Ivery's POV. We were called out as high guests, Franco decided to give a speech. “I love my wife so much that I couldn't leave the house without her,” he said. The crowd went silent as Franco began his speech. I felt all eyes on me, their gazes like lasers, burning into my skin. I tried to ignore them, to focus on Franco's words. But I could feel the weight of their judgment, their scrutiny.I saw Franco look at me, his eyes were full of emotion. He spoke of his love for me, his words filled with sincerity and adoration. I felt myself blush, embarrassed by the attention. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and be swallowed up. But I forced myself to stand tall, to listen to what he had to say.“She's my pillar,” he said while ending his speech. His voice was deep and smooth, reverberating through the room. His eyes were fixed on me, his gaze so intense I felt like I was melting under it. His words were like honey, sweet, and sticky. I could feel the heat of his hand on my
Ivery's POV. We were called out as high guests, Franco decided to give a speech. “I love my wife so much that I couldn't leave the house without her,” he said. The crowd went silent as Franco began his speech. I felt all eyes on me, their gazes like lasers, burning into my skin. I tried to ignore them, to focus on Franco's words. But I could feel the weight of their judgment, their scrutiny.I saw Franco look at me, his eyes were full of emotion. He spoke of his love for me, his words filled with sincerity and adoration. I felt myself blush, embarrassed by the attention. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and be swallowed up. But I forced myself to stand tall, to listen to what he had to say.“She's my pillar,” he said while ending his speech. His voice was deep and smooth, reverberating through the room. His eyes were fixed on me, his gaze so intense I felt like I was melting under it. His words were like honey, sweet, and sticky. I could feel the heat of his hand on my
Franco's POV. I could feel the tension in my body as I prepared to dance with Diva. She had always been a thorn in my side, and now I was forced to endure her company. I could feel the heat of her body as she stood next to me, her eyes boring into mine. I could smell her perfume, heavy and cloying, making me feel nauseous.I watched as Ivery's eyes lit up as the man whispered something in her ear. I couldn't help but notice the way she leaned into him, her face flushed with excitement. I could feel the heat rising in my body, as I struggled to contain my emotions. I wanted to scream, to ask her to stop smiling, to stop enjoying herself with another man. But I knew that was selfish and wrong.I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing, but it was no use. I could feel the fury building inside me, threatening to burst out. I had no claim on Ivery, she was my contract wife. But the thought of her smiling at another man filled me with rage. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was ho
Ivery's POV. I could feel the panic rising within me, the fear taking hold of my body. I tried to breathe, but my lungs felt like they were being constricted. I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears, the sound of it drowning out all other noise. I tried to move, but my legs felt like lead. I was frozen in place, unable to move. And then, without warning, I let out a scream. I felt the sound burst from my throat, piercing the surrounding air. I heard my voice echo back to me, a high-pitched shriek of terror.I banged on the door with all my might, my fist connecting with the wood over and over again. But the door didn't budge, my efforts futile. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, a sob threatening to escape. I tried to hold it in, to keep myself together. But it was no use. The tears broke free, rolling down my cheeks. I sank to the ground, my body shaking with sobs. I was lost, trapped in an elevator that I couldn't escape. And I had no idea what I was going to do next.As
Ivery's POV. The look on Franco's face was unlike anything I had ever seen before. His brow was furrowed, his eyes wild with fear. I could see the worry written all over his features as if they were etched into his skin. His lips were pressed together in a tight line, and his jaw clenched. He looked like a man on the brink of collapse like he was about to come undone. It was a look that sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of dread washing over me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say.I couldn't stand by and watch him suffer, I had to do something. I took a deep breath, and I ran towards him, throwing my arms around him. He was stiff in my embrace as if he couldn't believe what was happening. But slowly, I felt him relax, his body sinking into mine. I held him tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. I held him, and we stood there, silent.I felt a moment of panic, afraid that he would push me away, that I had crossed a line. Instead, he did something unexpected. He
Chapter 23.Ivery's POV. The screen on my phone went dark, the familiar glow of light fading to black. I pressed the power button, hoping to bring it back to life. But it was no use. The battery was dead, and I was left in the dark. I felt a sense of panic, a feeling of being disconnected from the world. I rushed out of my room, my feet pounding on the hardwood floor as I ran for the living room. I reached for the remote control, my fingers fumbling as I struggled to find it. I finally grabbed it, turning on the TV with shaking hands. The screen flickered to life, the familiar glow of light filling the room. I exhaled a sigh of relief. As I clicked through the channels, I suddenly stopped, my eyes fixed on the screen. There was Franco, his face filled with anger, his voice loud and commanding. He was surrounded by a sea of people, all of them hanging on his every word. I watched, transfixed, trying to make sense of what was happening.“In five minutes, if my wife isn't out of that
Ivery's POV. I looked at him, my brow furrowed, confused. He just smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. And then he said something that took me completely by surprise.“See you later,” he said. And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me more confused than ever.I busied myself with cleaning up the kitchen, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. My head was spinning, and I felt like I couldn't get a grip on reality.But I knew I had to try to relax, so I went to the sitting room and put on N*****x. As I settled in with my popcorn, I tried to push all my thoughts aside and focus on the show. But no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept drifting back to Franco and his mysterious behavior.My headache had become unbearable, and I struggled to stay focused on the show. I was about to call Franco when he suddenly walked into the room. He took one look at me and his face fell. “What's wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “Are you okay?”I tried
Ivery's POV. I tried calling Franco again and again, but all I heard was the endless ringing of the unanswered call. I fought back tears, but they spilled over anyway, rolling down my cheeks. I was completely alone, with no way to reach anyone for help. As I sat there, fear and panic started to build inside me, and I felt like I was losing control. My breaths were coming in quick, shallow gasps, and I could feel my heart racing. I had to do something, anything, to get out of this situation.I tried to move, to rise from the bed, but my body seemed to be frozen in place. My limbs felt heavy, weighed down by the fear that was coursing through my veins. I struggled to find the strength to stand, but it was like a boulder was resting on my chest, crushing me. I closed my eyes, trying to quell the rising panic. But the darkness only made it worse.With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone and dialed Franco's number again. I held my breath as the phone rang, hoping against hope that
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