Meanwhile, Irene was exiting an upscale restaurant. Her hair was tied up in a bun, her dimples were clearly visible on her cheeks as a faint smile played on her lips. She wore a red turtleneck gown that fully accentuated her figure, plump chest, and slightly curvy hips. Her face gleamed with confidence as she approached the Maybach parked ahead. Ethan was by her side, decked in a tailored suit which made him look smart and stylish. He elegantly opened the door to the back seat for her with a smile on his face. "Gosh, you look so much like her, even the figure looks the same," he said in a whisper as they got into the back seat. "The resemblance is too frightening; those sets of exercises really paid off." Irene smiled, observing her face in a mirror she took out of her purse. "Debbie's skills seem to be improving with each passing day." "Yeah, it's so hard to tell the difference between you and Ivy," Kate, who was seated in the back seat, chimed in as she stared at the pleased look
Ivy stared at Zack in deep thought, weighing the validity of his assumption. Was it really a random accident? If it was, then what was the culprit's true intentions?She realized the answers to those scary thoughts, whoever it was, that person was trying to hurt her, perhaps worse."Do you think it was Isabelle, she is in prison.....""I don't know if she has contact outside prison, but all I know is you need extra security until this mastermind behind your abduction is apprehended." Zack replied, sitting up on the bed. His expression turned serious as he stared deeply at her."Ivy, I don't want you worrying too much about this. Whoever that person might be, I won't let him hurt you. I'll do everything in my power to ensure your safety."Ivy nodded absentmindedly, still dwelling on the possibility of Jake Black being behind her abduction. Just as the detective said, maybe Isabelle was the accomplice, maybe someone else was also involved in her abduction."I just said you shouldn't wor
The day Ivy would be returning to set came. She didn't know what plans Zack had concerning her accommodation; he didn't state if she would have to travel back and forth or stay at the same hotel. For her, it would be tiring to journey to and fro the set, and as for staying at the hotel, she was sure Zack wouldn't like that since he was worried about her safety. He mentioned he would hire several bodyguards to give her protection. She still hadn't figured out how she would cope with that but there was nothing she could do to change his mind. When she woke up, there was no sign of Zack. She figured he must have left early for work as he had skipped many days due to the abduction incident. She was escorted by Xavier to the parking courtyard, behold there were tons of people waiting for her there. She sighed, not bothered counting their numbers, reminding herself her hubby was just doing all of this for her safety as he stated her safety was what matters. She smiled as she saw Detect
After the three-hour drive, they finally arrived at the set."We're here, ma'am..." Louis informed Ivy, as her mind was distracted. He got out and opened the door for her. When she came out, she glanced at the car parked behind them, the one which had the security professionals in it. She hoped she wouldn't have to deal with media about that subject if they noticed another car was following closely behind her everywhere she goes, especially now that they are probably on the set waiting for her.While the film set gets ready to bustle with activities for the day, the reporters mingled with the crew, trying to gather more information about the Ivy scandal and the crew members' individual thoughts towards Ivy's professionalism.They approached the less busy ones, firing questions at them."Where is the lead actress today, hasn't she returned for her shoot?""Is it true she has been sick for the past few days?"The crew members brushed them off, offering vague statements or "no comments."
