Ivy I don't know what to think anymore. My visit to the house office yielded nothing; Gael didn't have the decency to call me and say anything. My heart is burning with worry, and the day is already bright, yet I couldn't manage to sleep. I spent the whole night walking back and forth in the living room, and I confess I'm about to call the police. However, when the front door finally opens, and he walks in, I feel my poor, tormented heart race excessively. I can't tell if it's relief at seeing him alive and well or anger at disappearing for so long without a single word. Gael takes off a coat I don't recognize and gives me a tired look. His eyes don't hide his surprise, probably because it's only five in the morning, and I'm awake at this hour. Silently, he folds the coat and rests it on his forearm. After getting rid of his shoes, he walks into the room. "Why are you awake at this hour?" What? He must be joking! I grumble angrily and go after him like a runaway train, beginning to p
Paul Lincon A man must know the right moment to let love into his heart. All my life I've known that I wouldn't be free of it. The problem is that this love always arrives late and when it does, it's hard to decipher. How do you find out if your heart has been contaminated by this mischievous beast? I have no idea. All I know is that if you don't open your eyes to this feeling, you could suffer horribly or lose your better half for good. Anyway, I'm keeping an eye on this feeling that seems so tiny that you can't even see it coming. That's a metaphor, of course. However, I'm not that far away from that thought. For example, my best friend and my boss made one of those blunders and damn it I could hit that iron head and split it open in two strips, just to make sure that he would finally see that Ivy was the great love of his life. I can glory in the fact that he didn't blow it once and for all in the finale and I'm glad that finally Gael D'Angelo is truly a happy man. Anyway, I'm no
Paul Lincon She wants this, and I want it too. I think and lean in slowly, allowing myself to feel the gentle warmth coming from her lips, and the kiss almost happens. I said almost because I'm not crazy enough to start something I can't continue. So, I pull back just a little and slide down, while my bold hands insinuate touching the sides of her body. I watch her lift her head, close her eyes, and take a deep, heavy breath. What does she think I'm going to do? I can't help but smirk, and I start gathering the crumpled documents into a pile, lifting my body shortly afterward. However, when I look into her eyes, I see how heavy they are, but somewhat frustrated, I guess. I move away more and release the lock, and the door finally opens. "Have a great day at work, Miss Allen!" I know, I'm playing with fire, but in the game of love, anything goes, right? "Good morning, Mr. Lincon!" She says and exits. Ah, that formal tone drives me crazy! *** One week... "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Chloe lets
IvyUnlike most days, Seattle woke up sunny, much like my state of mind. This house has never been as bustling as today, and the garden has never been so alive. Smiling, I step away from the window and glance at the white dress laid out on the bed, letting out a sigh of anticipation just by looking at it. Especially today, Marie and Miran are with the nannies, as I'll barely have time to touch them given the chaos I need to face until everything is truly ready. I know you must be curious about my evasive comments, but I believe you can imagine my reasons."Are you still like this?" Marina asks, entering my room, eyeing the white lingerie set clinging to my body, and I find myself smiling at her somewhat exasperated question."Cut me some slack, I'm extremely nervous!""You've been married once, Mrs. D'Angelo. I don't understand the reason for all this nervousness.""Hmm, future Mrs. Scott, soon you'll feel the same sensation. Then I want to hear what you have to say," I quip, teasing
IvyDuring the renewal of vows...The noise of applause is muffled by the sound of a piano, and automatically, I turn in the direction of that sound. Gael's voice echoes loudly on the microphone, singing the song "Hard for Me," and extremely surprised, I bring my hands to my face, gazing at the immense and beautiful bouquet of red roses he holds in his hand, supporting it with his arm as he sings the lyrics. My heart beats too hard, and inevitable tears of emotion fill my eyes. His intense eyes are always fixed on mine as if he declares all his love for me in the beautiful words of this song. Good Lord, I want to run to him, to hug him and kiss him.However, my legs don't obey me. I simply can't move from my spot. I know he loves me, and I have no doubt about it, but declaring himself in front of everyone without any hesitation, without embarrassment, and with such sincerity, that is... My God! It's priceless and incomparable. In the middle of the song, Gael starts descending the few
