The Connection Deepens Ivy’s POV I didn’t sleep. How could I after what I did? Storming into Rowan’s office and realizing I might have accused the wrong person, my mind refused to shut off. Bella’s smirk haunted me. Eric’s betrayal burned in my chest. And Rowan—Rowan had looked at me like I’d just torn open an old wound he’d barely managed to stitch together. By the time the sun rose, I was exhausted but restless. I needed something normal, something steady. So I did what I always did when life spun out of control. I focused on Noah. The only real joy that fate had brought to my life. Since we arrived here, he has just been pestering me to go to the park. I guess today will be a very good day to do that. At least I will get to spend time with him outside this place. “Noah, honey, slow down,” I called as he raced across the park. His curly head of hair bobbed in the sunlight, his laughter bright against the crisp morning air. He ignored me, of course, too busy chasing a
Failed Scheme Bella’s POV I hated losing. It wasn’t in my nature to come second. Not in business, not in social circles, and certainly not when it came to Rowan. But Ivy Sharp was proving to be more of a nuisance than I expected. I watched from across the room as she moved through the charity gala, smiling at people, pretending like she belonged in our world. It made me sick. I’d spent years by Rowan’s side—his most trusted advisor, his confidante, his girlfriend. Everyone expected us to be together. Hell, I expected us to be together. Until her. Now, I had to watch as she crept back into his life, undoing everything I’d worked for. Not for long. Luckily, I have been working with Eric to steal her designs and sell them to Vanguard. Now that she has found out and he has been fired, I need to find an alternative to that I can use to hurt her. And there was only one man I knew that could help me achieve that. The next morning, I hurried to his office that luckily w
Get Out Rowan’s POV I had never been this angry in my life. Not even when I saw Gabe with Ivy. Not when my Ivy accused me of sabotaging her company. But now? Now, as I stood in the middle of the charity gala, every eye in the room locked on me, something close to fury burned through my veins as the urge to deal with the culprit filled my thoughts. Bella's actions were just unbelievable bordering on petty. How could she do this? Bella’s lips parted slightly, her breath catching as she stared at me, pretending like she didn’t know exactly what I was talking about. But she can't fool me. Not in the slightest. “What did you do, Bella?” I repeated, my voice cold, and measured. Her mask of confidence slipped for just a fraction of a second, but then she rolled her shoulders back and scoffed, flipping her hair like I’d just asked her if she had stolen my favorite pen. “You’re being irrational, Rowan.” Her voice was smooth, practiced, just like always. “I have no idea wha
AN UNEXPECTED ALLY Rowan’s POV My phone vibrated as I leaned back in my chair, eyes glued to the email that had just hit my inbox. I had hired someone to gather everything related to the Ivy's espionage. After what happened the night before, I had my suspicions on who could be behind the theft of Ivy's designs. I’d been digging through the stuffs for hours, piecing together bits of information that didn’t add up, and now I had it—proof. Or at least enough to make Bella sweat. The email trail was damning. Sent from her work address to someone at Vanguard, detailing timelines, design specs, and, most importantly, Ivy’s upcoming collection. My jaw clenched as I scrolled through the messages. So it really was you, Bella. I knew she was ambitious—hell, I’d even admired her drive once—but this? Selling Ivy’s work to her biggest rival? That was a new low. Even if the said company was mine. No wonder Ivy accused me of the espionage. Bella is really unbelievable. Grabbing my jacket,
NOAH'S CURIOSITY Ivy’s POV I barely slept after the disaster at the gala. Who would be able to after being put through such an embarrassing situation? Bella’s scheme had worked, everyone now knew about Noah. The whispers, the stares, the judgment… all of it, they had all followed me home like a dark cloud, pressing down on me and threatening snuff out what little strength I had. But the worst part? Noah had heard something. I didn’t know how much, but I saw the questions forming in his eyes as we came home. And that terrified me. I never planned on taking him along but the sitter was not around and Gabe was busy with something. The only thing I was grateful for, was the fact that I left him with the guards. If not, it could've been much worse. I was in the kitchen the next morning, attempting to make breakfast while my mind spun in a thousand directions. Noah sat at the table, pushing his cereal around with his spoon, unusually quiet. That’s when he asked it. “Mom… who’
NOAH'S CURIOSITY II Rowan’s POV I couldn’t get the kid’s face out of my head. Noah. My son. The second he stepped out onto that porch, I knew. It wasn’t just the resemblance—it was something deeper, something in the way he carried himself, the sharp curiosity in his eyes. My eyes. And then he asked that question. "Are you my dad?" I wanted to say yes. The words burned my tongue, ready to escape. But Ivy had been right there, her face tight with panic, her body tense like she was bracing for impact. I saw the fear in her eyes. So, I did the only thing I could. I left. I wasn’t proud of it. I should have fought harder, stayed longer, given Noah the answer he deserved. But how the hell do you tell a kid—one you never even knew existed—that you’re his father? I had no clue where to start. It was a scary thought. One that still worried me despite my best efforts not to think about it. So instead, I found myself at a coffee shop downtown, staring into a cup of black coffee th
