Take her to my house!
At sky investment. A man stood in the middle of the luxurious office. He was a tall, dark, and handsome specimen with a chiselled jawline that seemed to be carved by the goddess herself. He was dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his impressive build, the fabric hugging his muscles in all the right places. A crisp white shirt and a slim tie completed the look, making him appear every inch the powerful and confident executive. The man standing was the CEO and founder of Sky Investment... Damian Forbes! Suddenly, the door to his office burst open, and they ushered Ivy in. As she walked into the office, she couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of the place. It was a sight to behold as she stepped in, but the thought of being in debt of $15 million still bothered her. When Damian saw her, he couldn't help but chuckle. His debtor was really very much beautiful, as he had thought. She was around 180cm, with nice curves that accentuated her whole body, even if the delivery clothes she wore didn't do justice to her hourglass body. As she walked into his office, he was about to lose focus, but knowing how much money she owed him, he knew he had to be in his business regalia. After he walked her out of his office, he felt a little guilty, but the fact that she was owing him a whopping $5 million doesn't still sit right with him. He sat on his plush gold chair and kept his eyes glued on Ivy as she walked out of his office. Actually, he could see everything happening through his laptop in front of him. He noticed Ivy start to tremble and fall in the elevator, as if she was fainting. This is strange. What was wrong with her? He can't possibly allow her to die in the elevator, that would only increase the negative news around his company. He quickly called out urgently to his guard, who always followed him everywhere. "Cotti!" "Yes, boss!" The man responded, always ready to do whatever his boss requests. He pointed at the elevator. "Go get me that woman there, don't let her waste a second in there!" "Yes, sir!" Cotti said, and within seconds, Damian could see him carrying Ivy out of the elevator. "Boss, I think she is an asthmatic patient!" He said through the Bluetooth speakers. "Sir, I think she needs urgent medical care. She is wheezing and losing her breath with each growing second. I don't think she can still breathe." Damian quickly connected the speakers to one of the medical personnel, who quickly attended to her and took her to the emergency ward, which Damian had built for emergencies like this. Usually, in most cases, the emergencies that usually happen were simple, domestic injuries, but he knew this was entirely different. Was she having a heart attack or faking it to beg him for more time to pay up her loan? Few minutes later, Cotti made his way to Damian's office. "Boss, the lady has been treated, but she is still unconscious. It was discovered that she was an asthmatic patient," he informed him. Damian thought for a while before saying, "Look here, Cotti, I need you to run a background check on her. Inform the IT guy I need a background check on her within an hour!" Cotti smiled, "I have already done it, sir!" Damian wasn't that impressed that his men studied his next move and would do what it was before he even asked. He simply asked, "So what is it? Who is she?" "Sir, she is the late Mr. Bruce Hall's daughter, but she doesn't live in her house anymore. She lives with her boyfriend for now. She is 25 years of age and aspires to be a fashion designer, but for now, she is a delivery person." "Where is her boyfriend?" came the question. "Sir, I'm sorry but we couldn't find that out. However, after going through her phone, we noticed that she just broke up with him. She was even texting her friend about coming over to South America to clear her head." "So what is she doing here?" he inquired, confused. Cotti answered, "Sir, I don't know." "Does she have any close relatives to help her or take care of her?" "Sir, I'm not sure, but since her parents died, it was said that her uncle took over everything and even chased her out of her father's house. She hasn't been in touch with him for over a year now!" He stroked his deep, greyish beard as ideas started to form in his brain. Damian thought for a while before he said, "Good! Cotti, put her in my car right away and call my personal doctor to visit my house now!" Cotti was confused, but he shrugged and responded in a low voice, "Yes, sir." He dared not ask Damian why he was making such an absurd request. First, he was taking the girl to God knows where, and now his doctor should visit his house? However, Leon finally pulled his car to a stop in front of the Sky Investments and angrily slammed the door closed. The fact that