Ivy sighed silently; she knew Susan was right. There was someone else who would stop her from doing anything reckless, and that's Zack. But that won't make her change her mind. She was firm on her decision, not regarding the risk to be taken. She just had to wait for her full recovery and discharge before getting ready to execute whatever she planned on doing. Susan stayed bedside her for quite some time; they changed the topic, happily chatting before Zack arrived. The moment Zack stepped into the room, Susan gathered her belongings, flashing Ivy a warm smile. "I should get going now, take care, okay?" As she left, Zack's serious expression softened. He sat on the bed, wrapping his hands around Ivy. Ivy was growing accustomed to the newly developed intimacy and connection between them, and she was truly grateful for having someone like Zack by her side. Cuddling her made her feel relief. "You will be discharged tomorrow. A personal nurse will assist you at home," he said, his voi
Zack would have disconnected the call, but the caller's words played on his mind; they clearly insinuated a hostile undertone. "Who are you?" he asked, his memory not reflecting the caller's voice.Silence followed in the background; it was both irritating and suffocating. Deep lines etched his face as he listened to the silence until his patience ran out."Answer me. How did you get this number?" he demanded, expecting a response soon, but there was none. The call disconnected from the other end, followed by a series of sharp beeps.He placed the phone away from his ears, his knitted brow quirked, his mind trying to ascertain who the mysterious caller was, but no matter how deeply he thought about it, he still couldn't recognize him. It seemed the caller certainly knew him."What does he want?" Ivy asked, her eyes penetrating through Zack; she overheard a bit of the conversation.Zack's contemplative gaze wandered. "I don't know; he's just another troublemaker," he replied, not sure
With a sudden gasp, Ivy's lips parted, and her eyes sparkled with astonishment. She had completely forgotten it was her birthday; the date slipped her mind amidst the chaos of her current worries. But now, a warm flutter erupted in her chest, and her fingers intertwined with unbridled joy. "Oh, Zack... that's incredibly sweet of you..." she whispered, her voice barely audible yet brimming with emotion. "Thank you." Zack's face radiated satisfaction, his smile still stretching as he offered her the bouquet. Ivy accepted it, her own smile unwavering, feeling truly blessed in this moment. A surge of warmth coursed through every fiber of her being, leaving her breathless. When was the last time someone surprised her with such a thoughtful, dramatic gift on her special day? She couldn't remember; the particular date to her was just like every other day for the past nine years. "Shall we?" Zack gestured toward the plaid mat and nice treat waiting for them. "Of course..." Her hands intert
Ivy's body led the way, her mind at ease, letting her longing take over into a sync of appetency. Her fingertips lickishly traced his arm up to his neck. Gripping his hair, she spared no space between them; they were not inches apart as they basked in proximity.Zack was taken aback by the sudden kiss but was quite responsive at the same time. His hand crawled up to her waist, pressing her body against his hard chest, her heartbeat pulsating against his as their lips locked with burning lust.The feeling he had suppressed for long, buried under the abyss, finally erupted like a volcano spewing a torrent of emotions he could no longer contain. He explored the depth of her mouth, his tongue skillfully reveling in every sweetness, leaving her breathless and wanting for more. Consumed by sheer pleasure, his hold on her waist tightened. He squeezed her soft flesh with gentle yet insistent pressure, sending tingles of electricity all over her body.He suddenly spun her around and pressed he
Ivy understood the particular discussion was unavoidable. She would have to explain herself now at this moment as Zack seemed insistent and wouldn't accept any deviation from the main subject. "Please... I don't like the silence..." Zack said, ambiguously commanding her to begin speaking. Ivy shifted closer, ready to comply. "Okay, here it goes..." She listed her suspects and explained how she planned on fishing out the culprits, with the help of the detective and security team. Zack listened silently, fighting the urge to interrupt her halfway through her explanation, his brow furrowed in distaste, clearly not liking the idea at all. "Ivy... that's...." "Risky... I know," she cut him off, completing the statement. "It's quicker that way. I know my enemies' motivations, and I can use that knowledge to my advantage..." Zack shook his head in disapproval. "No, I disagree. It's too much of a risk..." he said firmly; he couldn't bring himself to let her carry out such a hazardous pl
"It's 7 AM and everything is still not ready?" Xavier, the butler, admonishingly yelled at the maids lined up in the dining room. His wrinkled brow quirked in displeasure as he vehemently scolded them for being gastropodous with their duties. "Where is Stella? Cooking should have been done by now." The maids exchanged knowing glances, their faces drooped to the floor without replying to the yelling old man. "I asked a question," Xavier hollered, his voice echoing throughout the whole place, exasperated by their silence. One of the maids exhaled deeply, slowly raising her head, her lips twitching as she found it difficult to respond. In the end, she replied anyway, "Stella and the others were already done with the meals, but Emelia wasted it all." "How?" Xavier asked, expecting more of an explanation, but they were interrupted by a morning visitor. "Xavier, it's too early to be yelling like this. I wonder why he hasn't come downstairs by now from your loud scoldings." Bryan said