Max ScottBrunette, short, smiling and graceful. This girl won me over with just these requirements. Unlike Gael and Paul, I'm a self-confessed romantic and I'm looking for true love. However, in my social environment it's hard to find a girl who isn't self-interested and ready to get involved with a young, rich guy like me. Therefore, finding true love requires a certain amount of caution, patience and, of course, feeling that delicious, enveloping sensation that many people describe. You know; heart pounding, skin tingling, breath between gasps. In short, love at first sight. Yeah, I know, that's a girl thing. But that's me, Maxwell Scott, a great and renowned lawyer in search of true love.(…)Moments on the boat trip with friends and family..."Who is she?" I found myself asking, and in the sequence, I brought the whiskey glass to my mouth."Marina. She's a friend and Judy Dixon's nurse. So, it's none of your business, my friend!" Gael growled assertively, giving two pats on my ba
Max Scott"I say the same." She makes me snap out of it, and soon the conversation begins to flow. And then, we're daring on the dance floor. A touch here and there, a suggestive kiss, and then another, and we end the night in a hurry at my apartment.Now I'm lying here in my bed, watching her as she sleeps completely naked. Her dark hair is spread across my pillow. Her mouth has a tiny opening that reveals little to me. I catch my breath and decide to get out of bed quietly, holding back an insane urge to wake her up. This is driving me crazy! I think as I hurry down the corridor. In the living room I find my dog, who gets to her feet as soon as she notices me. She lets out a loud growl at me and I put my index finger to my mouth, demanding her silence. However, before moving on, I open the door to my room and check that she's still asleep. - Don't be rude! We have guests sleeping over. - I scold her, but she repeats her growl and I roll my eyes, heading downstairs. Bumina comes afte
Jasper MasonA child should grow up in a happy home, with happy and attentive parents, and still be protected by them, right? I grew up in such a home. I had the supreme protection of my parents, their unconditional love, the joy of a complete family, and yet, I wasn't a completely happy child. So you might say I was an ungrateful and selfish child, or that I wanted the whole world just for myself.The truth is, even though Donna Mason never told me about her past, I knew deep down she carried a sadness within her. And it was this sadness that didn't complete a picture that should have been perfect. She smiled at me, played with me, but often didn't seem truly present. I know, I was just a child and couldn't be sure of it.However, I grew up, and this feeling accompanied me until the day we lost my father, and it was just her and me. Donna harbored painful secrets, dreamt of a child violently taken from her, and truly knowing her story almost killed me inside. I had a goal, to win ove
Miran D'Angelo"I'm going to get a drink for the girls. Do you want one?" David, Marie's boyfriend, asks, and without looking at him, I shake my head and head for the iron staircase. As if drawn to her, I go straight to the dance floor, right in the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, and stop right behind her. Boldly, my hands take possession of her waist. She glances sideways, her smile widens, and I have my green light. So, I lean against her delicious body and move following her rhythm. The whole thing is a sensual drug that intoxicates me, envelops me, and leaves me completely intoxicated. My whole body is buzzing, and damn, I'm dying to taste her flavor. But hold on, Miran, you need to take it slow. First, feed your desire, awaken your dormant fire, make her want more, and then you'll be in the bag. It doesn't take long for our bodies to be tightly pressed and sweaty. Our breaths are heavy and panting, and to top it off, we're already on the third drink.It's time to put her t
Miran D’AngeloEleven years later..."Why do you always have your nose buried in those books?" I grumble as soon as I enter the living room of my parents' house and find Donna, my youngest sister, lying on one of the sofas reading a romance novel.Girls! Why do they believe in such nonsense? They're always sighing around and daydreaming. I understand that love exists. I have several classic examples swirling around me. Paul, Max, Uncle Jasper, and even my father. Each of them has a story to tell. But let's be honest? You can't live on dreams. I'm not a heartless man or anything like that. I'm more of a pragmatist. I'm the vice president of D’Angelo Corporation and soon I'll be the president, but I didn't get here with dreams and sighs. I studied, worked hard, and did my best to be seen by my father and recognized for my merits. I'm determined, and I have my feet firmly on the ground."I love witnessing love growing in their hearts. You should try it," she says, closing the book and ju
EvyMinutes later...Remember the part where my world was falling on top of my head? It just collapsed completely because at this exact moment, there are several men scattered throughout the mansion with their pens and clipboards, calculating the value of everything. Exactly everything. Not even my jewelry escaped this. Nervously, I grabbed my phone and called my brother. Where did this idiot go? I wondered mentally when yet another call went straight to voicemail."Damn it!" I cursed with a loud exhale and pocketed the phone back."Miss Dixon?" I subtly nod to the tall, portly man as he approaches. "My name is Phil Carter, I'm the manager of the Seattle bank, and I would like to talk to your mother about some outstanding matters...""You'll have to talk to me, Mr. Carter. Please, come with me to the study," I say and take a few stiff steps, leading him inside and pointing to a chair for the gray-haired gentleman. "Care for a drink?""Oh no, thank you, it's still too early," he nods.
