Ivery's POV. Sitting in my room, my thoughts racing, I felt like I was trapped. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me. I tried to take deep breaths, to calm myself down, but it was no use. Tears started to spill from my eyes, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I felt like I was losing control like I was falling apart. I needed to get out of there, I needed to do something, anything, to stop the feelings of panic and anxiety that were overtaking me.With no plan in mind, I rushed out of my room, tears streaming down my face. I stumbled down the stairs, not knowing where I was going, just desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere of my home. As I made my way out the front door, I could hear the guards calling out to me, but I couldn't respond. I just kept running, my feet carrying me away from the place that was suffocating me.I ran until my legs gave out, collapsing on the grass in front of the woods. I sat there, trying to catch my breath,
Franco's POV. I watched in horror as she ran to her room, her eyes wide with fear. I knew I had caused this and that my actions had led to her running away. I felt sick to my stomach, with regret, and guilt swirling around inside me. I wanted to call out to her, to apologize, but I knew it was too late. I had hurt her, and I didn't know how to make it right.I stood there, frozen in place, as the seconds ticked by. I couldn't move, couldn't think, as the realization of what I had done sank in.I could hear her sobs from the sitting room, each one like a knife in my heart. I couldn't bear to listen to her pain, knowing that I was the cause of it. I retreated to my office, trying to distract myself from work, but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was her, and the pain I had caused. I felt like a monster like I didn't deserve to call myself a friend. I sat at my desk, my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do next.I was startled out of my thoughts by a loud bang o
Franco's POV. I put my two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting her hard, Her moans filled the bathroom. I stopped when she whispered something in my ear, I could feel her warm breath on my skin. My curiosity took the best of me to see what she wanted to do, so I decided to obey. With her still, in my arms, she kept kissing me until I dropped her on my bed. “Take a seat,” she said, with a mischievous glint on her face. I was still curious about what she had to say.“Don't leave the seat,” she said. She sat opposite me, removing her panties, I looked at her, my eyes filled with lust. She threw her pants on my face, and I sniffed it, which made me more horny. I watched as she removed her clothes, now she was completely naked, her skin alluring. Slowly she spread her legs in front of me, her pussy visible, with a smile on her face, she cupped her breast with one of her hands, kneading her breast slowly at first, her light-brown nipples were hard. She took her other hand as she trail
Ivery's POV. I slowly opened my eyes, afraid that the events of the previous night were just a dream. I blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the morning light. But as my vision cleared, I realized that it had not been a dream. I was still in the opulent room, with all of its finery and luxury. And next to me, sleeping peacefully, Franco My heart began to race, and I found myself unable to move. I couldn't believe that this was real, that this was my life now.I rested my head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath me. I couldn't help but smile, reliving the events of the previous night in my mind. It had been unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I knew that I would never forget it.I heard Franco's breathing change, and I knew that he was awake. I held my breath, unsure of what to do or say.One thing I knew for certain was that what had happened between us the night before would change our relationship forever. I didn't know what the future hel
Ivery's POV. The maid stood before me, holding a garment bag in her hands. I could feel my heart racing, and my curiosity growing. Maybe he sent an apology gift, I thought to myself. “He sent you this dress,” the maid said, her smile growing wider. “There's a meeting you both are attending this evening.”I was disappointed in myself for thinking so highly of Franco.I reached out and took the garment bag from her, my hands trembling. I looked down at the bag. My resolve steeled, and I handed the garment bag back to the maid. “Tell him that he'll be attending the meeting alone,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady.I closed the door, leaning against it for support. I felt a mixture of relief and regret. Relief that I had stood up for myself, but regret that I had pushed away my chance at reconciliation.As I walked back to my bed, I wondered whether he would accept my decision or not.I had just drifted off to sleep when I heard a loud bang, followed by the sound of my door flying
Ivery's POV. As my hand curled into a fist, I forced myself to take a deep breath. I could feel the tension in my body, coiled like a spring ready to snap. I knew that if I gave in to my anger, it would be the end of everything. But I couldn't let him get away with saying something like that. I had to make him understand how wrong it was.With a shaking hand, I slowly uncurled my fist, forcing myself to relax.“You can't say things like that,” I said, my voice steady but quivering. “I'm not like other girls, I'm Ivery.”He looked at me and laughed a very mocking laugh. He cleared his throat as he spoke. “The same ivery that was in my bed last night, moaning and yelling I should not stop. What's the difference between you and the others? When I lay a finger on you girls, They moan,” he said with a smirk on his face. I snapped. My hand flew up, landing a sharp slap across his cheek. I felt the sting of my skin on his face, the shock of my action. The sound of the slap reverberated
