Ivy’s POVThe sun was warm on my skin, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers as I lay on the soft blanket, my head resting on Asher’s thigh. We were together on a private beach that Asher had rented because he wanted to be with me.His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, and I looked up at him, my heart swelling at the love and adoration in his deep brown eyes. He held a grape between his fingers, dangling it above my lips with a playful smirk.“Open up,” he teased, his voice low and warm. There was a tinge of amusement in his voice.I giggled, reaching for the grape, but he pulled it just out of reach. “Asher,” I whined, pretending to pout. “You’re being mean.”“Mean?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I’m feeding you grapes. Isn’t that what doting husbands do?”“Doting husbands don’t tease,” I shot back, though my smile betrayed me. I opened my mouth again, and this time he let me take the grape, his fingers brushing my lips as I did. I chewed slowly, s
Asher’s POVI leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I watched Luca and Janine whisper to each other. I shook my head, swirling the wine in my glass. “You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?”Janine shot me a glare. “Weren’t you the one who was absolutely disgusted with the idea of me being with your best friend?”I feigned a gagging motion. “I still am. The sight of you two makes my stomach churn.”Luca smirked, leaning closer to Janine. “And you haven’t even heard the half of what we do yet, and you’re already disgusted?”Janine chuckled as my expression darkened. I grabbed my wine glass and downed it in one gulp, my face contorting. “I don’t need details. Ever.”I reached for the wine bottle to pour myself another glass, hesitating for a moment as a memory surfaced. My lips curled into a soft smile. “Ivy’s Wine.” I could almost hear her laughter in my office the day we named it together.“Uh-oh,” Luca said, snapping me back to reality. He and Janine were both
Asher’s POVI hopped into my car, slamming the door shut behind me. My phone was still pressed to my ear, my knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. “What do you want with my wife?” I yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of my anger. “Is it money? Name your price! Do you want shares? Inside information? Hell, take the whole company! Just give me back my wife!”My mind was racing, guilt and anger twisting together in my chest. This was all because of me. My rivals in business, my mistakes, they’d dragged Ivy into this mess. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of it.“Oh, shut up!” Taylor’s voice snapped through the phone, sharp and clear, no voice concealer this time.I froze, my breath catching in my throat. For a moment, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t react. I knew Taylor was capable of vile things, she’d drugged me, manipulated me, created those false images to ruin my life, but this? This was something else entirely.“Shut up, Asher,” she repeated, her tone drippi
Asher’s POVThe streetlights blurred past as I sped down the road, my grip on the steering wheel so tight it ached, my knuckles turning white as my grip hardened.My mind was a raging storm, nothing made sense in this moment. My vision was blurry, my heart hammered in my chest, deafening my ears. Taylor’s annoying voice replayed in my mind over and over again.“Choose, Asher. Your love for Ivy or her life.”I stepped on the brakes so hard, narrowly missing the oncoming car in the other lane. The sirens blaring in the distance meant nothing to me, not in this moment.The way she had said it, like it was a joke, like she was just toying with me, made my stomach twist. I could still hear the amusement in her voice, that sickening, high-pitched tone that let me know she was enjoying this.This wasn’t just a threat; it was a game to her, a game she enjoyed playing. But to me, it was Ivy’s life.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. There was no winning with Taylor. If I told her no, she would k
Asher’s POVMarcus’s mouth hung open. “You were drugged, Asher? How... why didn’t you tell me?”I shot him a glare.He exhaled. “I’m your older brother, Asher. All of this happened, and I needed to know.”“It’s my problem. I would have handled it!” I snapped.“Clearly, you couldn’t,” he replied.“Marcus! Asher!” Janine interjected, raising her hands. “Ivy has been kidnapped!” She spelled it out. “That’s the priority! You can have the argument about your sour relationship and whose fault it is later.”Marcus sighed, rubbing his temple. “Alright, we need a plan. Fast. You need to speak to Taylor.”I nodded in agreement. “But Taylor is smart. She has to believe I really want her, or she’ll see right through it. And we can’t involve the police. That process would take too long, and Ivy...” I couldn’t even finish the thought.We all stood there for a moment, the air thick with tension as we tried to think of a way out of this nightmare. Then my phone rang, cutting through the silence sharp
Janine’s POVI sat with my phone in my hand, my thumb repeatedly pressing the screen as I scrolled through my contacts, hoping someone, anyone, might know something about Taylor. Each dial tone felt like a ticking clock, growing louder and louder as the seconds dragged on.I could hear Asher pacing back and forth behind me, his voice pleading into the phone as he called Taylor again, but she wasn’t answering. He was sending voicemails to her line. At some point, he tried to call Ivy, but her line was switched off.“Come on, come on,” I muttered under my breath, willing someone to pick up. The frustration was thick in the air, hanging between Luca and me as we both dialed and redialed numbers. Luca was quiet, but I could tell by the way his jaw was clenched that he was just as anxious as I was.“Nothing,” I said, hanging up the phone again. “No one knows anything. She’s vanished off the radar.”Luca glanced at me, exhaling sharply. “This is useless. No one’s seen her, no one knows anyt
