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
Ivery's POV. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Should I answer? Ignore it? My heart was racing, my mind racing with questions. And then, the buzzing stopped. The moment was over, but the questions lingered.My phone rang again, the sound piercing the silence of the room. I knew I couldn't keep ignoring it, not when it was my mother calling. I took a deep breath and answered the call, trying to sound cheerful. “Hi, Mom!” I said, forcing a smile into my voice.“Hi, sweetie!” my mother said, her voice warm and loving. “How are you?”I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I'm doing okay,” I said, my voice faltering slightly. “I tried to call yesterday, but the network was bad,” I said, my heart sinking as I lied to my mother. “I called early this week, but no reply,” my mother said. I could feel the tinge of sadness in her voice. Oh no! I thought to myself, my stomach sinking. My mother was right – I had seen her missed calls, but I had been so caught up in my thoughts that
Ivery's POV. “Mrs. Franco?” the interviewer said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Are you alright?”I nodded, trying to put on a brave face. “I'm fine,” I said, hoping my voice didn't betray my anxiety.“How long have you guys known each other before marriage,” she asked, smiling. “We've known each other for five years,” Franco said, a smile playing on his lips. “We met in January, and we got married in February.”“ It was a whirlwind romance, but it's been the best decision of my life,” I added to what Franco said, smiling and feeling a little more relaxed.“Wow, that's a pretty short timeline,” the interviewer said, her eyebrows raised.Franco cleared his throat, looking a bit uncomfortable. “I don't believe in long-term courtship,” he said. “When you know, you know.” He looked at me, a soft smile on his face. “And I knew.” He leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and I felt my cheeks flush.The interviewer smiled at the display of affection, nodding her head. “I ha
Ivery's POV. “What I enjoy most about my marriage is the care,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “Knowing that I have someone like Franco, who will always be there for me, no matter what. Knowing that I can call on him, and he will come running to me, even if he is busy. It's a feeling of security and comfort that I can't put into words.” As I spoke, I could see the blush spreading across Franco's face, his expression betraying his embarrassment.The interviewer nodded, her expression thoughtful.“I would love to have a son just like him,” I said, watching as a grin spread across Franco's face. “Someone kind and caring, someone who always puts others before himself. Someone who is a true gentleman, with a heart of gold.” I winked at him, my words teasing.Franco laughed, shaking his head. “I'm flattered, but I'm uncertain if I'm up to the task of being a role model,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.“Don't be modest, Franco,” I said a playful grin on my face. ““W
Mr. Cameron's POV. The bitter wind blew through the trees, rattling the window panes. I pulled my blanket closer around me, huddling next to the fire. The embers glowed orange and red, casting flickering shadows across the room. Outside, the rain poured down in sheets, the thunder rumbling in the distance. The stormy weather made the night feel even colder, and I was glad for the warmth of the fire. As I sat there, I felt a sense of contentment and gratitude for the shelter I had.As I scrolled through my phone, I came across a headline that stopped me in my tracks. My heart started racing, and my hands began to shake as I read the words. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I couldn't stop my mind from racing. I tried to calm myself down, to tell myself it wasn't real, but I was unable to shake the feeling of dread that was creeping up on me.My heart sank as I read the news. Franco had always been so adamant about his single status, and the idea of him being married was alm
Ivery's POV. Sitting in my room, my thoughts racing, I felt like I was trapped. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me. I tried to take deep breaths, to calm myself down, but it was no use. Tears started to spill from my eyes, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I felt like I was losing control like I was falling apart. I needed to get out of there, I needed to do something, anything, to stop the feelings of panic and anxiety that were overtaking me.With no plan in mind, I rushed out of my room, tears streaming down my face. I stumbled down the stairs, not knowing where I was going, just desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere of my home. As I made my way out the front door, I could hear the guards calling out to me, but I couldn't respond. I just kept running, my feet carrying me away from the place that was suffocating me.I ran until my legs gave out, collapsing on the grass in front of the woods. I sat there, trying to catch my breath,
Franco's POV. I watched in horror as she ran to her room, her eyes wide with fear. I knew I had caused this and that my actions had led to her running away. I felt sick to my stomach, with regret, and guilt swirling around inside me. I wanted to call out to her, to apologize, but I knew it was too late. I had hurt her, and I didn't know how to make it right.I stood there, frozen in place, as the seconds ticked by. I couldn't move, couldn't think, as the realization of what I had done sank in.I could hear her sobs from the sitting room, each one like a knife in my heart. I couldn't bear to listen to her pain, knowing that I was the cause of it. I retreated to my office, trying to distract myself from work, but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was her, and the pain I had caused. I felt like a monster like I didn't deserve to call myself a friend. I sat at my desk, my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do next.I was startled out of my thoughts by a loud bang o
Franco's POV. I put my two fingers inside her pussy, thrusting her hard, Her moans filled the bathroom. I stopped when she whispered something in my ear, I could feel her warm breath on my skin. My curiosity took the best of me to see what she wanted to do, so I decided to obey. With her still, in my arms, she kept kissing me until I dropped her on my bed. “Take a seat,” she said, with a mischievous glint on her face. I was still curious about what she had to say.“Don't leave the seat,” she said. She sat opposite me, removing her panties, I looked at her, my eyes filled with lust. She threw her pants on my face, and I sniffed it, which made me more horny. I watched as she removed her clothes, now she was completely naked, her skin alluring. Slowly she spread her legs in front of me, her pussy visible, with a smile on her face, she cupped her breast with one of her hands, kneading her breast slowly at first, her light-brown nipples were hard. She took her other hand as she trail
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