"Jake..." Ivy called, her voice barely audible as she slowly stepped back. "Don't do this... please." Her breathing was ragged, her legs slightly trembling.Jake drew nearer, his resounding footsteps a countdown to danger. "Don't beg me now; you had the chance to before all this started, but you didn't." His nose was twitching, the volume of his voice increasing. "You were playing the hero..."Ivy gulped down, her mind racing, searching for a way out of the predicament. Her earpiece was gone, and her purse, which had her pepper spray, was nowhere to be found. She stood defenseless; fear shook within her, but she masked it with bravery to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing her frightened.She jammed her back against the wall, her eyes intently fixed on Jake, her fighting instincts kicking in. Seeing that there was no way to talk him out of hurting her, she resorted to the next thing she could do. "Come at me! COME AT ME!" she hollered, adrenaline surging through her. "You want
Zack hastened to meet her, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him like a wave. Just a few minutes ago, he had been worried sick, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios, his heart heavy with fear. But now, as he saw her walking toward him, safe and sound, his anxiety melted away, replaced by intense joy. As they met, they enveloped each other in a tight, desperate embrace, neither willing to pull away. Ivy's face lit up with a radiant smile, the warmth and comfort of his embrace seeping into her body, calming her nerves and soothing her fears. Zack held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as if he'd never let her go again. He breathed in the scent of her hair, feeling his heart swell with love and gratitude. Ivy, too, clung to him, her hands in fists in his shirt, her face buried in his chest. She felt the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his skin, and knew she was home. For a long moment, they just held each other, savoring the warmth and safety
A handful of people were scattered throughout the spacious room, their eyes drawn to the couple like magnets, their gazes fixed on the two lovers with a mixture of curiosity and fascination sensing the palpable connection between them. But the moment Zack's gaze shifted to them, they immediately looked away, pretending to be oblivious to their presence. His gaze returned to Ivy, his wry smile etching his face. With his hand still on her waist, he peppered kisses on her forehead, totally disregarding Bryan, who was right beside them. Speechless, he turned around, walking back to wherever he had come from. After the lovebirds were satisfied with their public display of affection, they wrapped their hands around each other's shoulders, leaving the premises. "When are we having our vacation?" Ivy asked, her face radiating with a warm smile, her joy never faltering. "Right now," Zack replied, guiding her toward the limo parked up ahead. Ivy's brow furrowed as she glanced at him incre
The sound of giggles filled the serene haven, carried away by the cool and gentle breeze that spoke volumes of a cozy ambiance. Softly swaying palm trees and vibrant beach flowers danced in harmony, as if serenading the joyful moments unfolding on the pristine shore. Ivy's legs swayed triumphantly, her arms wrapped around Zack's neck as he carried her toward the secluded bungalow up ahead. Her face brimmed with joy, a wide smile spreading across her face as the warm sunlight cast a golden glow upon them, infusing the air with a sense of warmth and comfort. Zack's face was lit with a warm smile, aligning with the soft gaze as his eyes were locked on hers. Their gaze never faltered as they made their way to the building beckoning them ahead. He laid her down on the couch on the veranda, his movement slow and gentle. Ivy still had her hands wrapped around his neck as he crouched down beside her, their faces mere inches apart. As they were locked into an affectionate stare, the c
Meanwhile, at one of the police headquarters where Jake was imprisoned, a grey Lamborghini squeaked in, the sound of tires squealing under friction as the engine came to a halt. Slowly, the gull-wing door swooped open, and a man stepped out, his branded shoe plunking on the ground as he made his way to the entrance. After adjusting his glasses, he walked through the single door, approaching the correction officer. With a warm smile, he gestured for a handshake, his eyes narrowed in feigned delight. "Good morning, officer," he greeted, his hand still stretched out. The correction officer glanced at his hand, his eyes wandering over him. After a short moment of silence, he finally took his hand, returning the pleasantries, not really seeing the need for such needless salutations. "Good morning. How may I help you?" Chris's smile widened, his emerald eyes piercing deep into the officer as if trying to see through him. "I am here to see Jake Black," he replied, his sly smile neve
