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's eyes widened in shock, her heart hammering in her chest. She could hardly breathe under the muffled fear. The fear of danger swirled within her, the sinister palpable. Unable to dislodge herself, she did the one thing she could do at the moment. Her teeth sank into his flesh, dipping deeper until he surrendered to the pain, releasing her mouth. Jake flinched backward with a shriek, waving his hands in pain. As for Ivy, this was all the time she needed. "FINN CALLOUS HELP!" A shrill scream tore out of her throat, her heart pounding ferociously in her chest. She attempted to repeat the holler, but her voice abruptly cut off. ****** The security team, led by Detective James, was stationed in a nondescript truck parked a block away from the hostage situation. The truck was equipped with a state-of-the-art communication system, multiple camera feeds, and monitoring equipment. The team had set up a command center inside the truck, where they could observe and coordinate
As Ivy's screams echoed through the cemetery, Steve's face turned pale as he had become the center of attention. Ivy's words about him being a killer sent the mourners murmuring, whispering among themselves. Zack continued holding Ivy back, with Irene later stepping in. The fire in Ivy's eyes continued to burn fiercely, something Steve had never seen in her eyes before. This wasn't the same sweet, innocent daughter he used to know; he usually compared her to her mother, but Ivy had proved to be different—a drastic gap that sent his head spinning. He could no longer keep his cool; neither could he stand the scene unfolding, so he silently slipped out of the crowd, casting a brief yet menacing gaze at Ivy. "Ivy, please! Stop!" "You are not thinking clearly..." Zack and Irene's words faded into the background as Steve made his way to his car and slid into it, as though trying to shut himself off from the world. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside him. Ivy
The sky was a deep, foreboding gray, as if it too were mourning the loss of Judy. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth as Ivy walked behind the hearse, her eyes fixed on the polished wooden casket adorned with a spray of white lilies, Judy's favorite flowers.As they reached the gravesite, the mourners gathered around, their faces etched with grief and sorrow. But Ivy's eyes were fixed on one person alone, one person she wished she could crush, melt, break, or kill if it wasn't against the law. Steve stood in front of everyone else, his face showing the grief more than anyone else. Many would relate, after all, it's his sister that died, but Ivy saw through that facade. It seemed Steve enjoyed killing; he should start bracing himself for his own death!"Ivy. Ivy! Snap out of it, okay?" Zack called, pulling Ivy from her thoughts. "Don't cause a scene, at least not now."Ivy didn't even realize her face was scrunched like a ball that had been crushed by a hydraulic press. She
Ivy trudged through the front door, feeling emotionally drained. The image of Judy’s lifeless body repeatedly flashed before her eyes as she blinked back the tears that had threatened to fall.She felt like she was drowning, unable to escape the overwhelming ache that had settled in her chest. It stung so much that she could hardly breathe. With a shaking hand, she reached for the sofa, collapsing into it, craving the comfort that it should offer, but it never came. All she felt was numbness that refused to go away. The pain of losing a loved one... it was so familiar, so daunting, bringing back old painful memories. Judy was gone just like that? Now she was nothing more than a memory, one she wished she could bring to life once again. Tears flowed down her cheeks, having lost the will to fight them.She took a deep breath and pulled out her phone to call Zack, the one she could lean on.Zack picked up on the first ring, his voice sweet and casual. "Hey, how are you?"Ivy sniffled, tr
The courtroom erupted into chaos, and Steve's face turned beet red with anger and frustration. He abruptly stood up and stormed out of the room. Ivy watched him go, a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She felt a sense of vindication, knowing that Jeremy had been found guilty, sooner Steve will be next.Ivy pushed the thought aside and turned to Zack, a smile spreading across her face. "We did it," she whispered, her eyes shining with tears. Zack grinned back, pulling her into a tight hug. As they hugged, Ivy's mind began to wander to Judy. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The call from the hospital had seemed so urgent, so real. What if it wasn't a ruse? What if Judy was hurt? Ivy's smile faltered, and she pulled back from Zack. "I need to go to the hospital," she said and Zack's expression changed from celebratory to concerned. "What's wrong?" Ivy hesitated. "I don't know if the call from the hospital was real or not. But I need to check. What if Jud
