Ivery’s POV.I quickly put Diva's phone down and tried to compose myself, as the door flew open. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. There, in the doorway, stood Diva, her eyes wide with shock. She looked from me to the phone and back again, putting the pieces together. I could see the anxiety in her eyes.“I apologize for intruding your privacy,” Diva apologized.I was taken aback by her apology. Diva wasn't one to apologize, and certainly not in this context. She was always so confident and sure of herself. This was a side of her I had never seen before. “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. I knew something was off, and I wasn't sure what to do next.“You took my phone,” she said, her voice shaking. “Oh, I didn't even realize,” I said, my voice full of remorse. I handed the phone back to her, and she took it with a look of gratitude. “Thank you,” she said, turning to leave. I stood there, alone, feel
Ivery’s POV.I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. The first thing I saw was Franco's chest, just inches from my face. My head throbbed, and I reached up to touch the spot where I had been struck. As my fingers brushed against my skin, I felt the sticky residue of blood. My heart began to race, and I tried to sit up, but Franco's arms held me in place. “Stay still,” he said, his voice low and soothing. I remained still, not wanting to disturb Franco's slumber. I knew he needed his rest, and I had to keep my movements slow and steady. The longer I lay there, the more anxious I became.I had to get up, and I had to continue my search for Diva. But I also knew that I couldn't risk waking Franco. It was a delicate balance, and I had to find the perfect moment to move.Carefully, I eased myself out of the bed, my movements as light as a feather. I held my breath as I tip-toed towards the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned the doorknob slowly, wincing as the h
Franco’s POV.I stretched my arms above my head, my muscles tight and sore. As I opened my eyes, the memories of the night before came rushing back.It had been such a peaceful night, the first in a long time. The worries and stress of my life had faded away, replaced by a feeling of calm and contentment. I felt a smile spread across my face, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for that night. It was a moment of respite, a chance to recharge and renew.I turned over, expecting to find Ivery beside me, but she was gone. I sat up, confusion and panic rising within me. I stood up slowly, my body still heavy with sleep.I stumbled out of the room, searching for any sign of her. But she was nowhere to be found. I began to panic, my heart racing. Where could she have gone? What could have happened to her? I racked my brain, trying to think of a logical explanation.I turned the corner and noticed the door to Diva's room was open. I moved closer, my heart pounding in my chest. I push
Franco’s POV.We arrived at Diva's lounge, and I practically leaped out of the car. I was a ball of nervous energy, my heart racing and my mind racing with thoughts. Ivey scrambled after me, her breath heavy as she tried to keep up.“Please slow down,” she pleaded, but I couldn't hear her. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I stormed through the front doors, and there she was. Diva sat at the bar, her back to me.She was with another woman, and I could see that the woman had some sort of powder on the table in front of them. Ivery grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. She gave me a look that said, "Stay calm" and I nodded.I would do anything she asked because I knew she was right. I had to keep a cool head if I wanted to get through this. I took another deep breath, letting it out slowly.I walked up to Diva and whispered in her ear, “Let's go to your room.”She looked
Diva’s POV.It had been a day since I arrived, and I had been waiting for the doctor for hours. I was getting angrier by the minute, feeling my time slipping away.I had limited time here, and I was anxious to return home before Franco would suspect I was up to something. My stomach was in knots, and I couldn't sit still. I paced around the room, trying to calm myself down. But the more I paced, the more frustrated I became. I felt like I was trapped, with no way out.Just as I was starting to lose hope, I heard the phone ring. I rushed to answer it, my heart racing. The receptionist informed me that I had a visitor.I got dressed as fast as I could, trying to compose myself. I thought about disguising myself, but I realized it was futile. I was a stranger in this place, and no one would recognize me anyway. I took a deep breath and headed downstairs to meet my guest. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew it was time to face the music.I had expected an old woman to be waitin
Franco’s POV.As I stared at the negative pregnancy test in my hand, my anger rose like a tide. A wave of emotion washed over me, carrying with it feelings of frustration, fear, and confusion. I had never expected this. I felt my blood boil, my fists clenching with rage.I turned to look at her, my anger growing by the second. Her eyes were shut tight, as if she was trying to block me out. But that only added to my rage, my blood boiling with each passing second. “What's the meaning of this?” I shouted, my voice a roar of fury.Slowly, she opened her eyes, revealing a look of pure terror. I could see the fear in them, the terror of what I might do next. But I couldn't stop myself, my anger driving me like a wild animal.“I don't understand,” she said, her voice shaking.“What don't you understand?” I snapped, my voice harsh and accusatory.I flung the pregnancy test at her, watching as she flinched, her body tense with fear. She slowly bent down to pick it up, her movements cautious
Diva’s POV.The last thing I remember is hearing Franco's voice, screaming at me.“What have you done?” he yelled, his words echoing in my ears.And then everything went black, darkness enveloping me. I felt myself fading, slipping away from consciousness. All I could hear was the sound of my breathing, shallow and labored.And then, nothing. I was floating in a void, a vast emptiness. There was no sound, no sensation. I was suspended in the darkness, alone and helpless.I struggled to open my eyes, my eyelids heavy and uncooperative. It felt like an eternity before I could finally crack them open.The brightness of the light blinded me, and I had to squint to adjust. As my vision cleared, I felt a wave of weakness wash over me. My body felt heavy, my limbs limp and unresponsive.I tried to move, but it was like I was trapped in a cocoon of exhaustion. I felt like I had been asleep for a thousand years.And then I saw Ivery, her face a mask of concern. Then, Franco entered, his fea
Franco’s POV.I watched as Diva stood, her eyes locked with her mom's. And then, without a word, her mom gestured for her to come closer. Without thinking twice, Diva ran to her, throwing her arms around her mom's waist. "Mom!" she said, her voice full of relief and joy. And as they hugged.I felt a flash of irritation at the scene before me, a sudden anger welling up inside me. It wasn't fair, I thought, for them to be so happy when my world was falling apart.How could they be so carefree, when everything was so uncertain? I felt my fists clench, my teeth grinding together in frustration.This was no time for lovey-dovey affection. This was a time for seriousness, for action. I wanted to shout, to demand that they take this seriously."Enough!" I screamed, my voice sounding raw and unfamiliar to my own ears. My outburst startled everyone, and Diva immediately let go of her mom. "That's no way to talk to your elders!" my dad said, his voice stern. I rolled my eyes, my frustrat
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