Asher’s POVMy thumb hovered over the screen, stuck on the same image I had seen dozens of times today. Ivy, looking as beautiful as ever, with Max handing her a massive bouquet of roses and balloons. The post was blowing up, and I couldn’t stop scrolling. More pictures. More comments. Most people were speculating that the gifts were from me.I tried to push the tightness in my chest away. Ivy wasn’t mine in any real sense. This marriage was just a contract. A convenient arrangement for both of us. It was impulsive, at least for her. I told myself it wasn’t serious. After all, I had explicitly told her I didn’t need fidelity, nor should she expect it from me.It was a lie I told with a straight face. And now I had to deal with this. Just the thought was maddening, and now seeing actual pictures of them together, her smiling at him, made my stomach churn.The door clicked open, and Ivy walked in, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor, cutting through the quiet. She stopped f
Asher’s POVI let her go after that. I watched as she ascended the stairs, stealing glances at me and blushing profusely. I couldn’t go after her; I didn't trust myself to keep my hands off her if I followed her up to her bedroom. I wouldn’t hold back, so I stayed at the foot of the stairs, my cock straining in my pants.I peeked at my watch, it was a little past 9 pm. I downed the contents of my glass; I couldn’t stay in the house knowing she was up there. I tried to imagine what she was up to, picturing her naked in the bath, which did nothing to help me. The mansion didn’t feel big enough to protect her from me. If I stayed any longer, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from charging into her room.I rang for the housekeeper. A tall, fat lady with black hair tied back appeared at the doorway. “My wife needs h—” I paused. “My wife,” I repeated, savoring the words. It made me feel so good on the inside. I looked to see the housekeeper still staring at me expectantly.“My wife needs he
Asher’s POVMy eyelids fluttered open, and I took a moment to adjust to the sharp lighting in the room. Sunlight streamed through the wide-open windows. I got up with a start, my head throbbing, a dull ache stubbornly lingering behind my temples. I massaged them as my eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. I wasn’t at home, nor was I at Lucas’s place. Pulling off the blanket, I got out of bed. My gaze landed on a card in the pocket by the door.I grabbed it and peered at it - Diamond Crystal Hotel. Raking my fingers through my hair, I sighed exasperatedly. I knew this hotel; it was in my city, but I had no idea how I ended up here. My memory was foggy. I grabbed a bottle of water, suddenly feeling parched, and downed it in one gulp. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to soothe the ache in my head.Fragments of the previous night slowly came to me. I glanced down at myself. I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes: a black silk shirt, black trousers, belt, and shoes. It looked li
Asher’s POVI looked up at the doorway as Luca walked in with a smile on his face.“Who’s the lady out there?” he asked, gesturing with his hands.My brows furrowed in confusion until I saw the stupid smile on his face. “Are you referring to my secretary?” I asked. He popped a gum, tossed it in his mouth. “Yeah, the hot blonde sitting in the reception…” He pulled out a chair and plopped down on it. “Where did you find a hot secretary like that? Is there an app? I need one of those!” He declared. “What’s her name, hook me up?”“Eww, no,” I answered. “I don’t want what happened with Lucia to happen all over again.” Lucia was my old secretary at Sterling Industries, and the only reason she didn’t come here with me was that she was still nursing a terrible heartbreak from her affair with Luca. “I like Stacy…” I caught the funny look in his eyes. “She’s efficient. She’s…”“Does Ivy know you have a crush on your secretary?” he teased me with an amused look on his face.I rolled my eyes. “No
Ivy’s POVI was at the foot of the stairs when I heard the doorbell ring. Camila was rushing to get it, but I stopped her. “Don’t worry, Camila. I got it.”“Thank you, Miss Ivy.”I smiled at her. I got to the door after the third ring. I peeked through the peephole; there was a lady with her back to the door. I opened it. “Hello…”She turned around sharply, her long dark curly hair moving with her. Curious brown eyes openly checked me out as she bit into an apple in her hand. She had a lot of suitcases around her. She looked so familiar; the wheels in my head were still turning when she spoke up.“You look so much better in person... and that’s not to say you don’t look good in your pictures,” she rambled on. “You slay as well, but in person…” She kissed her fingers, making kissing noises. “Just perfect!”I broke into a wide smile. The dark hair and brown eyes should have been a giveaway; she looked like a female version of Asher. Their eyes were a darker shade of brown, like honey, u
Asher’s POVWhen I walked into the house, I spotted Ivy and Janine sitting on the high stools, deep in conversation. Ivy’s laugh caught my attention first - warm, light. She tossed her head back, pushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and I felt that familiar pull, the one that hadn’t faded since the day I met her. It had grown stronger with each passing day.Janine was the first to see me. It had been two years since I last saw her in person. Of course, she had sent pictures, but none did her justice. She looked different, more mature. I guess living alone on a different continent away from everyone in your family would do that to you. She smiled at me, “Hello, Ogre…”I chuckled, “You know, that doesn’t bother me anymore because we have the same face…”“Asher…”There was something about the way my name rolled off Ivy’s tongue that sent shivers all over my body. I didn’t know what captured me at that moment. Maybe it was the conversation I had just had with Luca, where I conf