EvyAt dinner, I was super happy and excited about my surprise, but the atmosphere seemed a bit off. John had a smile on his face, but he couldn't take his eyes off his plate. Why was this strange? Well, normally, he's chatty and funny too. Dad, on the other hand, was serious and barely touched his food, and my mom seemed a bit pale. If this surprise could tragically change the mood of our dinner, I confess I'm afraid to find out what it is."I need to go out," Dad announced suddenly, and Mom dropped her utensils on the plate. He went to the living room, and she followed him immediately."What was that? What's happening?" I asked my brother. However, he let out a theatrical sigh and looked at me with a certain disdain."It was nothing, little sis. Dixon family dramas that you know well. I don't know how you're not used to it yet." I forced myself to swallow the food in my mouth, left the utensils, and went after them. Dixon family drama? What kind of talk is this? Since when do we hav
Evy"Ah, Ivy?" He immediately puts down the pen on the papers and stands up."Did you want to talk to me, Professor?" He nods, indicating a chair, and I politely take a seat."First of all, I want you to know that I just graded your test.""And?" I arch my presumptuous eyebrows because I know exactly what the result is."You are truly amazing, girl!" I break into a broad and smug smile."Thank you, Professor!""Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about.""So, what is it about?""I've had my eye on you for some time, Ivy. And since we're nearing the end of the course, I'd like to invite you to go out." Okay, I swallowed hard now. Okay, he's really handsome and attractive too. There's just a little problem in this equation. After focusing on this course, my second focus will be getting into one of Seattle's largest accounting firms "the D’Angelo Corporation" and for that, I'll have to take another deep dive into the world of numbers, but this dive needs to be much deeper. I'll need
From this chapter onwards you will have a spin-off of Ivy Dixon. How it all began?*** EvyMoments before the Dixon family went bankrupt..."My name is Ivy Dixon, but you already know that. As you've probably noticed, I'm a pretty outgoing and lively girl. However, I'm also determined and opinionated. So, I can take things easy, but don't step on my toes. Besides this mixed personality of mine, I have an exaggerated passion for numbers, and that's been the case for as long as I can remember. That's precisely why I'm studying accounting.Well, I was born into a family with Italian veins, and I believe that's where my determination comes from. I have few friends at the moment, and don't think it's because of shyness, because if there's one thing I'm not, it's shy. The fact is, since I started college, my high school and childhood friends have all gone their separate ways, and I've had to start from scratch since then. Of course, I'm almost done with my degree, and I haven't exactly foc
Gael "Time for congratulations, guys," my daylight announces, opening just a crack in the door. The men down the remnants of their drinks and leave their empty glasses on the coffee table, exiting the office one by one. However, I remain standing in my place, devouring my wife with my gaze. She stands by the doorframe, and after coveting me for a while, decides to enter the room and walks slowly towards me. I undo the first two buttons of my shirt for some air, but it seems to be trapped in my lungs. Definitely, nothing has changed between us over these years. Ivy still dominates me, circles around me, blatantly steals my control and my capacity too. However, I don't complain. On the contrary. I love it when she takes over my universe and commands my entire orbit. I think completely amazed when she stops right in front of me. "You look beautiful," I whisper, leaving my untouched glass on my desk and pull her closer to me. My wife wraps her arms around my neck, and I tilt my head clos
GaelSeven years later...Every passing day convinces me that I was a fool. Remembering that I was once an arrogant man, equally tough on myself, everything, and everyone around me, makes me realize that I wasted a lot of time licking my wounds and covering my eyes to see only what I allowed myself to see. For this reason, my universe changed course in a radical and painful way. I had to face fear head-on. I had to endure the cold that nearly froze my bones and the storms that almost destroyed me to get here. I reflect as I watch the preparations for my youngest daughter's fifth birthday party."Grandma? Grandma?" Donna shouts with her infectious childlike enthusiasm, and the twins run in the same direction as her, snapping me out of my reverie.That's exactly what you're understanding. We had another daughter over the years, and what a surprise it was when my beautiful wife named her after my mother. Donna D'Angelo, our little princess. The funniest thing about all this is that Lis,
Jasper Mason"That's it, Gael! From all of this, man!" Paul grumbles in agreement, filling his glass and raising it in a toast. Max does the same, with trembling hands, and the others repeat the gesture. We approach to join our glasses in a clumsy toast, spilling some of the drink, and we turn the liquid into our mouths at once."There you go, groom, you start the game." Paul unexpectedly throws the ball in my direction, and it hits my head forcefully. The guys laugh, and I point a finger at him."I'm going to beat you big time, idiot!" I threaten with humor, and the commotion returns. When I was just a boy, I dreamed of moments like this with my older brother. Games, laughter, sarcastic remarks, moments of camaraderie. However, I never imagined a bachelor party or that he would be my best man at the wedding. The ball rolls on the improvised field, and I run wildly, dribbling the men in my way. However, after hitting the goalpost made of stones, I gaze at the sky, opening a wide and h