As the men outside broke the door, Leo turned to Ivy and asked, "Are you ready?" She nodded. "Yes, I am!" "Good!" His face lit up with a smile. "Now, once we get out there, you walk straight to the runway, wow them all, and seize the moment. Then they'll all forget that you weren't punctual!" Ivy nodded, took a deep breath, and once the door was open, she walked out. The bright lights and loud music of the fashion show hit her like a wave, but with Mr. Leo by her side, she felt a sense of confidence and calm as they both headed to the runway hall. Taking the elevator, Ivy closed her eyes, trying to gather herself. "Ivy, you can do this. Yes, you can do this!" Once the elevator opened, Ivy heard the loud cheers from the runway event and stopped. Looking at the wall screen, her breath hitched, and she stumbled back in shock, seeing Hailey standing in front of the hallway and waving at the audience as if she were the designer. She couldn't believe her eyes. She stood there, seemingl
Lucas stood up to cheer for Ivy, but Madam Victoria shunned him and forced a smile. "Oh, Lucas, dear, please, not so loud. We don't want to draw attention away from her supposed big moment." Lucas looked sad for a moment but then brightened. "Oh, right! Sorry, Madam Victoria! I got a bit carried away!" Madam Victoria rolled her eyes. "Well, just try to contain your enthusiasm, dear." But Lucas couldn't help himself. He started doing a little dance in his seat, waving his arms and making "ca-ching" noises. Madam Victoria tried to shush him, but Lucas was unstoppable. He jumped up and began doing a victory dance on the table, knocking over a glass of water in the process. "Wow, Ivy, you are absolutely stunning out there!" one of the models in attendance screamed. "I know, right? She totally stole the show!" another remarked. "Hailey didn't stand a chance once Ivy hit the runway! I'm still in shock; I can't believe what just happened!" "Ivy's walk was everything and more! I'm so p
Ivy's face beamed with pride as she watched the models walk down the runway in her designs. “Hey, Ivy!” Leon called out to her as he approached. “You did good out there! Our ratings are very high, and it's all thanks to you!” Once she turned around and saw it was Leon, her smile faded away. She sneered, “Where is your girlfriend?” Leon’s eyes widened at her harsh voice. He tried to calm her down, his gaze wandering to ensure the media didn't catch that moment. “What's up, Ivy? What happened? Why are you angry?” He smiled as he pulled her away from the cameras and walked her back inside. “Where is your girlfriend?” Ivy demanded, her voice low and angry. “I know she was supposed to be here tonight, and I know she was the one who tried to sabotage my moment! Where the hell is she, Leon? Did you hide her?” Leon's smile faltered, and he looked around nervously to make sure they were out of earshot of the media. “Ivy, calm down. Let's talk about this inside. What are you even talking a
His words caught in his throat as he glanced at her outfit. Rushing towards her, his eyes widened in horror. “Wh-wh-what happened here? What happened to your dress?” A torrent of tears streamed down Ivy's cheeks as she stood there, unable to explain what had just happened to her dress. Leon’s eyes swept from Ivy down to Hailey, and he saw the ink still plastered on her hand. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt: it was Hailey who had intentionally ruined the outfit. Leon's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of Ivy's ruined dress. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The beautiful design, the intricate details—all ruined by a splatter of blue ink. A wave of anger washed over him as he turned to Hailey, his eyes blazing. “Hailey, what did you do?” he demanded angrily. “How could you do this to Ivy? You just sabotaged everyone—the whole fashion show!” Hailey's face was red with anger, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I didn't do anything, Leon,” she spat. “Sh
As they stepped off the runway, the crowd gasped in surprise. But when they recognized Ivy and Leon walking toward them, they erupted into applause. The stained dresses were a hit, and Ivy and Leon exchanged smiles as they made their way down the runway. Once off the runway, Ivy turned to Leon, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Thank you," she said, her voice trembling. "Thank you for saving me, for saving the show." Leon returned her smile, warmth radiating from his eyes. "We make a good team, Ivy," he replied. "We always have. This is as important to you as it is to me." For a moment, Ivy forgot their crazy past and pulled him into a tight hug, her face lighting up with a radiant smile. A few minutes later, the host called her out to finalize the deal and sign the last papers with Damian. She quickly slipped off her heels and headed straight outside. As she walked the runway, she glanced around, hoping to spot him in the crowd. "What a silly man," she sighed, shaking her head. "H
On the night of the launch, Ivy finished taking pictures with the models and junior designers who had helped bring everything together. She headed straight to her office to pack up her things. Letting out a deep sigh of exasperation, she reached for her phone to call her driver when Leon opened the door. "You don't need to do that. I'll drive you home after our dinner," he said excitedly. Ivy sighed. "I'm very sorry, Leon, but I can't go to dinner tonight. Damian didn’t attend the launch; I need to—" "Find him, right?" he scoffed. "Is he a kid who would get lost? He’s Damian Forbes; he can’t get lost because everything he wears has trackers. What would you even do if he were lost?" "I would do everything I can to find him!" she fired back. "He hasn’t been seen since this morning when some men escorted him out of the coffee shop due to an emergency. Since then, no one has seen him." Leon laughed. "Did my aunt say she can’t find her grandson? Is that what she told you?" "Ye
The following morning, around 5:00 AM, Ivy was already in the sitting room. She paced back and forth, repeatedly dialing Damian's number, hoping he would finally answer. It had been twenty-four hours since he had gone missing, and he still wasn’t picking up his phone. Meanwhile, Lucas stood on the balcony of the neighboring building. Perched on the rooftop, he was a bit distant from the main building where Ivy and the others stayed. He paced nervously, his mind racing with fear and worry about how Damian was coping with the bloodletting he was enduring. Lucas was the only one in the family who knew that Madam Victoria was subjecting Damian to this horrific treatment. He couldn't fathom how she could hurt her own son in such a desperate attempt to cure his illness. As he walked, a faint cry for help reached his ears. He stopped and listened intently as the cry grew louder and more desperate. Lucas's heart raced as he recognized the voice—it was Damian's. But he felt powerless to help
Ivy froze in shock. “What are you trying to say?” “All I'm saying is that you’ve been manipulative, and he was tired of it. Maybe he traveled to clear his head for a while. Give him some days, and who knows, he might come back.” Ivy scoffed. “Is that what you think?” She rolled her eyes in frustration. “You don’t even know your son well. Damian hates traveling! He would never go away unless it’s for work. He despises flying and only boards a plane when absolutely necessary!” Her anger blazed as she schooled Madam Victoria on Damian's preferences. "You don't even know your own son! Damian only travels for work, and even then, he’s reluctant. You're his grandmother! How can you not know these things and still suggest he went on vacation?” Madam Victoria’s expression remained unfazed, her eyes glinting with a knowing light that made Ivy’s blood boil. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, my dear. I know my grandson very well. He’s a grown man who can take care of himself. If he’s really