Franco's POV. I've been feeling so much guilt since that day, and I know I was in the wrong. I tried to apologize, but she wouldn't listen. I don't know what else to do. I don't know how to make things right again. I can't stop thinking about what happened, and I just want to be forgiven. But I know I don't deserve it, and I'm uncertain if I ever will be.I lay awake at night, tossing and turning, wondering how to make things right. I feel like I'm stuck in a hole, with no way out.I heard a sound from the sitting room, and I quickly got up and went to the window. I looked out, and to my surprise, I saw Ivery sneaking out of the house. I was confused, and my heart started to race. What was she doing? I wanted to call out to her, to stop her, but I found myself frozen in place. I watched as she disappeared into the night, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.Ivery had been acting strange lately, and I couldn't help but feel concerned. She had been sneaking out during the
Franco's POV. The paparazzi cameras started flashing as the reporters surrounded me, asking questions one after the other. “Mr. Franco, we heard your marriage is fake. Can you comment?” one reporter asked. “Why did you lie to us?” another demanded. I stood there, overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of questions. I didn't know what to say, didn't know how to respond. The reporters kept asking questions, their voices blurring together. I felt like I was drowning like I was suffocating. I was trapped, with no way out.I turned to my bodyguard, my voice barely a whisper. “Clear the crowd,” I said, my eyes pleading. He nodded and began to push through the crowd, clearing a path for me. I walked away, my head down, trying to escape the paparazzi. I could hear them shouting questions at me, but I blocked them out, my mind in a fog. I felt like a failure. I entered my room and locked the door behind me, afraid of anyone intruding. I slid down the wall, landing on the floor with a thud
Ivery's POV. As I walked down the street, tears streamed down my face. The wind blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and the taste of salt in the air. I was lost, I had no idea where I was. I was stranded, alone in the darkness. I could try to walk to my mother's house, but it was so far away, and I was already so tired. And I couldn't take the car because it belonged to Franco. I regretted ever getting involved with Franco, ever letting him take control of my life. I felt like a fool like I had made the biggest mistake of my life. And now, I was paying the price, lost and scared, with nowhere to turn. I sank to the ground, my knees giving out beneath me. I buried my head in my hands, and I cried.I let out a scream, the scream that tore from my throat was primal, raw, and full of pain. I felt like I was suffocating like the world was closing in on me. Why did everything have to be so hard? Why did I have to face so many challenges? It felt like
Ivery's POV. I stepped out of the room into the hallway, only to find my mother chatting with the maid. I froze, not sure what to do. “Hey,” I said, my voice warm and inviting. But then, she looked up and saw me standing there, and her face was a mask of surprise. “I wasn't expecting you,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Yeah, I came early this morning,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “Where were you?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “Oh, I was just out for a morning jog,” she said, smiling. “I'm surprised you're here this early.”The silence that followed hung heavy in the air.“It seems like you're dressed for something,” she said, her eyes searching mine. “Uhhh,” I said, stumbling over my words. I didn't know what to say, didn't know how to explain where I was going. I knew that she would ask questions, and I didn't know if I was ready to answer them. But before I could say anything else, she spoke again. “Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice full of con
Ivery's POV. As I made my way home, I prayed that my mother would agree to come with me. I prayed that she would understand my need to leave, to start over somewhere new. My mother could be headstrong, I knew that. She could be stubborn, and I knew that it might be hard to convince her to come with me. I knew that she might argue with me, might try to talk me out of it. But I also knew that she loved me and that she would do anything for me. I hoped that she would understand, that she would see the need for us to leave. But even if she didn't, I knew that I had to try. I finally made it to my mother's house, and I stood on the doorstep, taking a deep breath. I closed my eyes and then knocked on the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I waited, the seconds feeling like hours. Then, I heard footsteps, and the door opened. My mother stood before me, her eyes wide with surprise. “I was not expecting you to be back this early ?” she asked, her voice full of concern.“What I went to do
Ivery's POV. My mom cleared her throat, breaking the silence that engulfed us, as she spoke. “I know that leaving the country isn't easy, and it will take a lot of money to start over again, and we don't have such an amount,” my mother said, her voice calm and measured. “I saved a lot of money from the contract, we can use it to start all over again,” I told my mom, hoping she would understand. “I have to say, I'm impressed that you've saved up such a large amount of money from your contract. That's responsible of you.” She paused, her eyes soft and understanding. “I just want to make sure that you're not making this decision in haste. Are you certain this is what you want to do?” She asked me as she looked me in the eyes. “Yes Mom, I want to do this,” I said smiling. “It's fine, I will move with you.” Mom said as she hugged me. “Everything will be fine,” she whispered to me. My mother went inside to start packing, while I opened my laptop and began to book our plane tickets.
Ivery's POV. Six years later. As my eyes fluttered open, I was blinded by the bright sunlight that was streaming through the window. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move, my limbs refusing to cooperate. My head was pounding, and I felt like I had been hit by a truck. As my vision cleared, I saw Cassandra lying beside me, her face pale and drawn. And then I saw Caden, his hand clutching mine. I carefully pushed myself into a sitting position, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake the children. As I looked around the room, my eyes landed on Celine, who was sleeping peacefully at the edge of the room. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that he was safe and sound.My kids were always such sound sleepers, but they always seemed to sleep even more soundly on weekends. It was almost as if they knew it was the weekend, and they wanted to make the most of it by catching up on their sleep. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about how blessed I was to have them in my lif
Ivery's POV. The moment Franco's face appeared on the screen, the kids were overjoyed. They squealed with delight and started jumping up and down as if they were meeting their hero in person. “It's Franco!” they exclaimed, clapping their hands and bouncing up and down in their seats. “We love you, Franco!” they called out, their voices full of excitement. I couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm. They were thrilled to see their favorite mentor on the screen.It was clear that the kids had developed a deep affection for Franco, even though they had no idea that he was their biological father.When the kids were three years old, they started asking questions about their father. They wanted to know who he was, and why they didn't see him. I knew I couldn't tell them the truth, so I told them that their father had passed away. It was a lie, but it was the best I could do at the moment. They accepted the answer unquestionably, and I was relieved that they didn't push the issue fur
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