BACK AT THE BISTRO Irene's chest heaved slightly, suppressing her anger. "You are such a daredevil. You know how your claim riles me up, and you keep repeating it over and over again...." she said through gritted teeth, her face scrunched up in annoyance. They were staring at each other, just a few inches apart. The air was filled with heavy tension and unspoken emotions. Ivy still had her hand on her cheek; her fingers began sliding down her face as her gaze remained fierce. She walked closer to her, each step reverberating with defiance. "I will keep saying it until you finally see the truth... our father was never a murderer..." she said, her tone firm and provocative. Irene raised her hand again to slap her, but Ivy quickly predicted her action. Swiftly, she gripped Irene's hand, her eyes shooting daggers at her. "Let go of my hand," Irene warned, her eyes twitching from sheer anger. A smirk curved up Ivy's lips, a smug reflection visible in her eyes. "You know what you
That reminiscence seemed to have triggered her emotions again. She hastened to the limo, her heart racing with soft thuds as she blinked back all the tears threatening to stream down her face. She never expected her plan of confronting her sister would lead to her mental breakdown. NO, SHE REJECTS BREAKDOWNS; SHE HAS TO BE STRONG TO FIGHT WHAT'S AHEAD.She shut her feelings out, despite them still creeping to the surface, and strode to the limo parked on the side. The door was opened for her, and she hopped in, burying her face under her palm without glancing at the men seated beside her.Zack instantly wrapped his comforting hand around her, hoping to make her calm down, but it was futile. She remained in that posture, making no sound.Finn and Callus exchanged glances, holding back the report they wanted to give as they sensed her distress.Finn cleared his throat while Callus took the initiative to pack up their belongings, ready to leave them to their privacy."Um... we should pro
Arriving at the villa took less than an hour. Ivy quickly stepped out of the limo, her heart heavy with sorrow—one that never seemed to fade away over the years. Unfortunately, her sister had ignited the old flames, and it was burning in its wake. Despite changing the subject to Jake Black while they rode back home, she couldn't get her conversation with Irene out of her head. It deeply reminded her of her past ordeal, which was filled with death and anguish.She tried brushing off the memory constantly clouding her mind so she could focus on the battle ahead. Yet her efforts to conceal those emotions were futile.She hastened to her bedroom, purposely ignoring Zack, who was calling her and following behind, wondering what was wrong. Yeah, he knew what was wrong, but he didn't know which of the situations was overwhelming her more. Was it about her sister claiming her father as a murderer or the imminent danger lurking in the shadows with the mastermind unknown?He couldn't pinpoint w
Zack was fed up waiting, so he pushed open the door only to find out it wasn't locked as he had initially thought. Ivy was seated on the bed with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Zack stared at her for a bit before pointing to the door. "I thought you locked it..." Ivy shook her head, retaining her expression as if forcing herself to be neutral. Zack sighed and sat beside her, his soft gaze fixed solely on her as his hand wrapped around her shoulder.Ivy had her head turned to avoid meeting his gaze, and Zack quickly understood what was going on. A small smile tugged up the corner of his lips, and his face drew nearer until they were a few inches apart. His hand delicately framed her chin, pulling her face closer to his.As much as Ivy wanted to resist, she couldn't. She found herself yielding to his unspoken command with no room for defiance. Her eyes locked into his, wandering over his impeccable face, putting aside her earlier tantrum. Zack's smile slowly faded, his
Ivy emerged from the sleek matte black Aston Martin, its gullwing door swooping open with a soft whoosh. As she stepped onto the crimson carpet, the golden ray of the morning sun danced across her polished stiletto. Her white V-neck suit-like top and loose pants shimmered with luxury, coupled with a matching short veil adorning her face.Walking towards the modern facade of the 'Aurora Museum of Art and Culture,' the plunking sound of her heels reverberated as if announcing her arrival to the world. This place signifies her last resort... where she might pull herself from the clashes with her enemies...With a warm smile, she walked off the carpet, making her way to the VIP area.As she settled into her seat, a low voice rang out from her earpiece. "Have you spotted him yet..."Ivy squinted, her eyes scanning the whole plaza. "Not yet. Didn't you say he has arrived?""Yes, look further; he is coming your way..." Finn's voice sounded again.Ivy crossed her legs, her gaze wandering abou
Her words were like blades cutting through the air, and instantly Jake's face darkened, his body stiff as his gaze remained fixed ahead.Ivy, upon noticing his reaction, shortened the distance between them, a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips. "It pains me that the poor child was given no justice..."Initially, Jake was avoiding her gaze, but upon hearing her, his eyes automatically snapped to her, his jaw clenching. "You are playing with fire, young woman...""But I don't feel the heat..." Ivy responded fairly quickly with a snide remark, her heart slightly thudding in her chest as she anticipated his next reaction. The more she dipped deep, the more her heart raced. Still, she wanted to see how far she could go in the conversation to make him confess, even if only a bit.Jake exhaled exasperatedly, his gaze never faltering, with anger flashing in his eyes. "You don't regret ratting me out; you think you're some kind of hero, don't you?" He took two deliberate steps forward, e
Jake stared silently, consumed by every word that left her mouth. His composure was slowly fading, almost at the brink of an outburst; he composed himself right away. Still retaining her triumphant smile, she added, "Don't play dumb; I know your little secret..." "I don't know the Stella you speak of..." Jake denied abruptly after recovering from his trance-like state. His heart raced slowly, betraying his outward composure. "And I don't have time to..." A buzzing sound interrupted him. Ivy shrugged, picking out her phone from her purse, her eyes fixed on Jake as she studied him intently; every bit of his body language screamed nervousness. Though his jaw was tense and his face serious, Ivy saw past the facade. A hint of fear flickered in his eyes; his motion of dipping his hand into his pocket was just a ruse to intimidate her with superiority, which was otherwise the case. She smiled, her lips curving with smugness as her phone buzzed in her hand. One gift she was grateful for,
Jake suspected Ivy was up to no good. During their conversation, her every word was laced with suspicion, and it was directed towards him. But at the mention of Stella, the world seemed to crumble in front of him; his heart skipped a beat as he sank on his breath, understanding that Ivy knew far more than he expected. She had bitten off more than she could chew. When he saw the sly smile on her face while her phone rang, he knew something was off. And he began wondering why she was hesitating to answer the call. What was she hiding behind that phone call that caused a smirk to appear on her face? And her earlier words, the ones about taking him down, didn't seem like a bluff. His curiosity got the better of him; taking cautious steps, he followed behind her, his movements slow and deliberate. Composing himself, he precariously stalled at the corner of the wall, listening to her conversation on the phone. His brow knitted as Ivy spoke with excitement, her words like a blad
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