Ivy’s POV“Ivy,” my manager called out sweetly as soon as I walked into the studio.“Good morning, Miss Chappell,” I responded and pulled off my headphones. (Please confirm that her manager doesn’t have a different name before.)“Good morning, love.” She grabbed my hand. “We need to talk,” she said in a small voice.I noticed the worried look on her face and how she wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Panic set in instantly. “Did something happen?” I asked.She tugged at my hand and pulled me aside. “Come with me.”I followed her quietly down the hallway until we made it to her office. She shut the door after me and peered at me.“What happened?” I asked again. My mind was already conjuring up different unpleasant scenarios.“I was going to call or leave you a text when I found out, but I figured it would be better for you to hear it in person, and from no other person but—”“Oh my God! Did someone die?” I cut in impatiently.She shook her head strongly. “God, no! No one did.”“Spill it
Taylor’s POVThe smell of smoke drifted around me as I took a long drag, the tip of my cigarette flaring red. Ivy. Even her name made my skin crawl. Just thinking about her prancing around like some kind of perfect princess made my blood boil.She didn’t deserve to be there, in my place, with the life that I deserved. I let the smoke roll over my tongue before I blew it out, letting it spiral into the air. And here I was, shuffling off to Max’s dumpy place. Maybe she was right after all. I coveted everything she had, even if it was her terrible ex-boyfriend.Max’s place was a far cry from what I was used to, with his stack of dirty dishes in the corner and the constant stale smell of alcohol that clung to the air. It looked like he hadn’t done a thing to clean since the last time I was here.Not that I’d complain. I had too much on my mind already. Max didn’t waste any time as he shut the door behind me, his eyes flickering over my face. He must’ve seen the rage practically radiating
Taylor.I was sitting on the large couch in my bedroom, staring off into the distance. It was supposed to be my time of solitude, a time to sit with my thoughts, and it would have been if Max hadn’t been hunched over and pacing from one corner to the other.His frame was rigid, clenching his fists at his sides, thumping his foot against the floor. It was clear he wanted my attention.He hadn’t said anything yet, but that’s what he wanted, and I couldn’t be bothered. I was plagued by my own thoughts.I stretched out my legs and laid down, blocking out Max completely. I brought my fingers to my mouth and began to bite down on my nails.I had played my cards quite early, much earlier than I had planned to. Ivy had forced my hand when we got into that big fight, and she said all those horrible things to me.I didn’t see it coming; I didn’t expect her to react in that manner. I was so mad, I couldn’t think clearly. The moment I got off the phone with Max, I sent the pictures to her with a
MaxThe smell of fresh coffee hit me as I pushed open the door to the little café.Ivy was perched on a stool by the window, her shoulders hunched, eyes focused on her phone, scrolling, engrossed in whatever it was she was staring at.She didn’t see me walk in - at least, not at first. Well, she wasn’t supposed to. I had actually stalked her and followed her here.I crossed the room; there were only a few people in the café. The café was located on the top floor of a high-rise building, exclusive to top celebrities.I slipped into the chair across from her. She finally looked up, her gaze turning sharp, annoyed.“Ivy,” I said her name like it was the sweetest thing ever. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”She sighed, setting her phone down deliberately. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right?” Her tone was flat, detached. “What a surprise!” she exclaimed sarcastically, picking up a book on the table and flipping the pages open.I knew where she was going with this, but I wouldn’t give her th
Asher’s POVJanine’s face looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She was in a crouching position, her hands unbuttoning the pants on...He turned to look at me with apologetic eyes. “Luca!”“Asher, I’m sorry...” he began.“Janine, will you get on your feet and fix your clothes!” I yelled in anger. I was filled with utter disgust, seeing my sister in that position and, of all people, with my own friend Luca.She sighed and proceeded to fix Luca’s pants.I raked my fingers through my hair. “His hands are working, Janine! I think he can fix his pants by himself.” I turned to look at Luca, my eyes narrowing at him. “Or can you not?” I barked. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my fists were clenched by my sides.Janine opened her mouth to protest, but he hushed her. “It’s okay, baby. Let it go...”Baby? I saw red in that instant, the muscles in my jaw tightening. Now, I was raving mad. “What the heck is going on here?” I barked.Janine’s eyes widened, her fac
