Ivy nailed the audition; her raw energy and convincing portrayal of the rugged character impressed the judges. As she exited the audition room, she exhaled deeply, her face flushed with excitement. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.As she approached Susan, a satisfied smile tugged at her lips, and Susan immediately caught the hint."I know you will rock this. I'm sure there saw no need for a callback," Susan said, flashing her a thumbs-up, her eyes shining with pride. "You owned that audition room, Ivy! I'm so proud of you."Ivy's smile widened, her confidence soaring. "Thanks, Susie."Susan nodded. "Now, let's get out of here." Then she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Remember, your hubby is waiting outside."As they walked out of the audition room, Ivy spotted Zack Lamborghini at the corner of the window, the wind down revealing his warm smile as he beckoned her over.Ivy smiled back, knowing there had to be more than one reason why Zack would pick her u
The air livened with excitement as the esteemed guests gracefully glided through the crimson carpet, making their way to a luxurious celebration within. Tonight, Lux Perfume empire marks the commemorated 50th anniversary, a milestone marking five decades of elegance and sophistication. As all the VIPs stepped into the venue, they were greeted with flashing cameras as reporters eagerly approached them, clamoring for exclusive quotes and photos. Irene and Dave weren't left out; their smiles widened at the cameras, feeling a sense of pride as their hands intertwined. Just then, the velvet curtains parted, and Ivy and Zack emerged, commanding the attention of the entire room. The reporters immediately stepped onto the crimson carpet to welcome the particular esteemed guest. Ivy stunned in a daring red gown, her raven hair cascading down her back as she flashed a captivating smile. Beside her, Zack stood tall in his tailored tuxedo. His piercing gaze swept the room. They had th
Irene's cryptic words etched on Ivy's mind, leaving her wondering what Irene could possibly be up to this time. She figured Irene would never get tired of causing havoc in her life and didn't plan to stop.Taking a sip of her drink, she scanned the crowd and caught Irene mingling with the rest of the guests and Dave. When they locked eyes, Irene didn't smile nor smirk as usual; instead, she averted her gaze.Her feelings of unease still lingered, making her wary of what could erupt at any time since it had become a normal occurrence for unwanted situations to arise out of nowhere.She turned back to the barman, requesting another glass. She decided to focus on the event, successfully brushing off her feelings of unease.Upon noticing the old man had fewer people swooping over him, she sprang from the stool, attempting to grab his attention, but then she began to notice something strange.Some of the guests were sneaking glances at her, immediately looking away when she met their gaze.
As Ivy waited for Zack, she scanned the crowd, sensing the weight of unwanted attention. The guests' furtive glances and hushed whispers fueled her unease. It seemed their gazes were getting more intense with each passing second. Their eyes hovered on her, some filled with curiosity, others with malice; their gazes were like tiny ants crawling on her skin. She felt like a specimen under a microscope, analyzed and judged. She looked away from the crowd, her lips twitching as she fought to contain her emotions. Anger, resentment, and humiliation swirled inside her, threatening to spill over, but she refused to let it slip. She felt a deep sense of vulnerability she hadn't experienced in years ever since she started her career. The feeling of being exposed, naked, and helpless made her chest tighten. Ivy's eyes began to prick with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. She muttered the courage to look again into the crowd, scanning the whole hall in search of the same perso
A black limo drove through the gates of the luxurious Anderson Mansion, pulling up in front of the grand entrance. Inside the limo, Albert shoved his phone into his pocket, his eyes flashing with contained fury as he met Roy's gaze. "Have you seen the news, old man? I told you that woman is bad news for this family..." he said, his voice low but stern. "She is a disgrace." Roy kept his calm expression, his eyes never leaving Albert as he exhaled quietly. "Albert, don't you have a conscience?" he snapped sternly. Albert scoffed, averting his gaze, his leg tapping relentlessly on the floor. "It seem you're not concerned about the potential damage to our name and social standing..." he said, his voice taking a calmer tone, yet his jaw clenched as he awaited his father's response. Roy shook his head, his eyes still fixed on Albert. "I see you don't have one. We are supposed to support her during this difficult time, not shame her." "You know what, Father? I'm glad this happened
Ivy's fake smile grew wider as she fixed her gaze solely on Irene, her eyes blazing with resentment. Honestly, she didn't care if confronting her sister was the right thing to do or not; her frustration had pushed her to the brink of losing control. "Sister?" Roy repeated, his brow furrowed in confusion. He darted his eyes between the two women, astonishment etched on his face. "You two are really sisters?" Irene's expression remained calm, but her eyes flashed with unease. She knew this confrontation was inevitable. With an emotionless gaze, she stared back at Ivy with a subtle smirk on her face. Albert's loud chuckle momentarily snapped all their attention to him. "I knew it since the first day I met both of you, but you denied it... I wonder why..." he said, his expression serious as he intently stared at Ivy. "What are you even doing here?" Dave cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "Maybe we should give them some space, Father. This seems like a family matter."