IVY’S DILEMMA IVY’S POV Noah was gone. My heart nearly stopped when I stepped outside and saw nothing but an empty sidewalk. Panic rushed through me. I spun in every direction, my breath coming fast. He had been right here. One second he was here, the next, he was gone. Oh God! My fingers trembled as I fumbled for my phone, dialing Gabe’s number. It rang. And rang. No answer. I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to breathe. Think, Ivy. Think. Noah wasn’t reckless. He wouldn’t just run off, not unless he had a reason. Or someone gave him one. I swallowed hard. Rowan. I didn’t want to believe it, but after the way Noah had been asking about his father, after the way he looked at Rowan earlier today… What if he followed him? What if Rowan let him? The very idea made my blood boil. I took another shaky breath and tried calling Rowan. Although it's been ages since we spoke, I couldn't bring myself to delete his number. This time, it barely rang before a small
A BATTLE OF WILLS ROWAN'S POV It's been a few days since I found out that I have a son and all I could think was how I could get to know him. Obviously, I knew that was going to be a new level of difficult seeing how Ivy is trying to make sure that we don't get I stay away from the boy. It's not like I blamed her or anything. It was my fault after all. I was the one that tossed her out for a stupid reason. It was Saturday evening and I didn't have it in me for any social calling. So, I sent the servants away and sat in the living room while flipping through TV stations that barely held my attention. Lost in my thoughts, I barely notice when someone knocks on the door. I was about to call for one of the servants to come get the door but then I remembered there was no one around. With a grunt, I went to get the door. The moment I opened the door, my system was hit with shock that I almost fell to my knees. The usual floral scent of Ivy filled the air, robbing me of the ability
PEACE OFFERING Rowan's POV Noah stared at the ball for a moment before his eyes shifted back to me. He didn’t reach for it, but I saw the hint of curiosity in his gaze. It wasn’t much, but it was something. “You really think I’ll just forgive you because you bring me a stupid ball?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. I shook my head, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “No, I don’t. But I think it might be a step in the right direction.” Noah’s lips twitched, like he might have wanted to smile, but he held it back. “I’m not sure it’s that simple.” “I don’t expect it to be,” I said, my voice steady. “But I’m willing to try.” Noah finally stood up, crossing the room to take the ball from my hands. “Fine. We’ll start with this. But don’t expect me to suddenly act like everything’s okay.” “I don’t expect you to,” I said. “I just want a chance.” He looked at me for a long moment, as if deciding whether or not to trust me. Then, with a reluctant nod, he walke
ROWAN'S RESOLVE (Rowan’s POV) I had heard everything. I had been sitting outside Ivy’s apartment, just a few feet away, my back pressed against the cold brick of the wall, listening to every word that passed between her and Noah. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But the door was open just enough, and the sound of Noah’s voice, trembling with confusion and hurt, drew me in like a magnet. The words struck me harder than anything I had ever felt before. Ivy had been keeping the truth from him. The truth about me. About who I was—or rather, who I wasn’t. A father. I hadn’t meant to be this way. I didn’t want to be the kind of man who walked away, but life had a way of throwing curveballs that knocked you sideways. I didn’t know how to love Ivy, and I had convinced myself that kicking Ivy out was the best option. For Ivy and for me. But hearing it from Noah, hearing the pain in his voice, broke something inside me. He wasn’t a little boy anymore. He was growing up, becoming someone wh
THE TRUTH ABOUT NOAH Ivy’s POV The sound of Noah’s laughter echoed through the house, a sound that usually brought me comfort, but today it just felt like an intrusion. I needed quiet. I needed time to think, to prepare myself for the conversation I knew was coming. The conversation I had been avoiding for months. Noah was playing video games in the living room, as he always did when he needed to relax. I couldn’t blame him. I wanted to relax too. But today, escaping wasn’t an option. I had promised him that I would tell him the truth, and now, I had to keep that promise. I took a deep breath and walked toward the living room, my footsteps heavier than usual. Noah didn’t notice me at first. He was too absorbed in the screen, his fingers flying over the controller. But when I stood in the doorway, he looked up, his face lighting up with a smile. “Hey, Mom. You want to play?” His voice was full of excitement, but I saw the underlying weariness in his eyes. I smiled back, though
