Ivy’s POVI stole a glance at Dexter. We were having dinner together at a private lounge, an exclusive place I could escape to. It was secluded.He was staring at me, and then he reached out, taking my hand in his. “What’s it like?”“I can’t bear it anymore,” I replied, my voice low and tinged with frustration. “Asher makes everything so difficult. He’s... exhausting to be around.”Dexter tilted his head, his brows furrowed in sympathy. “You don’t have to put up with him, Ivy. You’re too good for that.”I let out a bitter laugh, swirling the wine in my glass. “Too good? Maybe. But deep down...” I trailed off, my words catching in my throat. Deep down, I knew the truth, and it was as inconvenient as it was painful: I still loved Asher.No matter how much I wanted to hate him, no matter how much I told myself I deserved better, I couldn’t erase the memories of the man I had fallen head over heels for. The way he made me feel then, and even now, was maddening.“You should take another tr
Taylor’s POV“You had one job, Don Mariano!” I snapped, my voice bouncing off the walls in the empty room. The room had once been a garage but had been transformed into Don Mariano’s lair. I wasn’t supposed to know this place existed, but the Don had snuck me here a few times. “One. Simple. Job. Take care of Ivy. How hard can it be? We had an agreement. I didn’t ask you to start a gunfight in the middle of the city. Just one man and an acid bath. It’s efficient. It’s doable!” I yelled through clenched teeth.Don Mariano held up his hands in surrender and exhaled. “Taylor, listen to me. We tried. I swear we did,” he replied. His voice was calm and unbothered, which only infuriated me more. “But she’s not some second-rate model we can snatch off a street corner. She’s big, successful—”“I know who she is!” I interrupted, throwing my arms up in frustration. “She’s my competition! That’s why I asked you to deal with her! What, did you suddenly realize you’re scared of her security guards?
Asher’s POVMarsha had a cheery smile on her face. “Alright, guys, this is huge! You two together, celebrating Ivy’s birthday? It’s the kind of thing that will set the internet on fire, in a good way!”Her voice was high-pitched, and there was no denying the excitement in her tone.Miles nodded in agreement, flipping through his tablet. “A picture like this will totally dispel those rumors. You two, looking happy, gorgeous, and completely in sync? It’s everything your fans want. Trust me, this is good for the Ashy brand.”Marsha’s face twisted in disgust. “Ashy brand?”Miles turned to her. “It’s one of the names the fans have come up with, and it’s sticking…”“Eww,” Marsha drawled. “I hope it doesn’t. Personally, I prefer Vysher; it sounds exquisite.” She made a note on her tablet. “We are going to push this so that Vysher sticks over Ashy. What do you think, Ivy?”Ivy shot her a look.“Oh!” Her eyes widened in realization. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed.I glanced at Ivy out of the corner
Asher’s POVThe elevator doors opened, and I wore a deep frown on my face as I stepped out into the office. My work had suffered in the past few weeks I hadn’t shown up here.It was like Ivy had taken my will to live the moment she stopped speaking to me. Waking up felt like a chore, and coming to the office was well…Stacy, my assistant, was on me before I’d made it five steps. “Good morning, Mr. Sterling. Your first meeting is scheduled for ten—”“Cancel it,” I interrupted, not breaking my stride.She hesitated, trotting to keep up with my brisk pace. “Uh, alright. But you also have—”“Cancel everything,” I snapped. “I’ll be in my office all day. No interruptions.” I knew there was no need to be mean to her, but I couldn’t help it. I was deeply irritated.Her voice wavered slightly, but she recovered quickly. “Understood. I’ll reschedule the rest, and I’ll let—”“And send coffee to my office,” I added, cutting her off again.“It’s already on the way,” she said hurriedly, her heels c
Ivy’s POVThe conversation around the room was muted to me as I stood near the corner, playing my part as the perfect wife.Asher was by my side, a perfect smile plastered on his face, while my parents laughed loudly and gestured animatedly with their hands.Across the room, Asher’s parents stood like statues, barely speaking. Their awkwardness next to each other was a sharp contrast to my parents’ lovey-dovey act.Marcus leaned against the wall with his companion, a beautiful brunette, murmuring something that made the girl smile widely, while Luca and Janine sat close, their heads together in quiet conversation.Everyone seemed to be in their own bubble, and I couldn’t help but feel like a stranger at my own birthday celebration. It was a small gathering of only close family members, yet I felt like an outsider, as though I didn’t belong.Asher leaned toward me, his voice low. “Are you okay?” His hand brushed my lower back, but I stepped slightly away, pretending to adjust the hem o
Dexter’s POVThe makeshift studio in the Sterling mansion was every photographer’s dream. Under the bright lights, I hardly noticed anything but Ivy.She stood in the center, her bikini and shawl combo clinging to her perfect figure like it was designed to torment me, because it was. Despite the perfect air conditioning, I was hot and sweating. I kept stealing glances at her.She was radiant, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid gold, her blue eyes catching the light in a way that made my heart race.I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and I didn’t want to. She was everything I wanted, everything I needed. I just needed her to see it as I did.“You’re doing great,” I said, my voice low and smooth as I adjusted the camera.She laughed softly, sipping her cocktail between shots. “Thank you, Dex. You’re making this easy.”Her smile lit up the room, and I couldn’t help but stare. God, she was beautiful. She didn’t just look like a goddess, she was one. And for some reason
Ivy’s POV“Asher, stop!” I hissed, tugging against his grip as he pulled me down the hallway. His hand was firm around my wrist, his stride fast.He didn’t even look back at me. “Not a chance.”“You’re overreacting!” I said, trying again to wrench free, but his hold was unyielding.“I’m not overreacting,” he said through clenched teeth. “You don’t see what I see, Ivy.”I stumbled as he stopped abruptly at the door to our bedroom, his free hand twisting the knob. Before I could say another word, he pushed the door open and dragged me inside.“Asher, let me go!” I said, my voice sharp, but he ignored me, releasing me only to shut the door behind us with a loud click.I spun to face him, my chest heaving. “What the hell was that back there? You punched him!”“Damn right I did,” he snapped, his brown eyes blazing. “He deserved it. He was looking at you like…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “Like you were a piece of steak he wanted to devour!”“He’s my photographer, Asher!” I shot bac
Ivy’s POVBlondie was the girl he had plastered all over his social media, the same one he had brought to dinner. He went out to get her, and they returned not long after.“Hello,” she said, glancing at me and giving a small wave.I shot her a glare and hissed, “Stay away from me.”Her gaze dropped, avoiding mine. She was beautiful; I couldn’t deny that. I could see why he would want her. I shook my head and shut my eyes. “Stop this madness, Asher!”“It shouldn’t matter to you, right?” he said with a raised brow. “So, sit still, flower.”My heart hammered in my chest as he sat back down, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, making him look unbearably handsome. “Oh, heading straight to business,” he murmured, caressing her cheek as she scooted closer, positioning herself between his legs.She began working on the zipper of his pants.I blinked rapidly, my voice shaking. “Asher…”“What is it, Ivy?” he asked, his eyes dark with mis
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