Ivy was so audacious to make such a bold move was making him lose his mind, so she had always been smart all these while but only acted dumb to deceive him. Well, she chose the wrong one to mess with because Leon was from the Forbes family. He quickly made his way into the investments and met a woman who looked like a staff member there. After asking to meet Damian Forbes, he waited in the lobby. …. Meanwhile, Damian was about to leave when his personal assistant stopped him. "Sir, your nephew is in the lobby. He has been waiting to see you for the last ten minutes," she said very politely. He sighed. "Which of them?" "Master Leon!" Damian rolled his eyes. He knew Leon doesn't come by just to chit-chat with him, and the fact that he was usually always out of the state, so he could have easily called him, but he picked to come in person. It was a really important one. "What does he say is the problem?" The woman responded, "He didn't really say in detail, but he said there was a family meeting tonight at the family house, and he said he needs to see you before you both go back to the family." Damian had a sly smirk at the corners of his lips. Today was supposed to be the Forbes family meeting. He had never attended one since he grew up to be a man, and today was going to be the first time he would be attending to make his mark. How could he forget such a day? Actually, he didn't forget. He was just too occupied with taking care of Ivy. "Tell him I'm not indoors now, and he should meet me at the family house in the next two hours!" He walked away as he spoke. The woman wouldn't dare contradict his words, so she just bowed and said, "Okay, sir!" As he left his car, a customised Rolls Royce to his colour and name inscribed on it, he made sure to check if Ivy was comfortable before speeding away.Keeping my Debtors closer. At Damian Forbes Residence. "I'm sorry, Mr. Damian, but there's nothing more I can do," the doctor said wearily. "This was the last option. If only it had worked out, I could have done an insemination and used your own sperm to have your offspring." Damian's face paled immediately, his eyelids beginning to droop from exhaustion. "Doctor, so what do I do now?" he asked, hoping the doctor would suggest a better solution. In reality, Damian had a low sperm count that had now developed into erectile dysfunction, preventing him from having children of his own. Despite his vast wealth and status as a self-made billionaire, he was far from the picture of perfection that others assumed. The doctor sighed. "Mr. Damian, the only remaining option is to find a donor." A chill ran down Damian's spine as the realization set in. He couldn't even father his own children. Though he flashed the doctor a controlled smirk, inside he felt his blood flow restricted.
Any other options?"Pay up and you won't be under my custody!" Ivy swallowed her words, she was about to vomit venom, but his words made her have a second thought about it. Using harsh words on him would only make the situation worse than it is.But she was still confused if anything had happened when he undressed her. She fixed her eyes on him for a while before she spoke up."If you will keep me under your custody, then how do I work to pay up what I owe you?"Damian sat up from his chair. "I have a job for you instead."Ivy didn't know why she suddenly cracked up laughing. It was like he was playing with her. Damian Forbes has a job for her? She barely has a high school certificate or any good skills, rather than driving a bike to do deliveries, and from the rumours she heard, he employed only first-class graduates.Damian slowly dropped his phone to the table by his side, he was slightly shocked by her act.Damian's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in annoyance. He wasn't used to
Ivy gulped as she fixed her eyes downward, taking a deep breath to gather her thoughts. She wasn't sure if he would agree or if she was asking for too much, but in truth, she wanted him to help her get back at her boyfriend and her family, while also helping her pursue her passion for fashion. That was her true talent, and she knew she could excel in that area of life. But knowing who Damian was, Ivy knew no one gives him orders or tells him what to do. Rather than risk putting herself in more trouble, she simply said, "Don't worry, nothing else. Two kids, right?" in a low voice. There was a pause before Damian nodded his head. Her expression this time was unreadable, which made him confused. Initially, he had been curious to hear what she had to say, but seeing her hesitation, he decided to prompt her. "What do you want to ask? Go on and speak your thoughts." For the next few minutes, Ivy didn't say anything. "Ivy! Ivy! You'd better shut your mouth for now..." she urged herself.
