Franco’s POV.I knew that getting Ivery to forgive me was going to be hard. I had hurt her deeply, and I knew that my words might not be enough to make things right. But I loved her more than anything, and I just wanted her to know how sorry I was. I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, but the words wouldn't come. I felt like I was stuck, unable to express what was in my heart.I knew that pursuing a relationship with Blair would only make her life more complicated. As much as I loved her, I knew that we couldn't be together as long as Diva was still around. I can’t choose between both of them, and I couldn't bear the thought of her being unhappy. But at the same time, I was unable to let go of the feelings I had for her. It was a complicated and painful situation, with no easy answers. When Ivery had woken up from her coma, it had been the happiest day of my life. I was so relieved to see her eyes open, to hear her voice again. But that happiness had been short-lived,
Ivery’s POV.It had been two days since Franco had apologized, and I still hadn't decided whether to forgive him. I knew that he had made a mistake, but I wasn't certain if it was a mistake that I could forgive. He had hurt me, and I wasn't sure if I could trust him again. I needed to take some time to think about it, but I was struggling to sort through my emotions. I was almost done with my work when my phone rang, showing an unknown ID. I hesitated, wondering whether I should pick it up or not. I knew that it could be anything from a sales call to an important message. But I couldn't bring myself to answer it, not knowing what to expect. My phone stopped ringing, and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding.The phone rang again, and this time I couldn't stop myself from picking it up. It might have been an emergency, and I was unable to risk not answering. I took a deep breath and answered the call. “Hello?” I said, my voice uncertain. There was silence on the oth
Ivery’s POV.I noticed that Franco had removed his suit jacket and shirt, leaving him shirtless. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but admire his well-defined abs and muscular arms. I forced myself to focus on the matter at hand, reminding myself that I should stop staring. But it was hard not to be distracted by Franco's handsome physique. “Damn, how can one man be this handsome?” I thought to myself, unable to stop my mind from wandering. Franco picked up a black Apron and wrapped it around his body, accentuating his muscles even more. I tried to focus on the serious matter at hand, but my mind kept drifting back to Franco. I was having trouble concentrating, and I knew that I needed to get a grip on myself. I had to focus on the food I was preparing, and I couldn't afford to let myself be distracted.“Watch it!” Franco said to me, pointing to the pancake I was making. It was almost burnt, and he was trying to save me from ruining it. “Thank you,” I said, as I tried to se
Ivery’s POV.“You can sleep in my room,” I said, surprising even myself. I could see that he was taken aback by my offer, and he asked, “Are you sure you're okay with that?” I nodded, trying to appear more confident than I felt. I knew that I was blushing, and I hoped he couldn't see it in the dim light. But I also knew that I couldn't take back my offer now, so I tried to just act natural.He followed me into the room, and we both climbed into the bed. I could feel my heart racing as he got closer, and I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down. I positioned a pillow in the middle of the bed, creating a barrier between us. I could tell that he was trying to make me feel comfortable, and I appreciated it. But I could also feel the electricity between us, and it was making me nervous.“Good night,” I whispered as I turned away from him and tried to fall asleep. But sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of what had happened earlier that nigh
Ivery's POV.I watched as he stood up from the table, still on the phone. He was visibly tense, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed. He paced back and forth, his voice low and urgent. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could tell it was something serious. My mind raced with questions and concerns. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I was afraid to interrupt. I felt powerless, unable to do anything but watch and wait.My kids had stopped eating, their eyes wide with concern. “What's wrong?” I asked them. “What's going on with Uncle Franco?” They looked at me with confusion and worry. I could tell they were concerned, but I would rather not alarm them. So I lied, “It's nothing, he's just on a business call.” I forced a smile, hoping they would believe me. But I could tell they were still uneasy.Cassandra looked at me with a probing gaze. “Is anything wrong with Uncle Franco's business?” she asked. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. “No, of course no
Ivery's POV.“So you brought your estranged wife?” Diva's mother said, her voice dripping with hatred. I could hear the distaste in her tone, and I knew it was directed at me.“I would love it if you had said you brought a friend rather than estranged,” he said, his voice firm. “She's a friend.” Her mother scoffed. “You expect me to believe that?” she said, her voice dripping with skepticism. I sighed, knowing that this would be a very long night.“Well, she's just a friend,” Franco said, trying to keep his voice calm. “You can believe whatever you want, but it's the truth.” “The last time we believed you, it was a mess,” she said, her voice mocking. I winced at her words, knowing she was referring to my contract marriage. “It was a contract marriage, so partially I didn't lie,” he said, trying to defend himself. “You knew what you were getting into.” “You lied by omission,” she said, her voice cold. “You told me you were married for five years. What about that, So yes, you did
Ivery's POV.I kept running, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't stay here, not with all these emotions swirling around me. I needed to get away, to find some space to breathe. I didn't stop running until I was completely exhausted, my legs burning with exhaustion. As I tried to catch my breath, I stumbled and felt a hand on my arm. I looked up, and saw that it was Franco.“Why are you running away from me?” he asked, his voice full of worry.I tried to pull away from him, but he held on tight.“I need some space,” I said, my voice shaking. “Why, did someone say something to you,” he asked, his face etched with concern.“No one did,” I lied. I was tired of staying here or causing more troubles, as they assumed I just wanted to go.“Someone must have said something to you,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “I know Mrs. Diva doesn't like you.I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. “It's not just her,” I said, my voice trembling. “I feel like everyone is against me, like I
Franco's POV.I watched as her face grew from pleasure to worry, and I wondered what she was worried about, so many thoughts swirled through my mind as I began. Maybe she does like the sex? Did I annoy her? Should I ask her? But then her expression changed into a devilish one, she had a devilish smirk on her face.She leaned and guided my hands to her lips, her tongue lapped on my cums, tasting the bitter yet sweet, thick liquid, I watched as she swallows it all.“Fuck,” I mumbled as I pinned her back to the car roughly, causing the alarm to sound.We both laughed at the alarm, and I felt my heart melt as I saw her smile. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I felt a sense of relief. “How was it?” I asked, my heart beating a little faster. “It was so much fun!” she said, a wide smile on her face. “Have you ever done this before?” I asked, curious to hear her answer. I wasn't certain if I was ready for the truth, but I needed to know. She looked at me, her ey
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