoughts, his words dripping with triumph. "Good, spend as much time as you want with your brothers today. You may or may not get this chance again, but be prepared tomorrow. Pack whatever you want to take. Liam will come to pick you up tomorrow morning. And don't be late." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Ivy feeling shattered and alone. She turned and ran towards her room, the sound of her brothers' voices fading into the distance. As she reached her room, she slammed the door shut behind her, leaning against it to catch her breath. Tears streamed down her face, her heart heavy with grief. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was being consumed by the darkness that was Victor Blackwood. She slid down to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. She knew she had to be strong, for her family's sake, but it was hard to see a way out of this nightmare. She was trapped, and she didn't know how to escape. ************************* Vy stood on the balcony, her gaze lost in the darkness of the night. The stars twinkled above, but their beauty was lost on her. She felt trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage. The sound of footsteps echoed behind her, and she knew it was Julian. "Sorry, Ivy. I couldn't do anything for you," Julian said, his voice laced with regret. Ivy turned to face him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. "No problem; it was bound to happen one day. I hate that, Victor." Julian's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "I know, me too." Ivy's gaze drifted to the ring on her finger, and Julian followed her gaze. "This ring is like a shackle on your hands," he said, his voice low and bitter. Ivy nodded, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're right. He considers himself my owner. And for him, I'm his submissive. He doesn't care about me; he just wants to have me. He's proved that I have no control over my life and my choices. All control is his." Julian's face twisted in rage. "What are you saying, Ivy?" Ivy's voice was barely above a whisper. "This ring, the ring of my choice, it was all a show. This is not the ring I liked. He changed the ring. He proved that I have to do what he wants." Julian's grip on her shoulders tightened. "Ivy, calm down, okay? You remember what I said. You have to do what you want. You are not his slave, and you have to prove it." Ivy nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. Julian's words were a balm to her soul, but she knew it wouldn't be easy. Victor had already shown her his true colors. Julian's expression softened, and he pulled her into a hug. "You must be tired. You should rest now. Go to sleep; good night, baby." He kissed her on the forehead, and Ivy felt a lump form in her throat. She knew she had to be strong, for herself and for her family. As Julian walked away, Ivy's gaze fell on the ring again. She felt a surge of anger and determination. She would not let Victor control her. She would fight back, and she would make him regret his decision. "I'm coming for you, Victor," she whispered to herself. "You'll regret your decision soon." The darkness of the night seemed to pulse with her anger, and Ivy felt a sense of purpose. She would not be defeated. She would rise, and she would take back control of her life. Ivy turned and walked back into her room, the ring on her finger seeming to mock her. But she knew she would not be mocked for long. She would make Victor pay for what he had done to her. ************************* The next day, Ivy stood in the foyer of her family's mansion, her luggage packed and ready to go. Liam, Victor's chauffeur, stood beside her, his expression impassive. Ivy's heart was heavy with sadness as she gazed around the familiar surroundings, knowing she would miss her home and brothers dearly. Julian approached her, his eyes shining with tears. "Baby, be strong, okay? You are Smith, and I am proud of you," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. Ivy burst into tears, and Julian enveloped her in a tight hug. "Thank you," she whispered. Next, she hugged Lucas, who held her close, his eyes closed in pain. Finally, she turned to Ethan, but his expression remained cold, his eyes distant. Ivy felt a pang of hurt, unsure why her eldest brother treated her with such indifference. Liam cleared his throat, his voice interrupting the emotional moment. "If this family drama of yours is over, then should we go now? We are getting late, and I have more important work to do." Ivy nodded, wiping away her tears. "Okay." As she turned to leave, Julian grabbed Liam's arm, his grip tight. "If anything happens to my sister, tell your Victor to be ready for war," he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity. Liam smirked, his expression unyielding. "She's safe as long as she doesn't do anything stupid. We all know Victor's temper. I hope you explained everything to your sister." Julian's face twisted in anger. "One day, I will kill you and your boss." Liam chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'll wait." With that, he turned and sat in the car, leaving Ivy to take one last look at her family's mansion. She gazed up at the imposing structure, her heart heavy with sorrow. She knew she might never set foot in this house again, and the thought was almost too much to bear. *************Julian's face twisted in anguish as he pleaded with his brothers. "We shouldn't send Ivy there; she's not married yet. It's not right."Lucas's expression turned stern, his voice firm. "That's why we are sending Ivy there. Do you think we don't care about our only sister? I had promised our dying mother that I would take care of her more like a father than a brother. We care about her more than you, Julian."Ethan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in determination. "Just one mistake from Victor, and it won't take me even a moment to kill him. We agree to let Ivy go there so that we can bring her back forever. Victor is a short-tempered man; surely our little devil will let his temper get high easily."Lucas nodded in agreement. "If he touches our sister even a little bit, we will not let him go easily. It is clearly stated in the agreement that if our sister gets even slightly hurt, then the agreement ends there."Julian's eyes widened in horror. "So you want Victor to hurt Ivy?"