THE LINES WE DRAW Ivy’s POV The room was dark, lit only by the faint silver of moonlight peeking through the blinds. The sheets tangled around my bare legs, still warm from the heat we’d created. My breathing was finally steady, but my heart… my heart was a mess of contradictions. Gabe lay beside me, his arm draped across my waist. He traced slow circles against my skin, the silence between us soft and heavy. “I missed this,” he whispered, lips brushing the curve of my shoulder. “You. Us.” I closed my eyes. Trying to embrace this moment. To forget every other thing. I wanted to say it back. I wanted to mean it. But every time I tried, Rowan’s face pushed through my thoughts and messed everything up. “Tell me something real, Ivy,” Gabe murmured, lifting himself to lean over me, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Now that all this mess with Ethan and Bella is over… what happens next?” I turned to look at him. His eyes were still that same soulful brown—earnes
A SPARK REKINDLED Rowan’s POV The gavel hit the bench with a sharp finality. “Case dismissed. Charges against Ms. Ivy Sharp and her company are hereby dropped, with prejudice. Furthermore, an investigation into Ms. Bella Kelly and Mr. Ethan Sharp will proceed under federal review.” Just like that—it was over. I didn’t even hear the murmurs in the courtroom. Everything around me blurred, tunneled, and narrowed in on the woman sitting two rows ahead of me. Ivy. She sat completely still, like she was afraid if she moved, it would all be a dream. I could see the rigid line of her shoulders, her fingers clenched around her purse so tight, her knuckles were white. Then, slowly, she turned her head. Our eyes met. I didn’t smile. I didn’t have to. She blinked once, like her brain needed a second to register the truth, and then, finally, her shoulders sagged. She exhaled. A long, trembling breath. And I saw it the a crack in her armor she used to protect herself. Finally. I rose
NOAH'S GROWING CURIOSITY Noah had been watching. I should have noticed sooner. The way his eyes tracked Rowan whenever he walked into the room. The way his little brows furrowed whenever I spoke to him in hushed tones. My son was sharp, too sharp for his age. But tonight, I couldn't avoid his questions. It was late, past his bedtime, but Noah wasn’t asleep. I found him curled up on the living room couch, a book resting open on his lap, though his eyes weren’t moving across the pages. Instead, they were locked on me. I tried to pretend like I didn't notice him staring but it was hard. I didn't want to indulge him. I wanted to order him to his. But I didn't have the heart to do that. I sighed and sat down next to him, brushing a hand over his unruly curls. "You should be in bed." He didn’t argue. I guess he too understood but obviously he was on to something. Instead, he closed the book and looked up at me. "Is Rowan going to be around forever?" The question was so direct, so c
A FAMILY'S FIGHT The boardroom was suffocating. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. Eleven investors sat in their high-backed chairs, their polished shoes tapping against the floor, their eyes filled with barely concealed doubt. The air smelled of coffee and tension. I sat at the head of the table, back straight, shoulders squared, refusing to let them see even a flicker of hesitation. Rowan sat to my left, Sarah to my right. Both of them were quiet, but their presence was my anchor. I don't know why I let Rowan into my life again. But in this moment, in this time, I was grateful. I took a slow breath, then spoke. “We’re moving forward with legal action against Ethan and Bella.” Murmurs erupted. Gregory Whitmore, the oldest and loudest investor, leaned forward. “Ivy, let’s be reasonable. A lawsuit will draw attention—bad attention. We have enough problems without dragging your personal matters into the public eye.” I clenched my jaw. “My personal matters? Ethan and Bell
CONFESSION Rowan's POV I found Ivy sitting in her office, her hands gripping the edge of the desk like it was the only thing holding her together. Her back was stiff, her shoulders taut with tension. She hadn't looked at me since I walked in. The air between us was thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. And there was so much to be said. After the kidnap of her son and her finding out that her brother was working against her, I figured this will be a lot to take for her. But she needed to hear this. I didn't know how she would react to my presence today. Yesterday, she almost hurt me with her ceramic cup. It's good thing she hasn't started hurling things at me. At least she was in control of her rage this time. I cleared my throat. “Ivy, I need to talk to you.” “Not now, Rowan.” Her voice was flat. Tired. She didn't even bother to look up at me. I ignored her dismissal and stepped closer. “It’s about Ethan.” That got her attention. Her head snapped up, eyes locking onto
THE PAIN OF TRUTH Ivy's POV As I stood in my office, staring at my phone, my pulse hammered in my ears. The article was right there, the words blurring together as I reread them for what felt like the hundredth time. What's going on? This can't be true. He will never do such a thing. Could it be Bella is trying to pull another one of her tricks? "A source confirms that the recent attacks on Ivy Sharp’s business were orchestrated by an insider—her own brother, Ethan Sharp." My stomach twisted. This had to be a mistake. Ethan wouldn’t—couldn’t—do something like this. I knew he never really wanted me around him, but going the extra mile to sabotage my business was unthinkable. Could he be working with Bella? That's not possible. He wouldn't stoop so low. But as I scrolled further, the article listed transaction records, emails, and phone logs. Evidence. Proof. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to stop the sudden wave of nausea. This wasn't just a bad joke. It was real.