Ivy Sharp's life takes a drastic turn when her billionaire husband, Rowan Douglas, demands a divorce to reunite with his first love, Bella. Devastated, Ivy moves abroad, building a successful fashion empire while raising their secret son, Noah. Seven years later, fate pulls them back together when Rowan unknowingly encounters his son. Overcome with regret, he sets out to win back the love he lost, but Ivy, now fierce, independent, and guarded, resists. Their past may haunt them, but a dangerous conspiracy involving their investments threatens their present. As Rowan fights for redemption, Ivy’s heart remains torn. To complicate matters, Gabe, a man with lingering feelings for Ivy, enters her life, though a shocking twist reveals their deeper connection. Amid betrayals, revelations, and a rekindled romance, Ivy faces an unexpected pregnancy, forcing her to make a choice between her past love and a future that could be destroyed by secrets. Can Ivy trust Rowan again, or will the ghosts of their pasts shatter their hopes forever?
View MoreLETTING GO Ivy's POV The moment our lips met, the world outside faded. It was like being caught in a storm and I was spiraling into the air. My heart beat galloped like I was in a race. Threatening to tear out of my chest. For a moment, I wondered if he could hear it. Gabe kissed me like he’d been waiting for this, like he’d fought against it and lost. His hands slid to my waist, fingers pressing just firm enough to make me shiver. I gasped against his mouth, my pulse hammering. I raised my hands up to his chest to push him off, but my traitorous hands wound itself around his neck pulling him even closer. I should have pulled away. I should have stopped this before it went too far. But the moment his lips moved against mine, soft yet commanding, every rational thought scattered. I heard a moan and I was sure it escaped my throat as Gabe replied with a growl of his own and I pressed closer. As if it wasn't enough, my hands slid off his shoulders and gripped the front of his s
UNSPOKEN DESIRES Ivy's POV I sat beside Noah, running my fingers through his soft curls as he lay curled up in his bed. His small chest rose and fell steadily, but I could tell by the way his eyelids fluttered that he wasn’t fully asleep. He was trying, though. Trying to pretend like everything was fine. Like today hadn’t happened. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “You okay, baby?” He nodded, his fingers twisting in the blanket. He looked so small and it took everything in me not to gather him on my arms again. I can't believe something like that could happen to Noah, all because of… I smoothed a hand over his forehead. “Are you sure?” Another nod. A pit formed in my stomach. I wanted to believe him, but I also knew my son. He had always been quiet, thoughtful. He kept things locked inside until they got too big to hold. “Did they—” I hesitated, forcing myself to stay calm. “Did they hurt you?” I had asked him this before and he replied that he was fine. But the
THE BREAKING POINT Rowan's POV I stood frozen, my mind racing. Gabe’s words echoed in my head, but they didn’t make sense. This wasn’t some random kidnapping. It was a message—one meant for me. But why will anybody want to take my son ransom so that they could send me a message? But as I asked myself this question, I could already feel the name of the person behind this forming in my head. Ivy’s grip on Noah tightened, her body angled protectively in front of him. Her eyes, once filled with relief, had turned sharp with fear. And anger. “Explain,” she demanded. “Right now.” I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I had been expecting this moment for months, but I had convinced myself it would never come. That he would never go this far. Now, it seems I was surly wrong. I should've dealt with this a long time ago. But there was no way I could've thought Ivy will come back to my world. Talk more of bringing a son with her. Gabe crossed his arms, watching me closely. He wasn
UNFINISHED BUSINESS Ivy's POV The moment I saw Noah stepping out of Gabe’s car, my legs moved before my brain could catch up. I sprinted out the office toward him, my vision blurring with unshed tears. His small face, streaked with dirt, twisted in confusion before breaking into relief. “Mom!” A strangled sob ripped from my throat as I dropped to my knees, pulling him into my arms so tightly he squeaked in protest. My hands roamed over him, searching for any signs of injury. He was solid, warm—real. “I’m okay, Mom,” he mumbled into my shoulder. “I promise.” But I wasn’t okay. My body shook with the force of everything I’d held in for hours—terror, helplessness, rage. I cradled the back of his head, inhaling the familiar scent of his shampoo beneath the dirt and sweat. Rowan was beside us a second later, hesitating for only a moment before wrapping his arms around Noah too. It was the first time I’d seen him truly vulnerable. His fingers curled tightly against Noah’s back,
THE CALL Rowan’s POV She shot to her feet. “I’m coming with you.” “Ivy—” “Don’t even think about telling me to stay here,” she cut me off. “That’s my son. I’m not sitting around while you play detective.” For a second, I just stared at her, then nodded. “Let’s go.” We sped through the city, the tension in the car thick enough to choke on. My jaw was clenched, and focus razor-sharp. As we pulled up to the security office where my team was waiting, my pulse quickened. This was it. We were finally getting answers—or at least a piece of the puzzle. I opened the door for her, my hand resting briefly on her lower back as we walked inside. It was a small gesture, but it sent a strange warmth through me. My security officer who had come to the school greeted us, already pulling up the footage. I leaned in, my eyes narrowing as I studied the screen. “There,” I said, pointing. “That’s him.” Ivy's breath caught in her throat as we saw Noah on the screen, his small frame cli
