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
Lucas blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend what she was saying. She sighed. “After this, he will hate me passionately, not knowing I was only trying to save him. That’s why I need to have everything—so he will bow to my words. Otherwise, all of this will mean nothing.” Lucas furrowed his brows in disbelief. “What are you trying to say? He worked hard for everything he has; it’s his own. I can’t just make you the CEO or whatever. I can’t do that!” She stood up from her chair, her expression grim. “Listen, boy, you might think I’m the devil here, but you colluded with the devil when you knew about his bloodletting and didn’t say a word against it. When he comes out, he will hate not just me, but you, too! You’ll lose your friend, your brother, your boss—and most importantly, your job!” “Or you can do as I say, and when he comes out, I will cover for you, saying you knew nothing about it. We can bury the hatchet forever! Choose one, boy!” "I'm not going to let you bully me into
CHAPTER 65.Fashion launch. Leon’s eyes swept over her beautiful dress, and his lips curved into a deep smile. “You look stunning!” he admitted.“That dress really looks good on you, Ivy!” he admired, not trying to hide how much he adored her in that dress.Ivy rolled her eyes and responded, “Thank you, but that doesn't answer my question: what the hell were you doing at my door? You're supposed to be at your company already. You're the CEO!”He sighed. “I was waiting for you. I tried calling you, but your phone wasn’t reachable. Then my aunt told me that you jogged out with Damian.”“And why would you be waiting for me instead of going over to put things in order?” "I was waiting for you because I wanted to make sure you were okay after your jog," Leon said, his eyes still admiring her dress. "And I have to say, you look absolutely breathtaking. How can I concentrate on work without you being there?”Ivy raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "You were worried about me? That's
CHAPTER.66. Apology. However, some hours later, the event was in full swing, and the hall was filled to the brim with dignitaries, celebrities, and other fashion icons who were invited to grace the occasion.Ivy stood in front of the hall where all of her designs were displayed on mannequins. She had a wide grin on her face as she looked at each one of them. She had endured sleepless nights and meticulous hard work to make it all possible. Looking around, she didn’t notice anyone in there; she quickly danced around the room, twirling and spinning with pure delight.It was less than ten minutes before she walked out and strutted down the runway before the models began to walk.Suddenly, the sound of the door opening snapped her from her dance. Once she looked and noticed Hailey, her smile faded almost immediately.Hailey walked up to her with a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Congratulations, Ivy!” she said.Ivy's eyes widened in shock as Hailey approached her, a smal