She must hide her scars.About half an hour later, Ivy stood in front of a big mirror, gazing at her reflection. She slowly touched the scars on her neck and shoulders, and her heart clenched in pain. The corners of her lips dropped into a deep frown as memories of how he had beaten her up flooded her mind.Why was she just realizing that she had spent her best days with someone who didn't care about her? Her eyes, once bright and full of life before she got with Leon, now looked dull and sunken.The former Ivy was a vibrant, confident woman, but now she was the opposite of what she used to be. She turned slightly to see her skin, which was once radiant and smooth, now appeared pale and tattered. The scars seemed to mock her, a constant reminder of her failed relationship and the domestic abuse she had endured.Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. He wasn't worth her tears anymore, besides, she was now in a better place.She looked around the room that
As Ivy stepped into the sitting room, she expected to see Damian Forbes. Instead, she was met with a surprise - it was Lucas waiting for her. It took Ivy a few moments to steady her trembling hands and wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead before descending the stairs.Ivy's heart raced as a wave of nervousness washed over her. She hadn't expected to see Lucas here, only Damian. She took a deep breath and approached him."Lucas!" she called out. "Where is Damian? Where are we going?"Lucas's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her appearance. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Look who we have here - Miss Ivy." His gaze lingered on her visible scars and blisters, and he seemed to hesitate, trying not to make her uncomfortable.Ivy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She knew she looked vulnerable, and she hated it. Lucas had seen the scars but didn't bother to ask."Lucas," she said, trying to sound calm. "Where are we going?""What happened to you, Miss Ivy
Ivy gulped and quickly did as she was told. She picked up her phone from the chair and scrolled through before finally blocking him.Damian nodded approvingly. "Good! He doesn't deserve you!" Ivy didn't feel the need to respond, but simply slammed the door and heaved a deep sigh of relief. She looked around, recognizing the familiar surroundings, though she couldn't quite place the specific location.She stood still, expecting Damian to also exit the car, but he remained inside.Lucas approached her. "Miss Ivy, please show us to your room so we can gather your belongings."The realisation dawned on her. She looked up at the building and recognized it as the hotel where she had been staying before visiting Damian Forbes.……..At the Forbes family Residence. In the grand sitting room of the Forbes family residence, a group of half a dozen men sat waiting for Damian's arrival. The luxurious mansion, adorned with lavish furnishings, exuded an air of sophistication and opulence.It was a
Back at Santoro hotel, when Ivy got to her room, Damian's men packed up all of her belongings and headed back to the car. Well, she didn't have much property, so it was easy to move just the few bags and shoes she had while she stood by the side of the car watching them pack it all up.Meanwhile, Damian, on the other hand, sat comfortably inside his car, his eyes fixed on Ivy through the tinted glasses. He could see, but that was the complete opposite for her.His eyes undressed her without her consent. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her stand innocently by the side of the car.As Damian gazed at Ivy through the tinted glasses, his eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail. He noticed the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back, the way her eyes sparkled in the fading light, and the way her curves accentuated her slender figure. But as his gaze lingered, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat - the scars and blisters on her skin.His eyes widened in
At Damian Forbes Residence.Ivy sat alone at the grand dining table, the silence deafening as she gazed down at her lunch. She took each bite slowly, her eyes fixed on the plate as if searching for something more than just sustenance. The food, once a delight, now seemed flavourless and unappetizing. The clink of her fork against the plate was the only sound breaking the stillness.The two maids standing inches away watched her in silence, daring not to speak. They knew better than to disrespect her, as their boss had never brought any other women to the house and treated Ivy with such shelter and respect.Ivy's eyes seemed dull and tired as she ate, her mind racing with thoughts about what Damian had told her that morning before leaving."The doctor will be coming to check your scars and blisters!" he had said in a calm voice, but Ivy knew he was deeply concerned about the condition of her skin and what might have caused it. Even if she knew his assumptions were correct, she didn't w