We've earned ourselves the front page of the celebrity gist." Ivy squealed with delight, her body bobbing enthusiastically as she perched on Zack's lap, her weight pressing gently on his muscles. Wrapping her hand around his shoulder, she showed him the magazine, her eyes sparkling with contained excitement. Zack skimmed through the front page, his lips curling into a slight smile as he read the headlines: [Ivy and Zack Found Smooching in Museum: Fake Marriage or True Love] It seemed a paparazzi had captured photos of them at the museum; their kissing stunt had been portrayed for the curious netizens. Their marriage seemed like a fake alliance, loveless and convenient in the eyes of the public. Ivy's smile brightened as she bubbled with delight. "For the first time, I feel truly happy to be in the main headlines." Zack took his eyes off the magazine, his hand wrapping around her waist. "That's because my name is right beside yours..." he purred, his hand framing her cheeks as he
Ivy's face lit up in a bright smile, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Hubby, do you want a baby now?" "Not...now though," Zack replied, staring at nothing in particular. "I asked because I have never envisioned myself having kids; I didn't think I'd ever love again." He smiled softly, his lips brushing against hers as he pulled her close to himself. "You are my miracle." Ivy's smile faded a bit when she saw the look in his eyes; his expression was slightly serious, and his voice was genuine. She couldn't help but wonder what had transpired in his life before they met. She gently kissed his forehead, her lips poised with sincere affection. "If I am your miracle, then you are my safe haven," she said, her gaze softening and flickering with sincerity. The connection between them was palpable, increasing with each passing day; her heart beat in sync with the memory of their encounter and past notion of 'convenient marriage.' Fate took a drastic turn, using challenges and obstacle
"We want to watch a movie; where is the popcorn?" Ivy asked, bouncing up and down on the couch, excitement radiating from her. "Ah, you want the sacred movie snack?" Zack teased, hiding the popcorn behind his back. "Well, I'm not sure if you deserve it..." Ivy discreetly peeped from the corner of her eyes. "Okay, now you want to tease me? With popcorn?" She pouted, her arms crossed. "Okay then..." She stood up from the couch, walking towards their bedroom. "...wait, where are you going?" Zack asked, still holding the popcorn behind his back, a hint of confusion on his face. "I'm going to get the most epic movie snack ever!" Ivy declared, her voice dripping with drama. "Something that will make your precious popcorn look like mere crumbs!" Zack chuckled, intrigued by her sudden move. "What's that?" Ivy stopped at the bedroom door, turned around, and gave him a sly grin. "You'll see... or should I say, you'll taste!" With that, she disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Z
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
FEW DAYS LATERIvy sat in the therapist's office, fidgeting with her hands as she tried to process the events of the past few weeks. Firstly, discovering her father was alive, then his repulsion, then the truth behind her mother's death. She sighed. It was all too overwhelming—Zack was right, she needed help if she wanted to dive into the road of vengeance. She had to be emotionally stable to handle the heat. That's why she had agreed to visit a therapist, as the nightmares were becoming unbearable. Ivy couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness that had consumed her for so long.Dr. Thompson, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, took a seat across from her with a warm smile on her face."Welcome, Mrs. Anderson," she greeted, and Ivy returned the smile, forcing her lips to curl up.She looked up at Dr. Thompson, who was watching her with a compassionate gaze, and she asked, feeling a sense of desperation wash over her, "Where do I even start?"Dr. Thompson leaned forward, her eye
"Ivy, Ivy," Zack called softly, standing at the door to their bedroom. Ivy had locked herself in again and refused to answer.It made Zack wonder if he had been too pushy, too insensitive. He knew Ivy was strong and capable, but he also knew that she was still vulnerable, still hurting from her past. And it was like a thorn to his heart to see her suffering.He hoped that she would forgive him, that she would understand that he was only trying to help. But as the minutes ticked by, Zack couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a mistake—one that might take some time to repair."I'm sorry, Ivy," he whispered. "I promise to listen to you, to understand you. Please, just let me in."Zack paused, hoping that Ivy would respond, but there was only silence. He sighed, feeling a pang of regret and worry. He didn't want to lose Ivy, not even for a moment. He wanted to be there for her, to hold her, to comfort her.He tried again, his voice softer, more gentle. "Ivy, please. Don't shut me ou