Marcus POVI sat alone in the suite in my office. It had become my own bedroom, as I spent most of my time here. The silence was almost suffocating. It felt too quiet, almost as if the entire world had paused around me.My fingers drummed nervously against the edge of my bed. My mind kept returning to the nightclub, to the moment I saw Taylor.Her eyes had locked onto mine, cold, calculating, as if she knew everything about me in an instant. I always thought she was audacious to walk up to me, but I didn’t give it much thought.And the men she was hanging around with... they didn’t just look dangerous; they were dangerous men. Most of them were linked with the mafia.I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my hand over my face. The tension in my chest was unbearable. This wasn’t just about a woman with a silly crush on my brother. This was bigger. This was darker. And, most importantly, it involved my little brother, Asher.Normally, I’d take my time to strategize, to think things through
IvyI glanced at the text I had just received moments ago. It was a simple, sweet message that read: “Meet me at Amore Hotel. I have a surprise for you.” Just like the first time I read it, it made me blush hard. I turned off the ignition and got out of the car. The hotel stood grand and familiar, a place Max and I had visited many times before. I twirled around and shut my eyes, savoring the gentle caress of the chilly night breeze against my skin.My thoughts ran wild, imagining what kind of surprise awaited me behind that door. Max was never one for grand gestures, so this was a first. Giddy and full of excitement, I walked towards the receptionist. “Hi…”She looked up at me with a wide smile. “Hello, Miss Whitfield.”Of course, she recognized me. This was Max’s and my getaway spot. He didn’t like his studio apartment, so we usually spent our time together here.My smile widened. “A reservation was made?”“Yes, Mr. Max Martin,” she confirmed, glancing at her computer. “Your usual s
Marcus POVI sat alone in the suite in my office. It had become my own bedroom, as I spent most of my time here. The silence was almost suffocating. It felt too quiet, almost as if the entire world had paused around me.My fingers drummed nervously against the edge of my bed. My mind kept returning to the nightclub, to the moment I saw Taylor.Her eyes had locked onto mine, cold, calculating, as if she knew everything about me in an instant. I always thought she was audacious to walk up to me, but I didn’t give it much thought.And the men she was hanging around with... they didn’t just look dangerous; they were dangerous men. Most of them were linked with the mafia.I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my hand over my face. The tension in my chest was unbearable. This wasn’t just about a woman with a silly crush on my brother. This was bigger. This was darker. And, most importantly, it involved my little brother, Asher.Normally, I’d take my time to strategize, to think things through
Janine’s POVI sat with my phone in my hand, my thumb repeatedly pressing the screen as I scrolled through my contacts, hoping someone, anyone, might know something about Taylor. Each dial tone felt like a ticking clock, growing louder and louder as the seconds dragged on.I could hear Asher pacing back and forth behind me, his voice pleading into the phone as he called Taylor again, but she wasn’t answering. He was sending voicemails to her line. At some point, he tried to call Ivy, but her line was switched off.“Come on, come on,” I muttered under my breath, willing someone to pick up. The frustration was thick in the air, hanging between Luca and me as we both dialed and redialed numbers. Luca was quiet, but I could tell by the way his jaw was clenched that he was just as anxious as I was.“Nothing,” I said, hanging up the phone again. “No one knows anything. She’s vanished off the radar.”Luca glanced at me, exhaling sharply. “This is useless. No one’s seen her, no one knows anyt
Asher’s POVMarcus’s mouth hung open. “You were drugged, Asher? How... why didn’t you tell me?”I shot him a glare.He exhaled. “I’m your older brother, Asher. All of this happened, and I needed to know.”“It’s my problem. I would have handled it!” I snapped.“Clearly, you couldn’t,” he replied.“Marcus! Asher!” Janine interjected, raising her hands. “Ivy has been kidnapped!” She spelled it out. “That’s the priority! You can have the argument about your sour relationship and whose fault it is later.”Marcus sighed, rubbing his temple. “Alright, we need a plan. Fast. You need to speak to Taylor.”I nodded in agreement. “But Taylor is smart. She has to believe I really want her, or she’ll see right through it. And we can’t involve the police. That process would take too long, and Ivy...” I couldn’t even finish the thought.We all stood there for a moment, the air thick with tension as we tried to think of a way out of this nightmare. Then my phone rang, cutting through the silence sharp