With Ivy's adamant decision to visit the Anderson mansion for the purpose of confronting her sister, Zack had no choice but to let her do as she wished. He felt the anger and pain that exuded from her, born from times of her sister's constant betrayal and manipulation, a toxic cycle that had slowly eroded her trust and left emotional scars that still lingered.As Zack watched Ivy's confrontation with Irene, he felt a mix of emotions. Pride swelled within him as he saw Ivy stand up for herself, but concern etched his face. He had never seen Ivy's temper, nor had he seen her so overwhelmed with emotions. The look in her eye was one of fierce determination, her voice trembling with deep-seated hurt, and her entire being radiated a sense of desperation, as if this confrontation was her last stand against the suffocating weight of Irene's manipulation and betrayal.Ivy's words poured out like a torrent, releasing years of pent-up emotions. With a deep breath, Ivy took a step back, her ey
Just as it seemed the argument would escalate further, Donna rushed down the stairs with Roy's medicine, which caught the attention of everyone in the room. The sound of her foot against the staircase made them avert their eyes in her direction, momentarily distracting them. The room felt silent, with everyone's faces flushed with anger, her eyes still fixed on their opponents, fighting the urge to continue the argument. Upon realizing that their tussle has triggered the old man's health,they backed away, tossing last words and warnings, with Dave being the first to retreat. "You're going to regret slapping my wife, Ivy," he hissed, his fierce gaze boring into Ivy. "I don't think so," she shot back, a smirk curling up her lips. "I am beginning to enjoy this. If I had known retaliating was this pleasant, I would have dealt with you and your wife a long time ago." Dave's lips twitched as he slowly stepped back, finally returning to Irene's side. "You'll pay for your insolence, Iv
Zack stared at his tablet for what felt like forever, hesitant. He was finally going to see the one who was behind his accident. But now the weight of the moment pressed down on him. He knew this call could change everything, reveal a face he might recognize, or a stranger he would despise. He wasn't sure he was ready for either.Ivy was by his side, squeezing his arm tightly and encouraging him to do it. "Come on, Finn made this possible for you, so... let’s get it over with," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and nudging him to tap on the screen."Alright," he said finally, but as Ivy attempted to speak, a loud cry came out from the room."Lucas again," she growled and got up, placing a soft kiss on Zack's cheek. "Be right back."With that, she left, and Zack decided to get it over with as Ivy had said. He tapped on the screen, and there just what he had feared stared right back at him.Those familiar emerald eyes..."Chris. So it was really you," Zack whispered, disbelief
THE NEXT MORNING, Ivy and Zack made their way downstairs, luggage in tow, with Lucas giggling in his stroller. Lucas was babbling excitedly, clearly sensing the adventure ahead, and Ivy couldn't help but smile at her little boy's enthusiasm. Although she was still a bit hesitant about leaving, Zack's and Lucas's enthusiasm was infectious.But she had to agree a vacation would benefit them all.Just as they were about to head out the door, Xavier, their butler, rushed in, looking flustered."Wait, please!" Xavier exclaimed. "We have a visitor."Ivy's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering. "Who is it?"Xavier hesitated before responding. "It's... your..." Before he could finish, a voice cut in."Zack has woken up all this time, and you didn't bother informing us," Henry walked in, the old man right beside him.The moment he set eyes on Zack, he went straight to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay, son..."Zack, caught off guard, returned the hug, a mix of surprise and conf
"Ivy, remember when I took Roy outside?" Zack said, and Ivy frowned. "Yes, of course." "I thought... I thought I saw Chris. Briefly. Just a glimpse." Ivy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Chris? But... he hasn't called since that day..." "Exactly," Zack said, his brow furrowed. "But what if... what if... I don't know...?" Ivy shook her head, dismissing the idea. "Zack, that's impossible. Didn't you say he was an imposter?" "I'm starting to doubt that 'imposter' theory," Zack said. "It's too convenient the way he operates in the shadows... it's shady." Ivy's eyes narrowed, having a hard time processing everything. If he wasn't an imposter, then why hadn't he reunited with Zack? Why was he hiding? "What if... he has a vendetta? Against you?" Ivy sprang from the bed, her head filled with fear gnawing at her. She knew what it felt like to be wanted dead, and now Zack, this childhood friend... if it's true, then it's even worse than she imagined. "Maybe we should tell Finn every
