While she was still reeling from his confession, he continued to unsettle her even more."I know you remember me, teacher." His voice suddenly softened, carrying a strange gentleness. Luke spoke with a hint of nostalgia, "You remember that rebellious student from back then—the one who locked his teacher in the storage room."Ivy didn’t need to ask to know that Luke was reminiscing about the past—those reckless, impulsive, and defiant days of his youth.In that moment, memories surged back into her mind. Seven years had passed—not too short, yet not too long. Indeed, those were unforgettable times for both of them. As he had said, Luke saw it as an obsession. And an obsession was not something easily forgotten or abandoned.For her, Luke had left an indelible mark—he was that troublesome student who had done everything to drive her away, tormenting her in every possible way. That incident of locking her in the storage room had been a major turning point, a significant moment neither of
“What are you doing here at this hour?” she asked bluntly, her sharp tongue as relentless as ever. “Are you planning to join a ghostly procession, wandering the streets this late? Or are you sleepwalking?”Honestly, wouldn’t it have been better if he just got straight to the point from the start? All that thinking and overanalyzing led nowhere. What a waste of time and effort. Ryan was ridiculous—if he had something to say, why wait until someone asked? Didn’t he realize how much time he was wasting? Then again, maybe this was intentional, a way to gauge her reaction.Strangely enough, he didn’t seem the least bit annoyed by her sarcasm. Perhaps he had grown too accustomed to Ivy’s “charming” way of speaking.“Where were you?” he asked casually, changing the subject with an air of curiosity.“Where I go is none of your business. Why do you care? Do I need to report my whereabouts to you? Who do you think you are?” she shot back indifferently, deliberately doubling down in hopes of end
"Close the door."Ivy had barely stepped into the living room when he issued the command."Why?" she complained in annoyance. "Stop giving me ridiculous orders. I'm not your servant. If you want someone to wait on you, go home. Got it, Young Master?"Her feet came to an automatic halt as she glared at him—the man sitting leisurely on the sofa, legs crossed, exuding an air of authority."I just don't want anyone overhearing our conversation." Seeing her defiance, Ryan spoke calmly. "Besides, can't you just close the door while you're standing there? Hurry up."Again, that urgent tone, those domineering words. Did Ryan forget, or was he deliberately ignoring the basic courtesy of saying "please" when asking for a favor? He acted like the world revolved around him. Who could possibly tolerate someone like that?Rude. Always provoking others."No one's awake at this hour," Ivy snapped. "And even if they were, they wouldn't care. Are you doing something shady that you're so paranoid about?
Ivy’s pensive expression was seriously bothering him. Unable to bear the growing curiosity, he had to address it immediately to ease his mind."Ivy."He called out to her, but she remained still, lost in thought, as if she had completely forgotten his presence."Hey, did you hear me?"Seeing no response, he instinctively raised his voice."I'm not deaf, so don't shout."Ivy snapped out of her trance and gently reminded him. She was ready to hear what he had to say and didn’t want to drag things out any longer. Her tone was clear, serious, and straight to the point."Listen carefully. There’s nothing left for us to discuss. As you already know, I am not pregnant, and we never slept together. I'm sure you’ve figured that out by now, whether you learned it by accident or recalled it yourself—it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I have no interest in revisiting this topic, and I certainly won’t accept any apologies or gratitude from you. I saved you, and in return, I accidentally injur
Honestly, Ivy never imagined she would receive a confession from her troublesome and annoying boss. Didn’t he hate her? He had toyed with her, made things difficult for her time and time again. And now, he claimed that was love? Unbelievable. Childish. Completely ridiculous! A grown man acting so unrealistically, mimicking those overbearing CEOs from romance novels—where was his originality? Did he think she was one of those weak, damsel-in-distress female leads who spent their days whining and waiting to be rescued? He was gravely mistaken.And what was up with today, anyway? Was it some kind of confession day? First, Luke declared his love, and now Ryan was expressing his feelings? Good grief—what a headache! These two were throwing her thoughts into chaos. In the past, she had received confessions, but they never fazed her. She could reject people coldly and move on without a second thought. But this time, something felt different. An unfamiliar unease stirred in her chest, a disco
A sense of unease crept over Ivy, instinctively putting her on high alert. With every step Ryan took forward, she retreated, inching toward the emergency exit, trying to devise a strategic escape plan. But in her attempt to maneuver, she miscalculated her direction, and the wall behind her became an unexpected enemy, cutting off her path.Seizing the opportunity, Ryan immediately closed in, pressing both hands against the wall to cage her in. The space between them was so narrow that his warm breath brushed against her skin, intensifying the tension crackling in the air."Why did you respond to my kiss if it meant nothing to you?" His deep voice carried a hint of accusation, his sharp eyes scanning her every expression as if trying to decipher her thoughts.He was surprised—she remained unnervingly composed, showing no signs of flustered hesitation. Her calm demeanor unsettled him."You wanted to play around, so I simply did you a favor," Ivy retorted with a smirk, her words sharp des