Ivery's POV. I opened my eyes to the warm light of the sun, filtering through the curtains. I sat up in bed, feeling a slight throbbing in my head. But as I looked out the window, I was taken aback by the beauty of the sunrise, the soft, golden light washing over the city below. The sunlight danced across the room, casting shadows on the walls and floor. I could smell the fresh air coming in through the window, carrying with it the scent of rain-soaked grass and blooming flowers. The birds outside were chirping, their songs filling the air with music. It was as if the world had stopped, just for me, just for this moment. Everything felt so still, so calm. At that moment, I felt a sense of hope, of possibility. I knew that the world outside was still spinning, still moving forward. But for a moment, I could forget about all of that.And for a moment, I forgot about my headache. I felt a small smile tugging at my lips, my heart filling with a sense of calm and peace.It had been wee
Ivery's POV. I had to read the words over and over again, hoping I had misunderstood, hoping that I had somehow misread the results. But the truth was clear, undeniable.The doctor was speaking, but I couldn't hear him. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, the sound of my heartbreaking.I looked up at the doctor, trying to read his expression. He smiled at me, but his smile was hollow, empty. It didn't reach his eyes, and I knew he was simply trying to be kind, trying to comfort me. But I didn't want his comfort, I didn't want his sympathy. All I wanted was to be healthy, to be okay.However that was out of my hands, and I was left with a choice to make.I swallowed hard, the words of the doctor echoing in my mind. I had to decide what to do next, and how to move forward.I quickly stood up, my chair scraping against the floor. I pushed past the doctor, not bothering to apologize for being so rude. I rushed down the hallway, my shoes echoing on the linoleum floor. I
Franco’s POV.I could feel the warmth of the morning sun on my face, and I groaned in protest, not wanting to get out of bed. But then I heard a soft chuckle, and I opened my eyes to find Ivery's face inches from mine, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Looks like someone would rather not wake up,” she teased, snuggling closer to me. I couldn't help but smile, feeling the closeness of her body against mine.“Good morning, sunshine,” I said to her, my voice still thick with sleep. She smiled at me, and I felt my heart flutter. “Good morning, my love,” she replied, and I felt a surge of joy at hearing those words. I leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, savoring the moment.Waking up next to Ivery every morning for the past year has been a blissful experience. I never thought I could feel so much happiness, so much joy, just from being in her presence. Every day, I count my blessings for having her in my life. And every morning, I woke up grateful that she was by my side. It was like
Ivery’s POV.As I walked inside the room, I could hear voices and laughter coming from the living room. Franco was still attending to the guests, making sure everyone was comfortable and happy. I headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The sound of the running water was soothing, and I took a moment to relax, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on my skin.I looked down at the ring on my finger, still in a bit of disbelief. I was married to Franco, the man of my dreams. It still seemed too good to be true. But the ring on my finger was a constant reminder of the love we shared, a symbol of our commitment to each other. I finished my shower, feeling refreshed and ready for the night.I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still damp and tousled. I sat down at the dressing table, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I put on a silky black nightgown that clung to my curves. I ran my hands over the smooth fabric, feeling the coolness against my skin. It was simple, yet
Ivery’s POV.One month later.I had heard so many stories about the bells ringing in the church on a wedding day, but I never thought I would get to experience it myself. I stood there, my heart racing, as the sound of the bells filled the air. It was a sound I would never forget, and it marked the beginning of a new life for me and my family. I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in the sight of the white wedding gown I was wearing. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I felt like I was in a dream. My hair was perfectly styled, and my makeup was flawless. I took a deep breath, trying to take it all in. Was this really happening? Was I really getting married? I looked at the door, waiting for the moment I would walk down the aisle.My mother, Cassy, and Owen, entered the room. "You look beautiful, my dear," my mother said, smiling at me. I blushed, grateful for her words. "It's time," Owen said, and I nodded, knowing that it was time to go. I took one last look