The couple emerged from the room, their hands intertwined as they made their way to the dining room for breakfast. Zack gallantly pulled out the chair for her, his lips grazing her neck with gentle kisses. Ivy's cheeks flushed, her lips curling up in a soft, tender smile. "Someone is trying to score points, I see."Zack let out a throaty chuckle as he sat across the table, his gaze never faltering from her adorable face. "It's turning red again."Ivy playfully frowned, trying to contain the hue visible on her cheeks. "Don't start." She looked away and placed her gaze on the meal before her. She held her cutlery, taking off the cover from the mouthwatering dishes. With her eyes closed, she inhaled the sweet smell of grilled bacon as her fork clicked on the chinaware.Just as she was about to get a taste of her crispy bacon, one of the maids suddenly burst in, jarring the dining table and rattling the chinaware. Some glasses shattered on the marble floor, splattering sprays of water ben
Ivy's eyes widened as Emelia's concise whisper sent shockwaves to her core. Her heart was slowly racing in her chest, bringing her back to the same dreadful feeling she felt a few days ago."Who among them did it? Tell me..." she asked in a whisper, her inquiring gaze fixed on Emelia.Emelia's face scrunched up in discomfort, hesitant to answer. She slowly shook her head, her eyes scanning the whole place while her chest heaved. "I can't say who... but don't eat anything from the kitchen."Ivy couldn't understand why Emelia was making the subject more sensitive than it should be. Why couldn't she just point out the person? Or perhaps she was being threatened? Because Ivy couldn't find a better reason why she looked so afraid. She was practically trembling!"Emelia, who is it? Let me know so I can—""No, don't..." Emelia hushed, waving her hand frantically. "Don't retaliate now. It will only worsen the situation."Ivy's brow furrowed, realizing Emelia might know more about the situatio
Ivy blinked incredulously as she stared at her father. Was he being serious? "You want me to lie under oath and perjure myself to save Jeremy's skin?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage.Steve's expression remained impassive, as though nothing else mattered to him. "I'm not asking you to lie, Ivy," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I'm asking you to... refrain from testifying for the sake of our family, and I promise I'll make sure that after Jeremy serves just a few years, he will never bother you again."Ivy laughed in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? After everything he has done, you want to manipulate the whole situation and lighten his sentence?"Steve's face darkened, and for a moment, Ivy thought she saw a flicker of anger in his eyes. But then, his expression smoothed out again, and he spoke in a tone that was almost... reasonable."Ivy, listen to me. Jeremy made a mistake, okay? He's sorry for what he did, and he's willing to face the consequences. But if you testi
Susan's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly nodded and signaled to the host that Ivy was ready to continue. Ivy took a deep breath, smoothing out her dress and pasting a bright smile on her face. She was determined to get through this, no matter what.As she walked back onto the stage, the audience applauded again, and Ivy waved, her smile never wavering. The host greeted her warmly and introduced the next segment of the show. Meanwhile, Ivy's eyes scanned the audience, her gaze locking onto her father and aunt, who were still sitting in the front row.Instantly, Ivy's anger and resentment simmered again, but she took a deep breath, determined to keep her cool. She was going to get through this, and she was going to make sure that her father and aunt didn't ruin it for her. They really had guts showing up here; whatever the reason, it didn't seem good.With a newfound sense of determination, Ivy refocused on the show, answering the host's questions with poise and confidence. She
Two days flew by in a whirlwind of preparations for the talk show. Ivy's days were filled with rehearsals, interviews, and wardrobe fittings. Susan was a constant presence, guiding Ivy through the process. Zack, on the other hand, kept a low profile, but Ivy could sense his eyes on her, watching her every move. It was as though he was scrutinizingly waiting for any mishap.As the day of the talk show approached, Ivy's nerves began to fray. She had always been comfortable in the spotlight, but this time felt different. She couldn't shake the feeling that facing an audience was a terrible idea. It wasn't supposed to be the case, but with everything that had happened lately, she needed time to heal. The nightmare and recollection had been haunting her; it worsened, and it was taking a toll on her appearance.Her eyes were always moist from crying late in the night despite her resolve not to shed tears. She couldn't brush off the pain, grief, and guilt that was eating her up.With thought