The courtroom was packed as Ivy and Zack took their seats behind the prosecutor's table. Steve arrived shortly and sat across from her, his eyes cold and calculating. Ivy's heart raced as she avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the prosecutor, who was shuffling through his notes.The judge, a stern-looking woman, entered the courtroom, and the bailiff called the room to order."This court is now in session," the judge declared, her voice firm and commanding. "The case before us today is the state versus Jeremy Hale. Mr. Prosecutor, you may proceed with your opening statement."The prosecutor, a tall, imposing man with a confident smile, stood up, surveying the courtroom before beginning his statement."Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the case before us today is a heinous crime. A young woman's life was almost cut short due to the reckless actions of the defendant, Jeremy Hale. We will present evidence that shows his actions were not only negligent but also intentional."Ivy felt a
The ride to the court felt like an eternity; it was as though the car was moving at a slow pace, which wasn't the case at all. Ivy let out a big gush of air, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She was determined to see justice served, but the news about her aunt's accident weighed heavily on her heart.She glanced at Zack, who was seated beside her, his expression a mask of calm determination."Hey, you okay?" Zack asked, noticing her gaze.Ivy nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit nervous."Zack's eyes narrowed slightly. "I can tell by the way you're playing with your nails."Ivy's expression faltered for a moment as she stared at her hand and realized she had indeed been fidgeting with her nails. She dropped her hand, feeling a slight flush rise to her cheeks. "I guess I am a bit more nervous than I thought," she admitted, trying to laugh it off.Zack smiled reassuringly and took her hand in his. "It's okay to be nervous, Ivy. This is a big day. But you're prepare
Ivy stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her blazer for what felt like the hundredth time. She took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, and nodded to herself. Today was the day she'd finally face Jeremy in court and put him to justice.The door creaked open, and she turned around to find Zack dressed in a crisp, navy-blue suit, his tie perfectly knotted. He caught her eye and smiled, his expression confident."You okay?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close."Yeah, I am..." Ivy responded, her voice low but laced with steel. "I'm ready."Zack smiled softly, spun her around, and enveloped her in a reassuring hug. "You're going to do great."Ivy's warm smile faltered as she leaned into the comfort of his shoulders. The silence between them was soothing, filled with the gentle sound of his breathing. But the shrill ringtone of her phone pierced the calm, jolting her upright.She pulled away, her eyes locking onto the screen as she hesitated. The number was unkn
Ivy sat on the edge of the bed as Dr. Harrison examined her. Meanwhile, Zack watched anxiously from the corner of the room, his heart pounding in his chest. "Well, let's see," Dr. Harrison said, his brow furrowed as he checked Ivy's vitals. "Your blood pressure seems a bit low, and you're a bit pale. Have you been experiencing any other symptoms?" Ivy shook her head. "Just nausea and this… this bleeding from my nose." Dr. Harrison nodded thoughtfully. "And when was your last period?" Ivy hesitated, suddenly remembering she hadn't really considered that. "I… I'm not sure. Maybe a week ago?" Dr. Harrison's eyes widened slightly. "Mr. Anderson, I think we should run some tests. Just to be sure." Zack's heart sank. "What kind of tests?" Dr. Harrison hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Well, given Ivy's symptoms and the missed period, I'd like to rule out a few possibilities. We'll need to do a blood test and a pregnancy test." Ivy's eyes widened in disbelief. "A pre
ONE WEEK BEFORE THE TRIAL The blanket stirred, ripping like a wave, as Zack and Ivy's bodies moved in sync. Their lips were pressed tightly together, their breath mingling in the quiet room. Ivy had her hand wrapped around Zack's neck, deepening the kiss. Her soft moans filled the room. But just as they were getting lost in the moment, the shrill ring of Ivy's phone shattered the intimacy. Ivy pulled away, reaching for her phone on the bedside table, but when she saw who the caller was, she cut the call and let out a frustrated sigh. “Judy again, isn’t it?” Zack asked, irritation creeping into his voice. Ivy nodded and slumped back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Judy had been blowing up her phone nonstop, sending her a barrage of texts and voicemails. It had become increasingly annoying by the day, and Ivy felt like just meeting with her and giving her a piece of her mind. On the other hand, she didn’t feel like it, as she knew Judy wouldn’t stop apologizing. “I