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
Ivy gasped in disbelief, her face twisted in a scowl. "But it was barely four hours since the video went viral. This is ridiculous." "It's absolutely ludicrous!" Susan exclaimed, letting out a sharp, exasperated sigh. "I just got the director's annoyingly insincere apology in my email a few minutes ago. I'm convinced Chadwick is behind this mess – again. He's using his influence to jeopardize everything and shift the spotlight onto you. And to add insult to injury, he released a statement 'protecting' your replica reputation, effectively throwing you under the bus." Susan's voice dripped with disdain as she continued, "Omega Entertainment is becoming a pain in the ass. Their corporate gamesmanship is suffocating. I swear, it's like they're deliberately trying to strangle you." After letting Susan rant out her frustration, Ivy let out a low chuckle, a bitter smile spreading on her face. "No, Susan, Omega Entertainment is not the enemy here. The real pain in the ass is my sister," sh
Under the soothing coolness of the night breeze, Kate's feet dragged across the pavement, each step heavy with the weight of her sorrow. Tears brimmed in her eyes as the doctor's devastating words echoed in her mind that left her heart shattered. "Your mother's health has deteriorated; she won't last much longer unless you act quickly. We need funds to continue with her treatment." "What do you mean by 'need funds'?" she snapped, her voice laced with confusion. "There is a particular amount being sent to the hospital every month for her treatment, so what are you saying?" She had rushed down to the hospital upon receiving a message that her mother was in very critical condition, only to be met with a shocking revelation. "Her treatment has been put on hold since two months ago," the doctor had replied, sounding oblivious to the fact that Irene had promised her that her mother's treatment was being taken care of. Kate's mind reeled as the doctor's words replayed again like a cruel
Ivy agreed to meet Kate at a quaint café the next morning, intrigued by the desperation in Kate's voice. Though her skepticism lingered, Ivy detected a hint of genuineness she couldn't ignore. She hadn't fully bought into Kate's sudden change of heart; Irene and Kate's friendship had been unbreakable for centuries. Yet, Ivy's curiosity was piqued. What had driven Kate to betray Irene? Ivy couldn't quite grasp the reason; her mind continued racing with possibilities. As she settled into bed, her thoughts swirled with questions: "Is Kate truly willing to take down Irene, or is this another twisted game?" "What secrets has Kate uncovered, and at what cost?" The meeting would reveal more, but Ivy's instincts whispered that Kate's defection was more complex than met the eye. Ivy donned a black hoodie and sunglasses, disguising herself from the paparazzi and avoiding unwanted attention since the news of her leaked photos and video was still viral. She arrived at the café early, choo
Ivy's eyes widened at the shocking information. Joan is working for Irene? It can't be! How come i never suspected anything? "Is what you're saying true?" Ivy asked, her eyes fixed on Kate as if searching for any sign of deception, her voice laced with incredulity and a hint of vulnerability. "I mean, how is that possible? She's been by my side all this time." Kate's expression turned somber. "Irene has a way of manipulating people, Ivy. She's been using Joan to feed her information. Joan and I used to meet while you were filming 'Tomboy Donna.'" Ivy's gaze dropped, her mind racing with memories of Joan's dedication and supposed loyalty. "What proof do you have?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Kate didn't immediately respond but instead pulled out her phone from her bag. "Message recordings. Irene's been paying Joan to spy on you, like I said." Ivy's eyes scanned the messages, her heart sinking with each passing sentence. Ethan's words, seemingly innocuous, now
As Ivy pulled out of her parking spot, a black Lamborghini pulled up at the entrance. "So, where are you going with this?" a low, smooth voice asked from the driver's seat. Beside him sat a tall, imposing figure with sunglasses, watching Ivy with an air of curiosity. A sly smile spread across his face, his lips curling upward as he rested his elbow on the window. "Definitely going somewhere..." he finally replied, his gaze still fixed on the fading taillights of Ivy's car. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking out his phone, he chuckled as his eyes scanned the message he received. "Are we just going to keep watching from a distance without doing anything?" the driver asked again, curiosity etched on his face as he locked eyes with the man beside him. The man's eyes flicked to the driver, a hint of amusement present. "I am a very patient man," he said, his voice low and smooth. "We're just getting started." "Started with what?" The driver raised an eyebrow, his curiosi
"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
Susan's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself and hurried around to the driver's side of the car. "Okay, Ivy, let's get out of here," she said softly, starting the engine.Meanwhile, Anna merely stood by, observing as Ivy's car disappeared into the distance. It appeared that her pleasant chat with Ivy would need to be postponed, as it was clear that Ivy had her own issues to address. Anna sighed and shook her head, feeling a pang of concern for Ivy. She had no idea what was going on but made a mental note to reach out to Ivy later and check in on her.As she turned to head back to her own car with her PA, she noticed a figure watching her from across the parking lot. It was a man, and the moment their eyes met, the man turned away and hurried out of the parking lot."I think that's a paparazzo," her PA suddenly spoke up from behind her, having also noticed the man."Or a journalist," Anna remarked. "Either way, we should be careful," Anna continued, her eyes scann
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