Asher’s POVI hated the way her face fell in disappointment when she saw me. I hated the frown on her face that caused her forehead to crease.I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and kiss the frown away.“Flower, I—”“My name is Ivy,” she cut in, her voice stern. “And I’m asking, what is this about?”I sighed, closing the distance between us. “If I hadn’t told the lie that Janine was calling for you, would you have come?”“You very well know I wouldn’t!” she spat in disgust and made to storm off, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me. “Don’t walk away from me,” I said through clenched teeth.Shock flashed across her face; she hadn’t expected me to react this way. But it was done—I was done playing the cool guy.She tried to wriggle free from my grasp, but I held firm. “Let go of me or—”“Or what?” I cut in.“What?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.I pulled her closer, pressing her against me. “If I don’t let go of you, what will happen?” I challenged her. “Seriously, t
Asher’s POVI kept my hand wrapped around the glass, red wine bubbling inside. My fingers were cold against the slick surface.My eyes darted across the room; there was a sea of guests chatting loudly, but my gaze found just one person. Another drink slid down my throat, sharp and burning.I had lost count of how many drinks I had; it should have helped dull my senses, but it didn’t. It didn’t dull the irritation simmering inside me.Derrick.The dumbass photographer. The smug, audacious prick. Oh, the nerve of him! It was already bad enough that he was hanging around Ivy throughout her trip. It was maddening that he touched her, even in the slightest.Just thinking about it made me seethe. But he also had the audacity to follow her here and attend my event! Who gave him an invitation in the first place? Ivy? I loved her so much, but damn, she was making my blood boil.I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching tightly as I downed the contents of my glass. Grabbing a fresh glass of wine f
Asher's POVThe moment Ivy's hand shot up in a wave, my stomach twisted. I followed her gaze, and there he was - Dexter. The man who had appeared in her stories countless times, the one draped all over her during that damn vacation.My jaw tightened, fists clenching as she raised her glass to me with a smug smile and sashayed away. It took every ounce of restraint not to lose it right there.She’d brought him here, fully aware of what it would do to me. I wasn’t sure what angered me more - her audacity or his willingness to show up.The sea of cameras and curious onlookers forced me to keep my composure. This wasn’t just about me; if a scandal broke, Ivy would suffer too. Despite everything, I didn’t want that for her.Yet, the thought of her entertaining another man set my blood boiling. I hated how powerless I felt— torn between fury and guilt.I knew what I’d done to her. I had no right to demand loyalty when I hadn’t proven my innocence. But those damning pictures with Taylor were
Ivy’s POVThe limo rolled to a stop, the glow of the red carpet lights pouring through the tinted windows. I kept my gaze forward, my jaw clenched tight.This wasn’t the place for tears or anger - at least not the kind anyone could see.“Ivy, are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft enough to almost make me forget why I hated him right now. Almost.“You know why I’m here,” I replied curtly, my tone sharp and biting.He looked down, his face shadowed with shame. “Ivy, I’d do anything to make you forgive me.”I whipped my head toward him, glaring. “You should have thought about that before you took her to bed.”He exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples as if trying to erase his mistakes. “I have no memory of that night. Ivy, I’d never do anything to hurt you.”Silence fell between us, broken only by the frenzy of voices outside and the flashing lights from the cameras. Security had formed a barricade around the car. My heart ached, but my anger was louder.“And yet you did,” I muttered, my
Asher’s POVI stepped into the family mansion. The air inside was warm, with the scent of freshly prepared food wafting from the dining room.There, sprawled at the table like she owned the world, was Janine - her legs propped up on the polished surface, as if she had no idea what decorum meant.Servants bustled around her, setting plates and dishes on the wide table, their expressions carefully neutral.“If it isn’t my evil little sister,” I stated, arching a brow at her casual insolence.She turned to me with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hello, my favorite big brother!” she chirped in a sweet tone of voice.I rolled my eyes all the way to the back of my head.Before I could reply, Marcus strolled in, a bottle of wine dangling from his hand. “I heard that, Janine,” he said in his usual unbothered manner.Janine rolled her eyes dramatically. “It’s no secret that Asher is my favorite. You never really had my time, Marcus,” she retorted with a teasing grin.Marcus slid i
Ivy’s POVThe wineglass hovered near my lips as I froze. Slowly, I turned to face him, my smirk faltering as my gaze locked onto the storm brewing in his eyes.“Can we talk?” His tone was calm, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him.I arched an eyebrow, letting a flicker of defiance cross my face. “What do you want?” I kept my voice even, but my heart clenched in frustration at his audacity.Marsha glanced between us, visibly uncomfortable. “I’ll… give you two a moment,” she murmured before turning to leave. Miles followed her out.But then Asher stepped closer. Too close. His presence loomed over me, the space between us shrinking until I could feel the weight of his gaze. I swallowed. “I don’t know where to start from, Ivy,” he said, his voice low and firm. “I’m really sorry, about...”I tilted my head, taking a deliberate sip of my wine, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. Setting the glass down on the counter, I met his gaze head-on. “What part are you actually sorry fo