"All thanks to you.....Chris," Kate whispered, her voice barely audible as her eyes were fixed on Chris, whose gaze was intently focused on the windshield. An imperceptible smirk curled up his lip as his eyes flickered, but his gaze didn't meet Kate's. Instead, he stared ahead, his smirk growing ever so slightly. He felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing his plan was unfolding perfectly. Kate had taken the bait, and now she was exactly where he wanted her. He had appeared at the perfect time to pick her up at the entrance of the gala venue, which was part of their arrangement in order for her to escape from the media's probing questions, as they would want to find more information to add to the story. "You're amazing, Chris," Kate said, her voice filled with gratitude as she ended the call with Ivy, a warm smile still on her face. "I couldn't have done this without you." Chris smirked and nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the road. "It's nothing," he replied, adding, "You did
"Irene, you okay?" Dave quickly wrapped his arms around her as Ethan guided her into the car. Dave's face was filled with concern, yet his eyes flashed with a hint of anger as Ivy's words were like a constant taunt in his head. After his conversation with Ivy—more like an argument—he swiftly hurried to Irene's location to get her out of the situation.Irene didn't respond; instead, she just relaxed onto the leather seat, her eyes fluttering closed. She took deep breaths, her chest heaving as she fought the urge to break down.Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. The tension in her body began to dissipate, yet her anger simmered, overshadowing her exhaustion.Ethan, who was seated in the front seat, tilted his head back. His concerned gaze lingered on her face before he returned his attention to the road. "Calm down already; we'll figure this out," he assured, but suddenly Dave snapped, his eyes blazing with anger. "This is all your fault, Ethan—
Ivy lounged on her plush bed with her head nestled in Zack's lap as she spoke into the phone. "How does it feel to be stabbed in the back, sister?" she purred, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I bet you're fuming right now.""You think destroying my reputation will make me stop?" Irene's voice came out sharp and stern. "You have no idea how far I'm willing to go to make you regret."Ivy crossed her legs, swaying gently, her expression bored as she listened to Irene's empty threats. "Oh, I'm scared," she taunted, pretending to shiver. "Irene, you're so predictable."Zack's fingers traced gentle patterns on Ivy's scalp as he listened to their conversation. His face was blank, yet his eyes sparkled with amusement."As I go down, I'll take you down with me." Irene's furious response was palpable, even through the phone.Ivy just rolled her eyes at Irene's empty threats; it seemed that retaliating was all she could do, and it was obvious based on her current situation. Alternatively
Chris's words hung in the air like a deadly promise. The silence on the other end was palpable as the voice knew Chris's words were firm and resolute. "Understood," the trembling voice replied. "I'll... I'll ... get him before the police do." "Good." Chris ended the call, his gaze lingering on the dark wall. His mind was racing with possibilities of how Jake would escape his cell. Perhaps he got outside help; whoever it was, he had no idea, but he refused to take the risk of leaving him to roam freely. Jake knew too much, and he couldn't afford to keep him alive. It was either prison or death. "What's going on, Chris?" Suddenly, Kate's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She had entered the room, her face etched with concern. Chris tossed her a brief glance; his serious expression disappeared, replaced by a wry smile. "Nothing. Go back to bed; we have another round," he said casually, his smile turning sly as he guided her out of the room.*****Ivy's eyes drifted toward Susan,
Ivy stepped out of the bathroom, her hair styled and makeup applied, ready for a night out at the cinema with Anna. They had plans to watch *Tomboy Donna* together.However, as she reached for her purse on the bedside table, her hand brushed against something unexpected—a movie ticket.She picked it up, her brow furrowing in confusion as she scanned the front. "*Tomboy Donna's*" was printed on the ticket. The particular ticket wasn't hers, as she was very sure she had one inside her purse. Then who had bought the ticket?Just then, Zack emerged into the room, wearing a black hoodie that cast a shadow over his face. "Hello, wifey," he said softly, holding out another hoodie. "Put this on."Ivy's eyes narrowed, curiosity getting the better of her. "What's going on?" she asked, a small smile curling up her lips as her eyes sparkled with amusement. "When did you even get back?"Zack's smile widened as he tossed the hoodie. "Come on, quick! We don't want to be late!" he urged her as he gen
As they stepped out of the car, the cinema's cozy atmosphere enveloped them. Soft golden light, plush seats, and the scent of popcorn set the stage for a relaxing movie night. The distant hum, muted murmurs of hushed conversations, and occasional laughter filled the air, building excitement for the feature presentation."Let’s go get popcorn," Zack whispered in her ear as they slowly approached the glass cases displaying an assortment of snacks. With a smile, Ivy wrapped her hands around his arm, pulling him closer as they walked. "I'm so down for that," she whispered back, her eyes sparkling with excitement.As they entered the cinema, Zack and Ivy blended in with the crowd, enjoying the anonymity, making sure their hoodies covered their foreheads properly to avoid unwanted attention. As they reached the concession stand, Zack, ever the gentleman, asked Ivy, "What would you like, my love?""My love?" Ivy raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile. Then her expression turned thoughtfu
AT THE PARKING LOT "IVY. IVY!" Zack called out, his voice laced with urgency and concern as he searched every nook and cranny for Ivy, but there was no sign of her anywhere. "Where did she go just now? How could she leave without telling me?" Zack complained as he stood by the side of the road. He let out a frustrated sigh, his eyes still scanning the whole place; yet it was as if she had suddenly disappeared. How come he didn't noticed it immediately? Or was she playing tricks on him? It wouldn't be so surprising if she were teasing him. Typical wifey, as for the last few days she had learned the habit of teasing him. "Ivy, this isn't funny. Come out wherever you're hiding!" Zack pleaded, his voice tinged with worry and frustration despite concluding it was a sick joke of hers. He searched between cars, thinking she might be hiding somewhere close by, yet there was no sign of her. Upon sensing no response despite his pleading tone, a faint unease crept up his spine; the silen
"How have you been... emerald?" "Emerald." The name mentioned has piqued Zack's curiosity. His brow furrowed as he leaned in closer to get a better view of the man's face. The more he tried, the more Chris repelled backwards, denying him a direct view. And the voice. It was oddly... familiar. He was certain it must be the same man who had called him at the time Ivy was discharged from the hospital after her accident. And the voice had also addressed him as Emerald. "Who are you?" Zack demanded, his voice stern and low, as he stepped closer, his eyes narrowing into slits. "And how do you know that name?" He bit out each word, his jaw clenched. Chris's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes. "I'm someone who knows more about you than you're comfortable with," he replied, his voice smooth as silk, dripping with an air of confidence. Zack's gaze intensified, irked by the stranger's tone. He seemed to be toying around, and he hated it. "And thi
The question hung in the air, thick and heavy. Ivy’s breath hitched as Nadia’s words landed like a direct blow. The anger that had fueled her outburst at the cemetery now mingled with a chilling dread. She looked at Nadia, really looked at her, seeing the raw grief and desperate need for answers reflected in her tear-filled eyes. This wasn't just about her own loss anymore; it was about Nadia's too. "I…" Ivy started, but her voice seemed lost. She wanted to deny it, to protect Nadia from the harsh reality, but the lie wouldn't come. How would she even explain that? She had let her anger take over, and now she had Nadia hearing her accusations. "Answer me. Is it true?" Nadia pressed firmly, her voice trembling... Ivy froze, her eyes wandering over Nadia's face. Her anger was long gone, now replaced by uncertainty. Should she tell her? But there was no proof yet, and she didn't want Nadia to get involved. "Ivy, answer me. 'Cause it seems like an accident to me. Why would you acc
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