CHAPTER 3
( The Next Day ) " What took you so long? I got drunk and got into this mess because of you! " Ivy said, fuming. " Babe relax, I'm sorry I didn't know we would eventually leave for his house plus I was drunk as well" Emily said, trying to defend herself. Ivy sighed and sat down on the nearby couch. " I'm sorry for yelling, I'm just worried this might get out to the press plus I don't even know him, how the heck did I sleep with someone I don't know.......wait a minute, what if he tries to blackmail me? " Ivy asked, her heart pounding. " Relax, have you forgotten your best friend is an attorney? I've got your back " Emily said, as she gave her a reassuring smile. That was true, there was no way he could blackmail her when she had one of the top attorneys beside her. Ivy's pounding heart died down and she finally smiled. " So.....how was it? " " How was what? " she asked with a raised eyebrow. " You know......did you enjoy it? And don't tell me you didn't, cos I know you did " Emily teased. " Well......I did, gosh It felt like I was on cloud 9 and ......I didn't want him to stop and damn did he look so fine " She blurted. Intimacy with Ethan had always felt like a chore to her and her passion was long lost or so she thought until she met him. " Girl..... I've not seen you get excited over a guy for years now. Now I wish you guys had met platonically I'm sure you would have hit it off but hey you might still meet again " " I'd really love that but I fear I might die of embarrassment if I see him " She burst out laughing as she remembered how she had tiptoed out of the hotel room while he was still asleep. Ivy and Emily laughed cheerfully until they parted ways and Ivy headed straight to her company. She sat in her office reviewing documents but her thoughts were all over the place, images from the previous night with Mr Stranger flooded her mind and she sighed out of frustration when Mary ,her personal assistant walked in. " Ma'am" she said, bowing slightly. " Yes, what is it? she asked not breaking her concentration from the documents. " I just got an email from the Lilies Club about your request to join " Ivy looked up almost immediately. She had been expecting that email for weeks now. " And...... " Ivy asked anxiously. " They rejected your request Ma'am " Mary said, disappointment written all over her face. " What?........but.....but why? We've met all their requirements haven't we? We make over $50 million every 2 months , we've been featured on the front page of the TYB Magazine and for God's sake I'm the second most successful Female CEO in this country, what else do they want ?! " she spoke, almost yelling. Mary seemed to hesitate before she finally spoke " You are a divorcee, they said you have to be married to get in " " What the actual heck?! Since when was that part of their requirements? " she asked, her face twisted in rage. " Sorry ma'am, it seems they just updated that " Her chest heaved heavily with different emotions. She had been trying to get a hold on the biggest investor in the country to no avail, and had recently heard that he was in town but only attended to those in popular business clubs. Lilies Club was the only female club in the country, where all top female CEOs come together and they had very strict rules. The club was supposed to be a stepping stone to meeting the investor and now they had rejected her due to her marital status. " Thank you Mary, you can go " Mary walked out of the room and Ivy sunk in her seat deep in thought, She had to think of a way to get the investor into her company as fast as she could. She had been eyeing the top spot for years now and the only thing standing between her and the top spot was the Lilies Club. She sighed as she grabbed her bag and bolted out of the room. .................................. In the dimly lit bar, Ivy sat at the counter, swirling her drink, her mind heavy with the sting of rejection from the exclusive club. The clinking of glasses and distant chatter provided a backdrop to her thoughts. Just as she was lost in her contemplation, a familiar figure entered the bar. It was Wilson, her best friend's brother, a person she hadn't seen in years. Their eyes met across the room, and something flickered in Ivy's eyes as she watched him approach. As Wilson drew closer, Ivy's heart raced, wondering what this chance encounter might bring to her evening. Wilson settled onto the barstool next to Ivy, he greeted her with a warm smile. "Ivy, it's been ages! What brings you to this side of town?" he inquired, genuine curiosity in his voice. Ivy returned the smile, though a hint of weariness lingered in her eyes. "Just needed a breather, Wilson. Tough day at the office, when did you get back?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink. Wilson's expression softened as he observed Ivy. "Not quite long, You look like you could use a break. Want to talk about it?" he offered, a comforting tone in his voice. Ivy hesitated for a moment before deciding to share. "I got rejected from that club I've been eyeing. They said being divorced didn't fit their image," she confessed. Wilson's eyes narrowed slightly at the injustice. "That's ridiculous. You're a powerhouse, Ivy. Don't let their narrow-mindedness get to you," he encouraged, his words carrying a sense of unwavering support. Their conversation flowed, weaving through memories of the past and dreams for the future, creating a bond that felt both familiar and new. In that moment, amidst the clinks of glasses and hum of conversations in the bar, Ivy found solace in Wilson's unexpected presence and the genuine connection they shared. She had a crush on him back in the days but didn't speak up out of fear he wouldn't feel the same about her and so she had kept it to herself. Wilson suddenly cleared his throat, breaking the brief silence. " What if you get married ,that way you'll be accepted " he pointed. "Wilson, wait, you're suggesting I actually get married to join the Lilies Club?" "It's just a thought. If you're serious about this investor, marriage might be the way in. Think about it." "Marriage for a club membership? That's extreme, Wilson. I