Zack shot out of bed and made his way to the door. Meanwhile, as Ivy watched him go, she felt a sense of trepidation. Who could be visiting her now?As Zack opened the door, he spoke in a low tone to Xavier. Ivy couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but she could tell that Zack was not happy.After a moment, Zack turned and walked back into the room, his expression grim as he locked eyes with Ivy."It's your manager."*****Meanwhile, Susan had already made herself at home in the living room, sitting on the couch, sipping a glass of water that Xavier had offered her.As Zack entered the room, Susan stood up, a bright smile plastered on her face. "Zack," she said, extending a manicured hand. "It's so good to see you."Zack's expression remained grim, and he ignored Susan's outstretched hand. "What are you doing here, Susan?" he asked bluntly.Susan's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "I came to see Ivy, of course," she said matter-of-factly. "I've been tr
Zack and Ivy exchanged glances, wondering who it could be. But then Ivy began to have a sinking feeling in her stomach. "I can take a rough guess," she said, slumping back on the bed and mouthing, "Judy." Zack's expression hardened, and he quickly got up from the bed and strode out of the room. "Let her in," he instructed Xavier, and Xavier nodded and hastened down the stairs. Zack followed suit. Judy was allowed in shortly meanwhile Zack had already taken a seat in the living room, his expression twisted in annoyance as he locked eyes with her. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice flat, as if bored by her presence. Judy's eyes were soft and gentle, scanning the whole room, expecting to see Ivy, but there was no sign of her. "Where is she?" Judy asked, her voice slightly trembling, her eyes scanning the room again as if hoping to catch a glimpse of Ivy. Zack's expression remained impassive, his arms crossed over his chest. "She's not available to see you right now,"
Zack's arms wrapped tightly around Ivy, holding her close as she sobbed uncontrollably. He knew a storm was raging within her. He had somewhat expected she would feel broken, but this—it was way more than he had anticipated. She wasn't just broken; she was shattered. The pain and anguish that ravaged her face was evident.Zack held her close, trying to absorb some of the pain that seemed to be tearing her apart. The truth behind her emotions seemed to be consuming her.Ivy's sobs slowly began to subside, and she pulled back from Zack, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked up at him, and for a moment, their eyes locked in a silent understanding."Ivy," Zack whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm sorry about your mom. Irene told me everything."Ivy's eyes searched Zack's face for a moment before she wiped her tears. "She did?"Zack nodded and took her hands in his, his eyes locked on hers. "Whatever happened was devastating, and I'm extremely worried about you." He hesitated
Ivy tossed and turned relentlessly in her bed, her eyes fluttering open to a scene that felt all too real. She was standing in her living room, but it wasn't the warm and cozy space she knew. It was cold and tense, with police officers looming over her dad."Mr. Steve, I'm afraid with the evidence we found, we need to take you in for questioning," one of the officers said, his voice firm but polite.Steve's face was pale with shock, his eyes wide with fear. "What evidence?" he demanded, his voice trembling.The officer hesitated, his expression unreadable. "We can't disclose that right now. But we do have enough to arrest you on suspicion of murder."Steve repeated, his voice shaking, "Murder? No... I didn't kill anyone."The officer's expression remained stern. "Steve, please turn around and put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest."Ivy watched in horror as the officers handcuffed her dad and led him away. She tried to scream, but her voice was frozen in her throat.She
Irene stepped into her house, closing the door behind her as if trying to shut out the world. She stood still for a moment, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings as if seeing them for the first time.Everything around felt hollow. If she knew recollection of the past would cause her this emptiness, she wouldn't have done it. Now she felt like she had traveled back to the past experiences she wanted to shut out for so long."Hey, why are you back so late? It's midnight," Dave sprang up from the couch, but then he noticed the distant look in Irene's eyes. "Irene?"Irene didn't respond. She just walked past him, her feet carrying her on autopilot to the bedroom. Dave's eyes followed her, concern etched on his face."Irene, what's wrong?" he asked, getting up from the couch to follow her.Irene stopped in front of the bedroom door, her hand on the doorknob. She turned to face Dave, her eyes empty and haunted."Nothing," she said flatly, "just tired."With that, she slammed the door
Fifteen-year-old Ivy's feet wobbled, drained from all the running, as she pushed through the door of her home. She panted heavily, catching her breath and meeting the stunned silence in the house.It was odd; she had expected to see her mother standing in the doorway, ready to scold her for running off like that, or perhaps to be welcomed by her sister's taunts, but there was nothing.She raised her head only to find the living room empty."Mum? Irene?" she called, scanning the room, but then someone else emerged—someone she didn't expect to see."Dad? Dad!" She kicked off her shoes and enveloped him in a tight embrace. "I've been looking for you, Dad. Where were you?"Steve pulled away, his expression somber. "I, um..." he began, his gaze on Ivy's face faltering. Ivy noticed the way his voice quaked; her eyes scanned his face, and she caught his hand trembling at his side."Dad, why the face?" Ivy asked, concern etched on her face.Steve looked away without responding; his eyes seeme