Ivery's POV.As I struggled to open my eyes, I realized I was wrapped up in Franco's arms. He was holding me close, his breath warm on my neck. I tried to move, to get out of his embrace, but his arms tightened around me. “Don't,” he whispered, his voice husky. “Stay here with me.”I felt my heart racing, my body thrumming with a mix of emotions. I wanted to pull away, to push him away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wanted to stay there, in his arms, feeling safe and loved.For a moment, I let myself get lost in the sensation, the feeling of being held by someone who I cared about. But then, a thought hit me like a punch to the gut. I opened my eyes, looking up at Franco, who was still holding me tight. “What's wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern. “It's Monday,” I said, my voice trembling. “I have to go to work.” “Don't worry about it,” he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “I've got it covered, You are on leave.” “You can't just give me leave f
Ivery's POV.“Here,” Franco said, passing me a plate of food. He sat down next to me at the kitchen table, and we both began to eat in silence. I was still reeling from the encounter with the two men, and I wanted to give him some time, maybe he would tell me who they were. But at the same time, I was dying to know what had happened. I wanted to understand why those men had come to my house, and what they had wanted to talk to Franco about. “You're not eating much,” Franco said, breaking the silence and jolting me from my thoughts. I looked down at my plate and realized I had only taken a few bites.“Sorry,” I said, feeling embarrassed. “I'm just a little preoccupied.” He gave me a sympathetic smile. “It's okay,” he said. “I get it. “I was distressed when I searched all the rooms, and you weren't here,” I said, looking into his eyes. “It's not like you to disappear without telling me where you're going.”He let out a sigh and looked down at the table.“I know,” he said. “I'm sor
Ivery's POV.With shaking hands, I managed to get to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, feeling like the walls were closing in. I needed to relax, but I didn't know how. I sank on my bed, and closed my eyes, trying to breathe deeply. But my mind was racing, and my heart was pounding. I couldn't calm down, no matter how hard I tried. I felt like I was spiraling out of control.I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but sleep was elusive. No matter how I positioned myself, I couldn't relax. My mind was racing, and my body was tense. I attempted to focus on my breathing, but even that was difficult. I felt restless and agitated, like I couldn't settle down.I turned around again, my eyes fixed on the light switch, my mind spinning in circles. Had I done anything that could come back to haunt me? I was unable to think of anything. But what if I was missing something? What if there was something I had forgotten, something that could ruin me? The thought was
Ivery's POV.“What?” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief. I felt like the world had stopped spinning, and I was frozen in place.I couldn't believe what I was hearing.“Are you certain?” I asked, my voice barely audible. “How can you be certain?” Franco looked at me, his expression grave. “I'm positive,” he said. “There's no doubt in my mind.” The truth hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt my world start to crumble around me.“How could Diva be the blackmailer?” I thought to myself. It just didn't make sense. “How did you find out?” I asked him, my voice trembling. “My personal assistant did some research, and it turned out that the number was linked to Diva,” he said, his voice heavy with sadness.“Diva?” I said, feeling my heart sink. “Are you certain?” I was still in disbelief.I just couldn't believe that Diva, of all people, could be behind this. As I wonder which of my secret does she knows.“I know it's hard to believe,” he said. “But I'm positive. I had my PA tr
Franco's POV.I continued to shout Ivery's name, but she ignored me, her pace quickening. She was walking so fast I was struggling to keep up.I knew she was angry with me, and I couldn't blame her. I just wanted to make things right, to tell her how wrong it was to confront Diva. But I was unable to get her to listen. She kept on walking, her footsteps echoing down the empty street. I felt helpless like I was chasing after something that was just unreachable.Just then, a car came speeding down the road, its headlights blinding me for a moment. My heart leaped into my throat as the car swerved towards Ivery. Time seemed to slow down as I watched in horror.In a split second, the car hit Ivery, sending her flying through the air. She landed hard on the pavement, her body crumpled and unmoving.The car sped away, leaving me standing there in shock. My world seemed to come crashing down around me as I realized what had just happened.I ran towards her, my heart pounding in my chest. I
Franco's POV.I sat down in the room, my eyes fixed on Ivery. She was hooked up to machines, an oxygen mask covering her face.I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces. I wanted to run to her, to hold her hand and tell her everything was going to be okay. But I knew I couldn't. It had been three days since I had seen Ivery awake and conscious. She had been in a coma ever since the accident, and I was starting to lose hope. The doctors had told me that she was stable, but they couldn't tell me when she would wake up. Every day I would come to the hospital, sit by her bedside, and talk to her, even though she was unable to hear me.I just hoped that somehow, my words would reach her, and that she would come back to me. But as the days dragged on, my hope was starting to fade.I knew I had to call Ivery's mother, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't find the words to tell her that her daughter was in a coma.I was paralyzed with fear, the thought of making that
Franco's POV.“Doctor!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with panic.I heard the sound of running footsteps, and then the room was filled with medical personnel.They surrounded Ivery's bed, shouting instructions and pushing me back.I stood frozen, watching as they worked frantically to save her life. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding in my chest. Would I ever see Ivery again?The doctor looked at me sternly, “You need to leave, Sir,” he said firmly. “I understand that you're upset, but you're not helping anything by being here. We can't do our job with you here.”I felt a surge of anger and frustration, but I knew he was right. I was only getting in the way. Reluctantly, I turned to leave. I felt helpless, unable to do anything to help. All I could do was hope and pray that Ivery would be okay.I pressed my face to the window, watching as the medical team worked frantically on Ivery. I could see the AED being applied to her chest, the rhythmic beeping of the machine filling th
Chapter 104.For a moment, I felt the slightest movement in her hand. I shot up, my heart pounding in my chest. Was it my imagination? Had I just imagined it?I held my breath, watching her intently. And then I saw it again, her finger twitching ever so slightly. I felt a rush of hope, of renewed energy. Could it be? Was she waking up? I waited, my heart in my throat, my hands shaking.But the moment passed, and Ivery remained still. I waited, watching for any signs of movement, for any indication that she was coming back to me. But an hour passed, then two, and she didn't move again. My heart sank, my hope fading. I felt defeated like the wind had been knocked out of me. I slumped back in my chair, feeling the tears come again. I had been so close, and yet so far.Just when I was about to give up, I saw it. Ivery's middle finger twitched, ever so slightly. It was the tiniest movement, but it was real.My heart leaped, my breath catching in my throat. This was it, this was the sign
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