Once the kitchen was spotless, Ivy and Zack got to work cooking up a storm together. They chatted and joked, with Ivy doing most of the work, supervising Zack on what to do."I'll start chopping the veggies," Ivy said, picking up a knife and heading to the cutting board."What do you need me to chop?" Zack asked, standing beside her."Can you chop the bell peppers and onions?" Ivy replied, starting to chop some broccoli.Zack nodded, taking the knife from Ivy and beginning to chop the bell peppers and onions. The sound of sizzling vegetables and the aroma of stir-fry filled the air as they worked together.As they chopped and cooked, Ivy felt a sense of calm wash over her. This was what she needed – a normal, quiet evening with her husband, away from the drama and stress of her family's secrets. She wished every day could be like this, problem-free.But as they cooked, she couldn't help but think about her conversation with Irene earlier that day. She knew she had to tell Zack about i
Upon hearing Irene, Ivy recall what she had gone through a few months ago with Jake's situation. The danger, fear, and anxiety all came flooding back. Her eyes glazed over as she stared blankly into space. Was she ready to face that kind of situation again? It seemed her father's cruelty was beyond her imagination. "Having second thoughts?" Irene's voice cut through the fog, snapping her back to reality. "It would be better if we don't do anything rash, at least not now." Ivy shook her head in disapproval. She refused to sit back and do nothing while he had threatened her about Jeremy's trial. Upon drifting to this thought, she tugged on Irene's sleeve and forced her to sit back down. Irene didn't resist Ivy's pull but sighed in frustration. "We can't just sit back and do nothing, Irene," Ivy continued. "He's threatening me with Jeremy's case." Irene's brow furrowed in confusion. "Jeremy's case as in—wait." She paused, her eyes widened in shock. "Jeremy is back!" Ivy nodded a
Ivy refused to sit back and let things unfold before her eyes. Though she hadn't recovered from the trauma of her past, she had to take action.Ivy concealed her plan from Zack and her decision to investigate on her own. She needed Zack, but there were actions to be taken without Zack's help.So, the next day as Zack left the office, Ivy put on a brave face, not wanting to arouse any suspicion and also to avoid the retort of a therapist. She waited until Zack was out of sight, and with a sense of purpose and trepidation, Ivy dialed Irene's number.The line went through, and Irene's voice sounded with a hint of irritation."What do you want now?"Ivy ignored Irene's icy tone and got to her point."Let's meet up at the French bistro," she said flatly, leaving no room for protest.Irene chuckled at Ivy's slightly commanding tone, intrigued by whatever reason Ivy might have."What do you want?" Irene repeated, exasperation creeping into her voice."I'd rather discuss that in person, and I
As Zack swept her into their bedroom, Ivy's heart skipped a beat, racing with anticipation. She felt the wall against her back as Zack's strong hands pinned her in place."Late noon sex won't be so bad after all," Ivy teased as she felt Zack's hands cradle her hips, lifting her higher, his fingers digging gently into her skin.Ivy was breathless as her body was pressed closer to Zack's, their faces merely inches apart. The movement sent a thrill through her, and she felt her body responding at all turns."I'm glad you like the ideas," Zack finally spoke, a soft whisper in her ears, as he held her suspended, her hips at his mercy.Ivy's lips parted slightly, her body leaning into him. Her heart throbbed. Instinctively, she found her hand already wrapping around Zack's neck, pulling him close.She knew she should probably pull back, as it wasn't their usual position, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Zack, and she didn't realize it at first, but she needed him right now. H
"Yeah, I don't see tears on your cheek," Susan said, her voice laced with sarcasm as she gently wiped away the tears streaming down Ivy's face.Ivy's eyes widened in embarrassment, and she quickly looked away, trying to compose herself.Susan's expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around Ivy, pulling her into a warm hug. "It's okay, Ivy. Let it all out. I'm here for you."Ivy's resistance crumbled, and she buried her face in Susan's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. Susan held her close, whispering words of comfort and reassurance as Ivy finally allowed herself to release the emotions she had been bottling up for so long.As Ivy cried, Susan stroked her hair, murmuring softly, "That's it... Don't worry about the time; we have all day."After what felt like an eternity, Ivy's sobs finally subsided, and she pulled back from Susan, her face red and puffy from crying. Susan handed her a tissue, and Ivy blew her nose, feeling a little more composed."I'm sorry," Ivy said, her voic