need to find another way, a real solution.....I can't afford to marry a stranger and go through what I went through with Ethan all over " "But what if you don't marry a stranger? "CHAPTER 15 "Oh fuck! harder Marcus!" Irene screamed, as a tall muscular figure rammed into her from behind, gripping her steadily as he let himself loose inside her. Sounds of his meat sliding in and out filled the room as their bodies moved in a fast pace, Irene's hand gripped the sheets tightly as her moans became louder before they both cried out in pleasure. Irene collapsed with a satisfied smile. Her body felt sore but the tingling sensation in between her thighs reminded her that all the pains she felt was worth it. As she sat up on the bed, Marcus walked over with a glass of champagne and handed it over to her. The man, tall and handsome, with piercing blue eyes, smiled back at her, his gaze lingering on her face. As they chatted and flirted, Irene couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was her secret, her escape from the pressures of being a high-powered CEO. No one knew about her affair, not even her closest friends and family. The man, whose name was Mar
CHAPTER 14 As Ivy pulled back from Matt's embrace, her eyes still shining with tears, the sky above them seemed to darken. The air grew heavy with electricity, and the wind began to pick up. As the sky grew darker, the air thickened with anticipation. Suddenly, heavy raindrops began to fall, drumming against the garden's lush foliage. Matt glanced at Ivy, his eyes sparkling with concern. "Let's get you out of this rain," he said, offering his arm. Ivy took it, and together they strolled through the downpour, the rain soaking through their clothes. But Matt didn't lead her back to the car. Instead, he guided her toward a majestic house built into the heart of the garden. The house was unlike anything Ivy had ever seen. Its timber frame seemed to grow organically from the trees themselves, as if nature had sculpted the wood into a breathtaking work of art. The roof curved upward, resembling a wing in flight, and the windows shone like polished gemstones. As they stepped insi
CHAPTER 13 Emily sat in her office, surrounded by the familiar scent of old books and the soft hum of the computer. Her eyes drifted out the window, lost in thought. The memories she had tried to bury for so long began to resurface - memories of how she became an attorney, driven by a desire to fight for justice and protect the innocent. Her mind wandered back to her childhood, to the days when her brother, Wilson, would manipulate and deceive to get what he wanted. Emily's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched in determination. She wouldn't let her brother ruin Ivy's life, not after everything she had been through. With a deep breath, Emily pulled her attention back to the present. She glanced at the clock on her wall, the ticking of the hands a reminder that time was of the essence. Her eyes fell on the phone, and she knew she had to make the call. She picked up the receiver and dialed a number from memory. The phone rang several times before a low, gravelly voice answered. "Emi
CHAPTER 12 "Stop right there!", the voice called out again. Wilson turned around in horror ready to meet his fate, but he couldn't see anyone in the hall way besides himself. As his eyes scanned the dimly lit hall way he realized he had passed by a door earlier as the voice suddenly faded into quiet shimmers, Wilson let out a sigh of relief as he realized the voice was just a maid having a nightmare. He stood there for a moment, listening to her murmurs, and then continued on his way to the study. As he crept inside, he found himself surrounded by rows of bookshelves and a large, wooden desk in the center of the room. Wilson's eyes scanned the space, searching for any signs of the documents his father needed. He began to sift through the papers on the desk, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. Suddenly, he heard a faint noise coming from outside the room.Wilson quickly hides behind one of the bookshelves, holding his breath and hoping to avoid detection. His heart racing
CHAPTER 11 WARNING!!!! EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD!!! Wilson's eyes widened as he read the message. He couldn't believe his luck. This was the perfect opportunity to get closer to Rachel and potentially gain more information about her family's dealings. He quickly typed out a response, trying to sound casual and nonchalant. "Hey, I'd love to come over! What's going on with your parents?" As he waited for Rachel's response, Wilson's mind began to wander. He thought about the potential risks and benefits of spending the night at the Johnson estate. Could he really trust himself to keep his true intentions hidden? Rachel's response arrived, and Wilson's eyes scanned the message. "They had to leave for an emergency meeting. I'm really scared, Wilson. I don't like being alone in this big house." Wilson's gut twisted with guilt. He was taking advantage of Rachel's vulnerability, but he couldn't afford to show his true feelings. Not now, when he was so close to achieving his goal. With
CHAPTER 10 Henry Williams, once a respected attorney, had lost his way after his wife's tragic death. Grief and desperation drove him to prioritize wealth over integrity. He became a rogue attorney, catering to the rich and powerful. One case, however, proved particularly challenging. Smithson vs. Johnson, a high stakes battle over corporate empires. Henry needed a breakthrough. Sitting in his dimly lit study, surrounded by files and whiskey, an idea struck him. His children, Emily and Wilson. He had neglected them, but they could be useful. Henry summoned his children to his study, a calculated glint in his eyes. "Children, I have a proposition for you. Help me win this case, and I'll ensure your futures are secured." Emily's skepticism was palpable. "What do you mean, Father?" "I need you to infiltrate the Johnson family's inner circle. Gather evidence, build trust. Whatever it takes." Emily's eyes widened in horror. "Father, that's insane! We can't just spy on people!