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
The dinner table fell silent as the door swung open, and a tall, imposing figure strode in, carrying several sleek black boxes. Victor's most trusted associate, Liam, flashed a charming smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement."Good evening, everyone," Liam announced, his deep voice commanding attention. "Mr. Blackwood has sent a selection of rings for the future Mrs. Blackwood to choose from."Ethan's brow furrowed, his voice laced with disapproval. "What's the meaning of this?"Liam's smile never wavered. "Mr. Blackwood wishes for Ivy to select her engagement ring, a symbol of their commitment."Julian snorted, his disgust evident. "How romantic, a ring chosen by the groom, how quaint."Lucas shot Julian a warning glance, but Ivy's voice cut through the tension, firm and resolute."Take it all back; I don't want any of it."Liam's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "But, Ivy, you haven't even seen the rings."Ivy's response was icy. "I won't wear a ring c