Diva's POV.“Do you know where Franco is?” I asked his maid. She shook her head. “No, ma'am. He didn't tell us where he was going.” I was disappointed, but I tried not to show it. “Thank you,” I said, giving her a small smile. “You're welcome, Miss,” she replied, a polite smile on her face as she walked away. But then I stopped her, calling her back. “How long has Franco been gone?” I asked. “He's been gone since yesterday,” she replied. “He said he had some errands to run, and that he would be back soon.” But it was clear that he hadn't come back yet. My heart started to race, a feeling of unease settling in my stomach. Something wasn't right.I hurried upstairs to his room, pacing back and forth. I tried to call him, but he wouldn't pick up. I left several voicemails, my voice increasingly urgent. It was like he was deliberately ignoring me. I started to feel a sense of panic. What if something had happened to him? I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I w
Franco’s POV.Two weeks later.As Diva's health improved, she began showing up at my house with greater frequency, and it was beginning to wear on my patience. I could hear the bell ring and my heart would sink when I would see her at the door. She would barge in without even waiting for an invitation, and I would feel a wave of irritation wash over me. It was as if she had decided that my home was now hers as well, and it was grating on my nerves. I would grit my teeth and try to be polite, but it was getting harder and harder to maintain my composure.As I sat wondering what to do, I could not refute the fact that I was terrified to go home, so I settled on going to the park and spending more time.As I sat on the park bench, I looked up and saw someone I hadn't expected to see. It was none other than my childhood friend Owen.He was walking towards me, a look of surprise on his face. As they approached, my heart started to race and my mind was swirling with questions.“What are y
Ivery’s POV.I finished helping the kids with their assignments, and just as I was about to relax, I realized that I couldn't find my phone. “Where could it be?” I wondered aloud. I started searching for it, retracing my steps from the last time I remembered having it. I checked the kitchen, the living room, and even the bathroom, but no luck. In a last-ditch effort, I decided to check the kids' room. And there it was – my phone! I picked it up, relieved to have found it. But as I looked at the screen, I saw a message from Franco, which was odd because we had spoken not too long ago. I opened the message, my heart pounding in my chest. “Can you come over now,” the message read? I couldn't help but smile when I saw the message. Maybe Franco just needed some advice, or wanted to chat about something. I called him, but the call went straight to voicemail. I left a message, figuring that he must be in the shower or something. The image of his naked body was vivid in my body, I imagin
Diva’s POV.I pulled into the parking lot and sat in the car for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had come to see mom, only for us to end up having heated arguments. My head was spinning, and I just wanted to be alone. I ignored the greetings of my maid as I slowly walked to my room, my heart still pounding in my chest. I closed the door behind me and sank onto the bed, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted.I had decided to visit my mom earlier today and discussed my plans with her about my new plans. I was surprised by her reaction. “Be patient,” she said. “Everything will work out.” But I wasn't so sure. I was about to marry Franco, and this was not the way I had imagined things would go. I had expected him to be loving, caring and act like a real man.To be honest, he used to be like that for the public, but now he was far from that and that was ever since Ivery had appeared out of the blue.Franco loves Ivery so much, the way he l
Diva’s POV.I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear Ivery's voice until she spoke again. “I think I should get going,” she said, her voice shaking. It was then that I realized I had been imagining the whole scene – I had not hit her, and Franco had not slapped me. I was overcome with relief, and I took a deep breath to steady myself.“Why do you want to go now?” I said, my anger getting the better of me. “I thought you came here to seduce my boyfriend, so why are you leaving without accomplishing your mission?” Ivery’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. “That's not true!” she protested, her voice quivering. “What's not true?” I asked. “I'm not trying to seduce your boyfriend!” she insisted. "I'm just a friend! Please, you have to stop with all this nonsense.”“Then why are you here so late?” I countered, my anger building. I turned to Franco, who looked at me with a pained expression. “Please, Diva,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “Just stop. There's not
Ivery’s POV.“Won’t you go after her?” I asked Franco, a bit confused.“She'll be fine,” he said, his voice firm. “I would rather not be the cause of your problems,” I muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole situation. I felt like maybe I should not have come.He didn't respond to my comment, instead turning to face me and taking my hand. “Come, let's eat,” he said, pulling me toward the dining table. I felt a mix of emotions – embarrassment, gratitude, and a small glimmer of hope. Perhaps they will resolve their issues, After all, couples do fight. Are they couples? My subconscious asked me.We ate our meal in silence, but it was a comfortable kind of silence. The tension had eased, and it felt like the air had cleared. It was as if the argument had never happened, and we were just enjoying a quiet meal together.“Did you put on these clothes to seduce me,” he asked as his eyes ripped my clothes off.“ And what if?” I asked seductively.“I wouldn’t mind eating you rig
Ivery's POV.My eyes fluttered open as the sound of an alarm blared through the room. I tried to sit up, but something was holding me back. It took me a moment to realize that I was being held close by Franco, who was still fast asleep. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his embrace. I closed my eyes again, content to stay like this for a little while longer.The memories of last night flooded back in my memories and a smile crept into my face, which made my cheeks red. Do I love Franco? That I don't know, but do I want to keep having sex with him? Yes, I do. He is a sex God, Diva doesn't know how lucky she is.As I lay there in Franco's arms, my thoughts drifted to Diva. I wondered if she was still angry at him, or if she had managed to calm down. One thing I knew for sure was that she was mad at me, and I felt a little guilty about that. But I also knew that I had no control over her emotions, or my emotions. And that I couldn't force her to feel a cert
Ivery’s POV.Right in front of me, a horrifying sight met my eyes. My books were strewn across the floor, the pages of my files ripped and scattered like confetti. The electrical sockets were damaged and sparking. My office had been vandalized! At that moment, my blood ran cold. Someone had broken into my office and destroyed everything in sight. My mind raced as I tried to figure out who would do such a thing, and why.I forced myself to take a few shaky steps into the room and knelt to survey the damage. With trembling hands, I began to gather my files, my heart pounding as I examined the torn pages. I could barely make out the words on the sheets, but I could tell that this was my most recent work – weeks of effort, ruined instantly. My mind was racing, struggling to make sense of what had happened.Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was determined to be strong, but inside I felt like a dam about to burst. As I gathered the pieces of my work, I wondered how lo
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