Ivery’s POV.There, in my hands, was the DNA test, the results undeniable. Franco was the father of my children. How had he found out? Why had he been so silent all this time? A million questions raced through my mind, but I knew I wouldn't get any answers until I confronted him. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to be strong.As I tried to calm myself, I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. My hands trembled, and the room suddenly felt stiflingly hot. I looked up and my eyes met Franco's. I quickly looked away, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. I had so many questions, and I knew he had answers. But I didn't know if I could face him right now, with everything I had just discovered.The silence was broken by a question from Franco. "How long did you plan on keeping this from me?" he asked, his voice low and calm. I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. I looked at everything in the room but him
Ivery’s POV.“Ladies first,” he said with a sly smile. I nodded, taking a deep breath. I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, my hands shaking slightly. I fumbled with the screen, unlocking it and opening the video gallery. There it was, the video of Diva in his penthouse trying to force him to sign the check. I held out the phone, my heart pounding in my chest.“Take a look,” I said, my voice trembling. He took the phone from me, a look of confusion on his face. He held it up to his eyes, staring at the screen. At first, he didn't seem to understand what he was looking at. Then, his eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He looked up at me, his face pale. “What is this?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. I took a deep breath, preparing to tell him everything. As I told him everything, I watched as his face twitched with anger. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. “How dare she try to do this,” he said, his voice filled with rage? “I need to deal with her.” His ha
Ivery’s POV.Franco's behavior had been puzzling me for a while. He seemed to be acting differently, but I couldn't tell if I was just imagining things or if there was something actually going on. He had been spending more time with the kids, and sporadically they even slept over. Was I reading too much into it, or was there something more going on? I couldn't help but wonder if there was something I was missing, some hidden meaning that I just couldn't see.At first, I was afraid to let them sleep over. I didn't want them to accidentally spill the truth about me being their mother. But they had promised me that they wouldn't say anything, and I believed them. After all, they were mature for their age and I trusted them. Still, I couldn't help but worry about what would happen if they did accidentally reveal the truth. Would it ruin our relationship? Would everything fall apart?The truth felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. I knew that the longer I kept it
Franco’s POV.“You are the father,” the doctor said, his voice steady and matter-of-fact. I felt like the ground was falling out from under me. I quickly closed the door behind me, not wanting Ivery to overhear. “Let's go to your office,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to keep my composure. We walked to the office, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was about to receive the biggest news of my life.The doctor closed the door, and I blurted out the question that had been burning in my mind. “Can you run a DNA test on Ivery?” I asked, my voice trembling. I knew it sounded foolish, but I needed to be certain. I needed to know the truth, regardless of what it was.“It's obvious that Ivery is the mother,” the doctor said. I nodded, my mind whirling with thoughts and questions. “When do you think the transplant was?” I asked, trying to put the pieces together. I wanted to understand what had happened, how I could be a father without even knowing it. I had to make sense of
Franco’s POV.I stared at the report, my eyes scanning the words, but unable to make sense of it. The medical jargon was confusing and unfamiliar. I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest. “What's this?” I asked the doctor. “Your bone marrow matches with his,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. But his words did nothing to ease my anxiety. I felt overwhelmed and confused.“How’s this possible?” I asked confused.“ Because you are the father of the child,” he said.I let out a sarcastic laugh. “How can I be the father of the child?” I asked incredulously. “Does this doctor understand how biology works?” My voice was tinged with anger and disbelief. It was impossible, I was sure of it. But the doctor looked at me calmly, and said, “I understand your skepticism, but there is no doubt that you are the father of this child. Your DNA matches perfectly.” I felt my world spinning, my mind reeling. How could this be?“Ivery told me that she wasn't the mother of the kids,” I said, my
Franco’s POV.I scooped Caden up in my arms, his body limp and heavy. Ivey's mom followed me outside, her face pale and her eyes red with tears. I laid Caden gently in the back seat, careful not to jostle him too much. His grandma climbed in after him, cradling him in her arms and whispering comforting words in his ear. I got into the driver's seat, my hands shaking as I gripped the steering wheel. I turned the key in the ignition, and we sped off, the sound of sirens echoing in the distance.The drive to the hospital seemed to take forever, even though we made it there in record time. When we arrived, the nurses rushed out to meet us, taking Caden from our arms and whisking him away to the emergency room. We were left standing there, the silence deafening. Ivey's mom and I paced back and forth, our hearts pounding in our chests, our minds racing with worry. We waited and waited, but it felt like time was standing still.As I paced the hospital floor, I couldn't help but think of Iv