Ivy's smile grew wider as she set her belongings in Victor's bathroom, her mind racing with mischief. "Perfect, mean Victor," she whispered to herself. "Who do you think you are, wanting me to stay with you, then why did we stay in separate rooms? I am your fiancé, after all."As she finished unpacking, Ivy's thoughts turned to Maria's words: "Sir likes to be neat about his things; he doesn't like his things messed up." A sly smile spread across her face as she remembered the warning.After her shower, Ivy made a point to spread Victor's carefully arranged products all over the bathroom. Shampoo, body wash, and skin care products were scattered everywhere, their sleek packaging now cluttering the countertops. Ivy's laughter echoed through the room as she imagined Victor's face when he saw the mess.As she changed into a fresh outfit, Ivy heard the sound of a dog barking. Confused, she wondered when Victor had gotten a pet. She hadn't seen any sign of a dog when she arrived.Curios
The evening sun cast a warm orange glow over the penthouse, and Ivy felt a growing sense of restlessness. She had spent the day cooped up inside, and the confinement was starting to get to her. Max, sensing her boredom, wagged his tail and whined softly, as if urging her to take action.Ivy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed at Max. "You know what, boy? I think we need a walk."She quickly changed into her sneakers and grabbed Max's leash. As they made their way to the main entrance of the building, Ivy felt a thrill of excitement. She had been stuck inside for too long, and the prospect of fresh air and freedom was exhilarating.But as they approached the entrance, Ivy's excitement was short-lived. Two burly guards stepped forward, their arms crossed and their faces stern."Ma'am, you're not allowed to go out," one of them growled.Ivy's eyes narrowed. "What's your problem? I just want to go for a walk."The guard's expression didn't budge. "This is a strict order from the bo
Victor entered his room; he was met with a scene of utter disarray. His belongings were scattered haphazardly across the floor, as if a tornado had swept through, leaving chaos in its wake. A wet towel lay draped across his bed, its soggy presence an affront to his sense of order. With a flick of his wrist, Victor picked up the offending towel, holding it between two fingers as if it might contaminate him.He strode towards the bathroom, shedding his clothes as he went, his movements economical and precise. But as he stepped into the bathroom, his foot skidded on a patch of slippery liquid, sending him stumbling. His hand shot out, grasping the sink with a vice-like grip, preventing him from crashing to the floor."Little Smith," he muttered, his voice low and even, but with a hint of irritation.Victor showered, the water pounding against his skin, washing away the fatigue of the day. As he emerged, he felt refreshed, and his mind sharpened. He padded towards his closet, expecting to
The air was thick with tension as they sat at the dining table, Ivy's eyes blazing with anger as she stared at Victor. His expression remained impassive, but his voice was laced with a subtle warning."It's better to eat something instead of staring at me; otherwise, your brothers will think I don't take proper care of you."Ivy's gaze never wavered, her voice trembling with rage. "I want to go home. I'm bored here, with no one to talk to, and I'm a prisoner. You've taken my mobile, and I can't even leave. Thankfully, Max is here with me."Victor's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in a tight line. "You're not going anywhere from here. This is your home now, and I won't send you back to Smith Mansion. Your mobile is gone because I won't let you plan anything against me with your brothers."Ivy's face contorted in anguish, tears welling up in her eyes. "You don't trust me; that's why you've imprisoned me here."Victor's expression turned glacial, his voice dripping with disdain. "I
In the dimly lit meeting room, three brothers, Ethan, Lucas, and Julian, waited with bated breath for their rival, Victor Blackwood, the leader of the infamous Blackwood mafia family. Ethan's patience was wearing thin, his anger simmering just below the surface."He should have been here by now," Ethan growled, his voice low and menacing. "What does that bastard think of himself? Will we wait for him all day?"Lucas placed a calming hand on Ethan's shoulder. "Calm down, brother. Victor knows the importance of this meeting."Julian nodded in agreement. "He wouldn't dare miss it."Just then, the door swung open and Victor Blackwood strode in, his eyes locked on Ethan with a hint of amusement. The air was electric with tension as the two enemies faced off.Ethan's jaw clenched, his teeth gritted in frustration. "You're late, Blackwood."Victor smirked, taking his seat. "I can do what I want, Ethan. You know that."The mediator, Mr. Jenkins, cleared his throat, his voice stern. "Gentlemen
They entered the grand mansion, Ivy's face lit up with joy, and she sprinted towards Lucas, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Brother, oh my God, where the hell have you been? I've been waiting for you for so long!"Lucas chuckled, hugging her back warmly, while Julian smiled, happy to see his sister so carefree. However, Ethan's expression turned stern, his voice firm. "Behave and watch your language, Ivy. This isn't Eldrida, and we didn't send you to study abroad in Valtoria just to pick up their habits. Remember your roots."Ivy's bright smile faltered and her face paled, as if Ethan's words had sucked the happiness out of her. "Sorry, brother," she mumbled, her eyes downcast.Ethan's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained firm. "In my office, now. There's something important to discuss." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Ivy looking crestfallen.Julian stepped forward, his voice gentle. "Baby, don't be sad. He's happy you're home; he just w
The next morning, the Smith brothers—Ethan, Lucas, and Julian—gathered around the dining table, enjoying their breakfast. Ivy, however, was absent, busy getting ready to go out. Ethan, noticing her absence, asked, "Where are you going?"Ivy appeared at the doorway, her hair styled and makeup applied. "To meet my friends," she replied, her voice cheerful.Ethan's expression turned stern. "No need; you won't go anywhere."Ivy's face fell, but she pleaded, "Brother, let me live freely for at least a few days. I promise I'll be careful."Lucas, seated at the head of the table, intervened, "Ok, go, Ivy."Ivy's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, brother!"Ethan scowled, his voice firm. "It's not safe for her to go alone."Lucas countered, "She's Victor Blackwood's future wife; do you think she'll be alone? She'll have his protection. Besides, Ivy needs some freedom. We, the Smith brothers, can't keep her locked up forever."Ivy smiled, relieved, and turned to leave. Ethan's voice stopp