A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION Ivy’s POV I barely registered Rowan’s words. My entire body went cold, every instinct screaming for me to grab my bag and bolt out the door. But I forced myself to stay still, gripping the edge of my desk like it was the only thing keeping me in control. “Gone?” Rowan’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and urgent. “What do you mean, gone?” My throat tightened as I stared at my phone, my fingers trembling over the screen. “His teacher just texted me. He didn’t get on the bus after school. No one knows where he is.” My pulse pounded in my ears. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not Noah. Rowan crossed the room in two strides, his hand settling on my arm with surprising steadiness. “We’ll find him,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. “I promise. We’ll find him.” The calm in his voice pulled me back from the edge, just enough for me to breathe. I nodded, though my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. I grabbed my phone and dialed the sch
CONFRONTING BELLA Rowan’s POV Bella’s apartment smelled like expensive candles and desperation. She stood by the window, her back to me, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The sunlight spilled across her polished hardwood floor, casting her in a cold, unflattering glow. I closed the door behind me with more force than necessary. “What do you want Rowan Douglas?” “I want to have a word with you.” She didn’t turn around. “A word? Now you want a word?” Her voice was sharp, dripping with sarcasm. “Funny. You’ve been too busy chasing after Ivy to talk to me for weeks.” I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. “Cut the games, Bella. I warned you to stop messing with Ivy. Why did you bother her?” That got her attention. She spun around, her eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?” “Vanguard. The leaked designs. The timing of their knockoff release,” I said, each word biting. “It all points back to you. And I’ve got the emails to prove it.” Her expression flickered—just for a second—b
DINNER FOR THREE Rowan’s POV The table was set—casual but thoughtful. A bowl of pasta, fresh salad, and garlic bread sat in the center, steam rising into the warm air of the kitchen. I wiped my hands on a dish towel, glancing at the clock. Ten minutes until they arrived. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous. Business meetings, tough negotiations—I could handle those with ease. But waiting for Ivy and Noah to walk through my door felt like I was preparing for an ambush. I wasn’t even sure how I convinced Ivy to agree to this dinner. Maybe it was pure desperation, or maybe she saw something in my eyes earlier when we talked—something that made her want to give me a chance. Either way, I wasn’t going to waste it. The knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Showtime. I opened the door, and there they were. Ivy stood just outside, her hand resting on Noah’s shoulder. She looked hesitant, her eyes flickering past me and into the house. Noah, on the other hand
A MOMENT OF TRUTH Ivy’s POV The apartment was unusually quiet, except for the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock. It filled the silence between Sarah and me, almost like it was counting down to something inevitable. She sat across from me on the couch, one leg tucked under her, her sharp eyes studying me like she knew I was about to spill something big. “Alright,” Sarah said, tilting her head. “You’ve been pacing for the last five minutes, and I’ve already watched you open and close your mouth at least three times. Just say it.” I stopped in my tracks, chewing on my bottom lip. My palms felt clammy, and my heart was racing. I had no idea where to begin, but the weight in my chest refused to let me keep quiet any longer. “It’s Rowan,” I finally blurted out, sinking onto the couch beside her. “I can’t stop thinking about him.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Rowan?” she repeated, her voice cautious. “As in the Rowan? The one who—” “Yes,” I cut her off quickly. “That Rowan.” Sarah folded
DIVORCE ON SURPRISE IVY'S POV "I want a divorce." Rowan’s voice echoes through the sitting room as he throws what look like divorce papers onto the desk in front of me. Tonight is supposed to be our third anniversary, and I’ve prepared all his favorite dishes—only for him to come home and shatter my world with these documents. "I don’t understand. If this is a prank or some kind of test, you got me. Please, tell me this is just a joke," I plead, approaching him cautiously. Even in my distress, I can’t help but notice his intoxicating scent. His face is contorted with anger, and I’m at a complete loss. Rowan’s eyes bore into mine, cold and unforgiving. "Do I look like I’m joking?" Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I reach for him. "Rowan, please don’t do this. I’m begging you." He steps back, his expression hardening further. "Name your price, sign the damn papers, and leave." I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. Does he really think I married him for his money? I...
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