Ivery's POV.Our eyes met as I stood in the doorway. His gaze was intense, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I held his gaze for a moment, but then his eyes began to drift, moving over my body. I felt myself blush, and I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. I straightened my back, standing tall and proud as I approached him. I wouldn't let him intimidate me, no matter how powerful he was.I forced myself to look him directly in the eye, refusing to back down. I could see a flicker of surprise in his expression, but he quickly composed himself. “I'm through with the work,” I said, placing the file on his desk with a firm thud.I noticed his eyes flicker down to the file, and then back up to me. I could tell he was trying to maintain his composure, but I could also see a hint of annoyance behind his facade.I stood there, waiting for him to say something. But he just stared at me, his expression unreadable. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, feeling the tension
Ivery's POV.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his phone light up. I couldn't help but glance at the screen, and I noticed that the caller was Diva, which made me jealous.It felt like a fire, burning in my chest, eating away at my insides. My heart is pounding, my stomach is in knots, and I can't think straight. I felt like I was going to explode like I couldn't contain all the emotions swirling around inside of me. I began to kiss him harder to distract him, Go ahead and call me selfish, I don't care. I know it's not the most noble of emotions, but it's how I feel.I can't help it. I know it's wrong, and I know I should be happy for them, but I just can't. I want Franco right now and no one can stop me, not even Diva.As he kissed back he dropped me at the desk while I used my left hand to off his phone, I didn't want any disturbance to occur again.He raised my skirt in no time, I couldn't believe I'm about to fuck Franco in his office.My heart rate skyrocketed as he slowly rem
Ivery's POV.The door flew open with a bang, and there she stood. Diva, looking as beautiful as ever, but with a look of confusion and concern on her face.Her eyes darted between me and Franco, trying to figure out what was going on.The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel the air crackling with electricity.Instantly, the concern on Diva's face was replaced by anger. Her eyes narrowed, and her brows furrowed.She looked directly at me as if seeing me for the first time. I could tell she was not happy about my presence, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.I knew I was in for it now, and I had no idea what to do. Diva took a step towards me, her eyes blazing with fury.“What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.“She came to deliver some work,” Franco spoke up, his voice firm and even. I felt a wave of gratitude towards him, for stepping in and taking the heat off me. “I wasn't talking to you,” Diva snapped, her tone sharp and biting.
Ivery's POV.The sound of my children's laughter roused me from my slumber. I opened my eyes, the morning sun streaming through my window. I stretched my arms above my head, and sat up in bed, still feeling a bit groggy.As I looked around my room, I saw my kids running around, their energy and excitement infectious. I couldn't help but smile, the stress of the previous day forgotten at that moment.“Good morning, Mama!” Caden exclaimed, his face lighting up when he saw me sitting up in bed.I smiled back at him, his joy contagious. “Good morning, Caden,” I said, my voice still a bit rough from sleep.“How did you sleep?” I asked, curious about his night. “Like a rock!” he replied, jumping up and down on the bed. “I had the best dreams!” I chuckled, amused by his enthusiasm.“I also had a good sleep, Mama!” Cassandra said, her sweet voice adding to the chorus. “Yes, Mummy Cassandra had a nice dream!” Celine added, his voice high-pitched and excited. I felt a sense of contentment w
Ivery's POV.The message read, “I know what you're up to. Watch your back.”My heart stopped, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had no idea who could have sent this message, but the implications were clear. Someone knew about my plan, and I had no idea how they had found out. I felt like my world was crashing down around me, and I didn't know how to fix it.My mind raced with possibilities, my eyes fixed on the screen. Could this be from Kaleb? Had he seen through my plan and decided to call me out on it? Or was it from Franco? Had he figured out what I was up to and was trying to put a stop to it?I tried to think back to any conversations I had had with either of them, any clues that they might have given me. But nothing stood out, and I was left feeling more confused than ever.Just then, I heard a sudden cry from my child, Cassandra. “Mummy!” She wailed, her tiny voice breaking through the air. I jumped up from the couch, my mind snapping back to the present moment. I rushe
Ivery's POV.I was greeted by a hug from Kaleb, but it was an awkward one. My arms were stiff, and I didn't seem comfortable. I pulled away from him, my heart sinking. This wasn't a good sign. I tried to keep the smile on my face, but it was starting to feel forced.I could feel the tension between us. It was like a thick, impenetrable wall, making it hard to breathe. I knew I had made things awkward, and I didn't know how to fix it. I stood there, not sure what to say or do. I felt like a deer in headlights, frozen and unsure of my next move.Kaleb looked at me and said, “How are you doing?” with a smile on his face.I knew I had to apologize for what happened the last time, to make things right. “I'm fine,” I said, my voice shaky. “And I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to make things that bad or embarrass you.” I took a deep breath, hoping he would understand. “It's okay,” he said, his voice soft and understanding. “I know you didn't mean anything by it.”“Thank you,”
Ivery's POV.“Calm down,” Kaleb said, his voice soft and reassuring. “You're going to make yourself sick if you keep going like this.” I nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to follow his advice.I took another sip of water, letting the cool liquid soothe my throat.“Thank you,” I said, feeling my body begin to relax. Kaleb just smiled, his eyes filled with concern. “You're welcome,” he said, his voice gentle.“Are you hungry?” Kaleb asked. “We can get something to eat, if you'd like.” I was about to say no, but my stomach let out a growl, betraying my hunger. I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.“I guess I am a little hungry,”I admitted, trying to keep my voice light.Kaleb just chuckled, his smile growing wider. “Let start going,” he said, smiling at me.I stood up, letting Kaleb take my hand as we walked out of the park and down the road. We didn't say a word, but the silence was comfortable, not awkward. It was almost as if we could communicate without words, as if we w
Ivery's POV.In front of me, in the middle of the living room, was Franco. He was playing with my kids, laughing and smiling as if nothing was wrong. My heart stopped, and I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was in a dream, like this couldn't be real. I felt my legs start to give way, and I reached out to steady myself against the wall. But even as I tried to make sense of what was happening, I knew that this was no dream. This was very, very real.“Mummy's back!” Caden said, running towards me. And as he did, I saw Franco's face change, his eyes narrowing, his lips turning down in a scowl.My kids came over to me, wrapping their arms around me, and I pulled them close, my heart pounding.I looked back at Franco, feeling a mix of fear and anger. What was he doing here? And why was he playing with my kids? I needed answers, and I needed them now.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice trembling. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by,” Franco said, his tone
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