Filming was wrapped up for the day, and Ivy was taking a short break before she would retire home. She had no idea where Zack had ordered Louis to take her for the night, nor had she received any message from him since morning.After changing back into her clothes, Joan passed her a bottle of water as usual, but this time Ivy was hesitant to drink it. She remembered how she felt after drinking one from the set the other day."Aren't you thirsty?" Joan asked after noticing her hesitation.Before Ivy could reply, another bottle of water was passed to her by one of the bodyguards she didn't realize was standing behind her. "Here ma'am."Joan's gaze shifted to the man who appeared out of nowhere, giving Ivy a bottle of water. This was a repetition of what Edmond did back then, and now it was being done by someone she didn't recognize.Ivy took the bottle without hesitating, which caused a frown to settle on Joan's face. "But...I..."Ivy didn't let her finish speaking before she interrupte
The door clicked open, and Bryan stepped in with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, Madam."Zack messaged his temple, feeling a bit irritated for disrupting the moment. He gestured, allowing him in. "Did the detective call? Is that why you returned?""Yes." Bryan replied. Ivy had settled on one of the plush sofas; her initial fervor was gradually giving way to a sense of tranquility but it swung when she observed the look on Bryan's face. She could only hope whatever news he got from the detective would be good.The two men sank into the sofa, Zack sitting beside, while Bryan sat opposite them.Zack's expression turned serious as he struck up the main discussion. "What is it? Is it related to the unpleasant news you told me earlier today?""Yes, it is related, and it's terrible news." Bryan responded.Ivy furrowed her eyebrow as his words triggered her curiosity. "What happened, have they found the perpetrator?"The look on Bryan's face said otherwise. He shook
Ivy knew where he was getting at; it seemed he never got tired of teasing her. She rose to her feet to walk away but was quickly stopped by Zack."Fine, I won't tease you again. Just sit."She sat down, avoiding eye contact with him as she didn't want to get stuck in his gaze like earlier before Bryan interrupted."I suggested the hug because I thought you were scared." Zack explained, his voice laced with concern as he stared at her deeply. He very much wanted to comfort her in any way he could.Ivy gave a wry smile. "I am a bit worried but I'm not afraid because whosoever they are, they won't succeed in hurting me."Zack affirmed but also amused by her optimism and confidence. It drove him to confess his thoughts to her. "I've always admired your bravery and resilience."Ivy's smile widened, pleased by his accolade, prompting her to also make her own confession. "And I'm happy I have someone to rely on; you are very dependable."A smile etched his face; he usually frowned at complim
The couple dived into the night vibe, the balmy atmosphere enveloping them in a sense of tranquility even though there were looming awaiting that might pop in a sudden strike. They descended to the ground floor and drove out of the garage with the security team following closely behind them.The minute after their departure a vehicle stopped at the premises. The driver's eyes were solely fixed on the rearview mirror, earnestly monitoring their movement till they went out of sight.At that moment, His phone rang. "Is it done yet?" The caller inquired, His voice laced with urgency."Not yet, there is a slight glitch; she has got bodyguards following her around, trying to make it unnoticeable, but I saw through the subtle movement."The man replied, his eyes pinned on the grand penthouse a few distances away.There was a short pause before the caller continued. A sigh could be heard through the phone. "As I predicted, Zack Anderson is becoming a pain in my ass.""We should get rid of hi
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
Irene stepped into her house, closing the door behind her as if trying to shut out the world. She stood still for a moment, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings as if seeing them for the first time.Everything around felt hollow. If she knew recollection of the past would cause her this emptiness, she wouldn't have done it. Now she felt like she had traveled back to the past experiences she wanted to shut out for so long."Hey, why are you back so late? It's midnight," Dave sprang up from the couch, but then he noticed the distant look in Irene's eyes. "Irene?"Irene didn't respond. She just walked past him, her feet carrying her on autopilot to the bedroom. Dave's eyes followed her, concern etched on his face."Irene, what's wrong?" he asked, getting up from the couch to follow her.Irene stopped in front of the bedroom door, her hand on the doorknob. She turned to face Dave, her eyes empty and haunted."Nothing," she said flatly, "just tired."With that, she slammed the door
Fifteen-year-old Ivy's feet wobbled, drained from all the running, as she pushed through the door of her home. She panted heavily, catching her breath and meeting the stunned silence in the house.It was odd; she had expected to see her mother standing in the doorway, ready to scold her for running off like that, or perhaps to be welcomed by her sister's taunts, but there was nothing.She raised her head only to find the living room empty."Mum? Irene?" she called, scanning the room, but then someone else emerged—someone she didn't expect to see."Dad? Dad!" She kicked off her shoes and enveloped him in a tight embrace. "I've been looking for you, Dad. Where were you?"Steve pulled away, his expression somber. "I, um..." he began, his gaze on Ivy's face faltering. Ivy noticed the way his voice quaked; her eyes scanned his face, and she caught his hand trembling at his side."Dad, why the face?" Ivy asked, concern etched on her face.Steve looked away without responding; his eyes seeme
"Where could she have gone?" Zack muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration and fear."Xavier!" he called, massaging his temples. To be honest, he was lost on where to find Ivy."Sir." Xavier raced down the stairs, his movements hurried as he could sense something was off with his master."Was Ivy here?" Zack asked, his eyes wide with hope, but Xavier's response shattered it to pieces.He massaged his temples again, thinking just maybe... maybe she's okay, maybe she's just ignoring me, maybe she's... no, no, no, think, Zack, think... where would she go? Who would she turn to? Irene? No, she was just with Irene, and Irene said she left... left where? Left to go where? His mind was a jumbled mess, thoughts racing in every direction, none of them making sense... Ivy, where are you?Suddenly, his eyes flashed with realization. Judy! Her aunt Judy! Ivy had always been close to her aunt, and it seemed Judy was one of the few people who truly understood her, even though he