Asher’s POVThe streetlights blurred past as I sped down the road, my grip on the steering wheel so tight it ached, my knuckles turning white as my grip hardened.My mind was a raging storm, nothing made sense in this moment. My vision was blurry, my heart hammered in my chest, deafening my ears. Taylor’s annoying voice replayed in my mind over and over again.“Choose, Asher. Your love for Ivy or her life.”I stepped on the brakes so hard, narrowly missing the oncoming car in the other lane. The sirens blaring in the distance meant nothing to me, not in this moment.The way she had said it, like it was a joke, like she was just toying with me, made my stomach twist. I could still hear the amusement in her voice, that sickening, high-pitched tone that let me know she was enjoying this.This wasn’t just a threat; it was a game to her, a game she enjoyed playing. But to me, it was Ivy’s life.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. There was no winning with Taylor. If I told her no, she would k
Asher’s POVI hopped into my car, slamming the door shut behind me. My phone was still pressed to my ear, my knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. “What do you want with my wife?” I yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of my anger. “Is it money? Name your price! Do you want shares? Inside information? Hell, take the whole company! Just give me back my wife!”My mind was racing, guilt and anger twisting together in my chest. This was all because of me. My rivals in business, my mistakes, they’d dragged Ivy into this mess. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of it.“Oh, shut up!” Taylor’s voice snapped through the phone, sharp and clear, no voice concealer this time.I froze, my breath catching in my throat. For a moment, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t react. I knew Taylor was capable of vile things, she’d drugged me, manipulated me, created those false images to ruin my life, but this? This was something else entirely.“Shut up, Asher,” she repeated, her tone drippi
Asher’s POVI leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I watched Luca and Janine whisper to each other. I shook my head, swirling the wine in my glass. “You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?”Janine shot me a glare. “Weren’t you the one who was absolutely disgusted with the idea of me being with your best friend?”I feigned a gagging motion. “I still am. The sight of you two makes my stomach churn.”Luca smirked, leaning closer to Janine. “And you haven’t even heard the half of what we do yet, and you’re already disgusted?”Janine chuckled as my expression darkened. I grabbed my wine glass and downed it in one gulp, my face contorting. “I don’t need details. Ever.”I reached for the wine bottle to pour myself another glass, hesitating for a moment as a memory surfaced. My lips curled into a soft smile. “Ivy’s Wine.” I could almost hear her laughter in my office the day we named it together.“Uh-oh,” Luca said, snapping me back to reality. He and Janine were both
Ivy’s POVThe sun was warm on my skin, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers as I lay on the soft blanket, my head resting on Asher’s thigh. We were together on a private beach that Asher had rented because he wanted to be with me.His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, and I looked up at him, my heart swelling at the love and adoration in his deep brown eyes. He held a grape between his fingers, dangling it above my lips with a playful smirk.“Open up,” he teased, his voice low and warm. There was a tinge of amusement in his voice.I giggled, reaching for the grape, but he pulled it just out of reach. “Asher,” I whined, pretending to pout. “You’re being mean.”“Mean?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I’m feeding you grapes. Isn’t that what doting husbands do?”“Doting husbands don’t tease,” I shot back, though my smile betrayed me. I opened my mouth again, and this time he let me take the grape, his fingers brushing my lips as I did. I chewed slowly, s
Ivy’s POV“Hey, Mom,” I said, forcing a smile as I hugged her. It was stiff, awkward, like we were strangers rather than mother and daughter. I could feel the guilt bubbling up in my chest, the memory of my outburst still fresh. “You smell nice. New perfume?” We had planned this meeting for weeks, and the closer it came, the bigger my guilt grew.“Oh, this? It’s lavender and vanilla. I thought it’d be relaxing for the spa,” she said, her voice light but her eyes avoiding mine. “You look… radiant, as always. Modeling treating you well?”“Yeah, it’s good. Busy, but good. How’s the painting going? Last time you mentioned a new series.”“It’s coming along. I’m working on a landscape now. Your father says it’s too abstract, but I think it’s…” She trailed off, and we both fell silent, the air thick with unspoken words.We walked into the spa, the scent of eucalyptus and chamomile filling the air. The receptionist greeted us warmly, but I barely registered it.My mind raced, trying to figure
Asher’s POVThe dining room felt suffocatingly warm. Save for the clinking of cutlery against fine china and the soft hum of background music, it was eerily quiet.The Sterling family dinners had always been like this, formal, stiff, and thick with tension. It was a dynamic we were all used to.But tonight, the atmosphere was different. It felt like a storm was brewing beneath the surface. I sat between Ivy and Janine, who was nervously picking at her food.Across from us, Marcus was brooding, his jaw clenched, eyes darting between our parents. Dad was quieter than usual, his face unreadable, while Mom did what she always did lately, filling the silence with polite questions about everyone’s well-being.“So, Ivy, how’s work been? I saw your pictures the other day, the one for Cube Magazine?” Mom asked, her voice bright but forced, and I looked up at her.Ivy smiled, nodding. “It was spectacular!” she declared, her smile widening. “Thank you so much, it means a lot that you like it.”M