Ivy POV) Caleb walked in, his eyes locking onto mine with a male volent intensity that made my blood run cold. Instinctively, I reached for the door and locked it, a futile attempt to create some barrier between usBut Caleb kept advancing, his steps slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. I backed away until I felt the rough wall against my spine.Isabella’s voice echoed in my head, questioning everything that had led to this moment. The pieces were all scattered in my mind, but the picture was still incomplete, hazy with fear and doubt.Caleb stopped at the table, his lips curling into a devilish smile that sent chills down my spine. He laughed, a sound so devoid of warmth that it filled the room with a palpable sense of dread. Then, slowly, he sat down in the same chair the police chief had occupied earlier, as if claiming it for himself. He raised his hands in a mock gesture, as though he were about to take an oath, then dropped them just as theatricall
IVY POV) My shoes slapped against the wet pavement, every step echoing in the empty space. Behind me, I could hear Caleb's men. Their heavy footsteps and the crackle of radios. They were getting closer. I threw my legs as fast as I could in the darkness. My breath was so audible it blocked my ears.I’d already made the mistake of hesitating once tonight, back at the police station when Caleb had burst in. That one moment of fear had nearly cost me everything. But I hadn’t gone down without a fight. I had attacked him, driven by a desperate, primal need to escape. To be free from his clutches. I remember the look of shock in his eyes as I lunged at him, my fists connecting with his chest, my nails raking across his face. He hadn’t expected it not from me. But it hadn’t been enough to stop him. He was stronger, faster, and now I was running for my life…He and his men.I reached the end of the alley, skidding to a halt as I came to a busy street. The sudden burst of light and
ADRIAN (POV)Four years. Four long, torturous years, and somehow, I was still there, sitting behind the same desk in the same office where it all began. The polished mahogany desk remained as pristine as ever, the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows just as breathtaking, but the man sitting there? He was barely a shadow of who he once was.My fingers absently traced the cool, smooth band of the wedding ring on my finger. A symbol of love and commitment, so it was supposed to be. For me, it was nothing but a shackle, binding me to a fate I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. It had been four years since the day I said, “I do,” to Ivy Grant. Four years since I honored my grandfather’s dying wish and secured my inheritance by marrying the daughter of his late friend.Back then, I convinced myself that this was just a necessary step. With Maxwell and the police’s help, I maneuvered through the labyrinth of legal and personal hurdles, securing my position in the company and claiming
Adrian (POV)Austin’s eyes locked onto mine, his expression shifting from concern to something like mischief. “You know what man ? We need to get out of here. How about we hit the club, like old times? You need a break, Adrian. You need to forget Ivy, even if it’s just for a few hours.”I opened my mouth to protest, but the words got stuck in my throat. Maybe he was right. Maybe I did need to get out, to forget everything …especially Ivy and her blabbing. The office was suffocating me, the weight of my thoughts too heavy to bear any longer. I sighed, finally nodding.“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”Austin grinned, already on his feet and heading towards the door. “Trust me, you won’t regret it. Come on, let’s blow off some steam.”We left the office behind, stepping into the warm night air. The city was alive, the busy traffic and distant chatter filling the space between us as we made our way to his car. Austin drove a black glittery sports car, something flashy and fast his escap
ADRIAN (POV)After letting out the first bomb, I had actually tried to stop myself but the words had slipped out on their, faster and sharper than I intended, cutting deep into the very thing Ivy had always been sensitive about. And once they were out, I couldn’t take them back."Childless," I spat, barely recognizing my own voice. "And still, you won’t let me have any peace!"The silence that followed was deafening. Ivy’s face twisted in shock and hurt, her eyes wide and filled with tears. She stared at me as if she didn’t recognize the man standing before her. "You called me childless?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Is that what you tell your friends about me?"I palmed my face and tried to reach for her, my hands shaking with regret. ".....Look look I'm I’m so…" I started, but the words choked in my throat.She didn’t let me finish. Ivy pushed me away, holding up her hand to keep me at a distance. Her eyes, now filled with anger and pain, were enough to make me fe
My eye balls danced about as I looked around, taking in the shocked faces of the maids and guards. They were staring at me like I was a ghost, and maybe I felt like one too disconnected, lost. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Was I supposed to be relieved? Happy? Or Angry? The emotions swirled inside me like a storm, and I had no idea what to say to any of them.Before I could figure it out, my feet moved on their own. I turned and rushed into the house, shoving the door open with more force than I intended. It slammed against the wall, but I barely noticed. My heart was in my throat as I sprinted across the sitting room, the polished floor cold under my shoes, and I took the stairs two at a time. When I reached her room, I didn't hesitate, I threw the door open and froze.Her room was a disaster. Clothes were strewn across the floor, drawers yanked out, and the bed was unmade. It was like someone had torn through it in a fit of rage. The sight was a punch to the gut, drag
ADRIAN (POV)The night air was cool, the darkness pressing on all sides as I drove like a madman through the streets of the city.My mind was a storm of rage and confusion, the questions from that cursed news article spinning in my head. Vanessa? Who the hell was Vanessa? And Ivy... God, where was she really?The tires screeched as I took a sharp turn, almost losing control. I didn’t care. Maxwell had to have the answers. He had to explain this nightmare that was quickly becoming my reality. My breath was ragged as I approached his office, the headlights cutting through the inky blackness, revealing Maxwell’s car parked outside the tall building.The building loomed, dark and silent, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable confrontation.I slammed on the brakes, the car jerking to a stop. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white, as I stared at the figure emerging from the shadows. Maxwell was alone, stepping out of the building with his
IVY (POV)The plane shuddered as it descended, and I felt a strange tightening in my chest. It had been years since I left this place years spent trying to forget, to move on. And yet, there I was, back again like I had planned to.I couldn't quite name the emotion that gripped me. Resentment? Vengefulness? Maybe it wasn’t all that. After all, there were some beautiful things that came from this place…like my children…my adorable twins; Ethan and Lily. I heaved a sign as the wheels touched the runway. “Mom, are we there yet?” my son, Ethan, asked, tugging at my sleeve.I glanced down at him, the inquisitive sparkle in his blue eyes a stark contrast to my thoughts. “Yes, Ethan. We’ve just landed.”Beside him, his twin sister, Lily, piped up, her face scrunched with a mix of excitement and curiosity. “Does it still look like you remember, Mommy?”I smiled, though it felt a little forced. "I’m not sure, sweetheart. I guess we'll see." We made our way down the aisle with the othe