"Lucas, I'm home!" Zack announced as he stepped into the familiar warmth of their living room. Ivy smiled and quickly got beside him. "Careful, Zack," she cautioned, her hand lightly touching his arm. "Remember, you're still recovering." "Now you want me to be treated like a fragile piece of glass, huh?" Zack said with his usual smirk, and Ivy couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yeah, that's what you are right now." Zack smirked, closing the short distance between them. "Is that so?" Ivy stepped back, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Zack, this isn't the right place to... you know, do your usual thing..." She then said with gritted teeth, "Maria and Lucas are coming." Zack turned to find Maria smiling his way. She bowed slightly and then placed Lucas on the ground. "There he is," Zack said, his voice softening as he knelt down. He extended his arms, a wide, welcoming smile on his face. "Come here, buddy. Daddy's home." Lucas hesitated, his gaze shifting between Zack and
"Zack, tomorrow's a big day. Lucas is hitting nine months," Ivy said, her voice soft as she gently ran her hands over Zack's. "Can you believe it? Nine months already?"She tried hard to grin, but what came out was a pathetic smile. "I... started him on complementary foods, you know. He seems to really like mashed sweet potatoes with a little cinnamon. He makes the funniest face when he tastes something new, but sweet potatoes are definitely his favorite."Ivy chuckled, despite knowing that Zack couldn't hear her. The sound was more for her own benefit, a way to release some of the tension and sadness that had been building up inside.But as she looked at Zack's still face, her expression shifted. Her smile faltered, and her eyes welled up with tears.Ivy's sigh turned into a sob, and she buried her face in her hands, letting the tears flow.She had hoped Zack would wake up before their son turned seven months, but now he was nine months, still trapped in this limbo.He didn't get to
SIX MONTHS LATERIvy's hands trembled as she held the phone, Bryan's voice sounding at the other end."Ma'am, we found him last night," Bryan said, his tone gentle but firm. "The driver who hit Zack. We've got a positive ID."Ivy's breath caught in her throat. Six months of waiting, wondering, and fighting for answers. Finally, she was going to get some justice."Who is it?" Ivy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.There was a pause before Bryan responded, "Marcus Thompson. The police are bringing him in for questioning. They're going to push him hard to see if he'll talk."Ivy's grip on the phone tightened. "Will he talk?""There's a good chance he might," Bryan said. "Thompson's got a history of criminal activity. He's been in and out of jail for various offenses. If the police can leverage that, he might be willing to cooperate."Ivy's mind was racing. "How soon can they get him to talk?" She wanted to wipe that smug look off Albert's face.Bryan hesitated before responding, "W
Ivy's car halted in front of the Anderson mansion. It was the early hours of the morning, and Ivy decided to seize this opportunity to get answers.She slammed the door behind her, took a deep breath, and stepped into the mansion. She didn't bother to knock before entering.A sliver of light spilled out from the lounge, the air thick with the smell of stale liquor."Albert!" Ivy yelled, scanning the whole place. "Albert, where are you?"Footsteps sounded, and Henry appeared coming down the stairs, draped in a robe and his hair a bit messy."It's too early to yell," he said, but as his eyes landed on Ivy, a frown settled on his face."What are you doing here?""Where is Albert?" Ivy asked, and Henry's brow deepened."Ivy, why are you here? Shouldn't you be sitting with Zack at the hospital?""Where is Albert?" Ivy's expression turned serious, the one that tells you, "I'm losing my patience."Henry's eyes lingered on her for a moment before finally pointing to a corner."Turn left."Wit
"I never should have let you leave." Ivy whimpered, squeezing Zack's hand, as if trying to coax life back into his fingers. "I should have forced you to eat breakfast... maybe... maybe..."She choked on tears trickling down her cheek... "maybe you would have escaped it..." she sniffled, trying to hold back her tears, but it was no use. The dam broke, and she let out a heart-wrenching sob, her body shaking uncontrollably."How long are you going to stay like this, huh? How long before you wake up..." she mumbled. "It's only been a few hours, and I can't keep seeing you like this..."He had always been the strong one, the rock that held her together when she broke down. But now he was the one who was broken, and she was left to pick up the pieces. All she could do was hope he would wake up sooner.Ivy's sobs slowly subsided as she wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.Her chest tightened, but she pushed through, squeezing his arm with all the strength she could muster."Please w
"Shhh, baby, it's okay," Ivy murmured, pacing back and forth in the room with the crying Lucas in her arms. "Mommy's here." The nanny, Maria, sat on the couch, watching them with concern, occasionally standing up and sitting back down on the couch in frustration. Lucas's cries only intensified, his small body writhing in discomfort. He was unusually fussy, refusing his bottle and arching his back in distress. Ivy had tried everything – changing his diaper, offering him a pacifier, singing lullabies – but nothing seemed to make him calm down. Maria got up and approached Ivy. "Let me try, Mrs. Anderson," But Ivy shook her head. "No, I've got him. I just need to... figure out what's wrong." She continued to pace, trying to rock Lucas to sleep. "What's wrong, my little one?" she whispered, her heart throbbing slightly. Lucas usually didn't cry this way for this long. She glanced at the clock, wondering if she should call Zack and tell him about Lucas's behavior. But it would b