No matter how much strength she put into it, Ivy still couldn't push Ryan away. This time was different from when they were in the office—perhaps back then, he had only been teasing her, which was why she could resist so easily. But tonight, he was serious, and when Ryan Blake wanted something, nothing could stop him.Mason had warned her, and yet, she hadn't believed him.Was it because Ryan Blake was just that strong, or had Ivy suddenly become weak? No one could say for sure. But what was undeniable was the battle waging within her—the struggle between her heart and her mind. She had to fight with all her might, while Ryan seemed entirely unaffected. He acted on instinct, driven by desire and raw need. And when a man was overcome by all three, he could easily lose his sense of reason, making self-control nearly impossible.How could she escape this mess? Ivy racked her brain for a solution. She knew she had to stay calm—any reckless action would only make things worse.Forcing hers
Once she was certain Ryan had left, Ivy could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The situation was becoming dangerous. If Ryan kept pursuing her like this, there would come a time when she wouldn’t be able to resist anymore. Just a little more earlier, and she would have lost the strength to fight against him. Luckily, he had chosen to stop before crossing the line. Truth be told, she had nearly given in to her natural desires and wished she had. But in the end, she managed to hold onto her limits. The strange sensation in her chest left her with a feeling of regret—regret that she hadn't surrendered to him. "That pain would be nothing compared to the heartbreak I’ll suffer later, when I love him and he abandons me," she muttered to herself, trying to hold onto her reasoning. Loving Ryan Blake seemed impossible to avoid, which was exactly why she had to struggle so hard to protect herself. Being with him felt eerily similar to the time she fell for Minh Trí. Before, she had neve
That night, in a dark corner behind the school, Luke was ambushed.He hadn’t seen it coming. No one had ever dared to lay a hand on him this way before. But tonight, the darkness became a hiding place for the cowardly.A metal rod swung up from behind. Luke only heard the whoosh of the air before a sharp pain hit the back of his head, blurring his vision.He collapsed to the ground, but before he could react, another punch landed hard in his side."Damn it..." Luke staggered, trying to stand, but was kicked violently in the chest.A shout echoed through the silence."Ivy..."His voice barely left his throat when a figure rushed toward him.Ivy.Without hesitation, she kicked the person who was about to strike Luke again. Her movement was quick and precise, causing the attacker to fall to the ground. The remaining attackers froze for a moment before realizing that, despite being a teacher, Ivy was not someone to be easily bullied.She grabbed Luke’s arm, helping him to his feet."Are y
After several failed attempts, Luke still didn't give up and was determined to get back at Ivy. Knowing she often went to the storage room after school to collect teaching materials, he came up with a plan to lock her inside and teach her a lesson.One late afternoon, as the sunset painted the sky red, Luke quietly followed Ivy. When she entered the storage room, he quickly moved to shut the door behind her. However, before he could do so, a strong push from behind made him stumble and fall inside the room. The door slammed shut behind him, and the sound of the lock clicking shut echoed coldly.In the dim light, Luke heard footsteps fading away and a soft giggle. He realized that someone else, possibly someone with a grudge against him, had played a prank on him."Who's there?" Ivy's voice called from the corner of the room, wary."It's me, Luke," he replied, trying to stay calm."What are you doing here?" Ivy asked, moving closer."I... I came to check if you fell into my trap," Luke
The cafeteria of the juvenile detention center was always noisy and bustling at lunchtime, filled with those who didn’t care about the rules. In the middle of the crowd, Luke and his group were mocking a weak boy, knocking his food tray to the ground.“Pick it up, or do you want me to help you lick it clean?” One of the guys sneered.The sound of cruel laughter echoed as the poor boy bent down to pick up the crumbs, his hands trembling in fear. His eyes were red, but he bit his lip tightly, trying not to let the tears fall. The crowd around them stood by, some with their arms crossed indifferently, some laughing mockingly, but no one spoke up to help. A few others looked away, as if afraid that if they interfered, they would become the next target.Ivy had just entered, and the scene immediately caught her eye. A surge of anger rose in her chest, making her grip her food tray tightly. She hated this kind of bullying—hated the silence of those who only watched. With a deep breath, she
Mason and Tegan officially became husband and wife after a journey that was anything but rushed. At first, their marriage was merely an arrangement, not born out of love. But instead of letting the distance between them grow, they chose to take the time to understand each other, little by little, day by day. What started as simple conversations became the threads that connected them, and even their disagreements helped them see each other more clearly. Love did not come from obligation but from the moments they shared—quiet yet profound.On their special day, beneath the soft glow of the sunset on the beach, they exchanged vows in the presence of family and friends—those who truly wished them happiness. Gentle waves kissed the shore like a soothing melody, and the ocean breeze carried the sound of joyful laughter. When Mason took Tegan’s hand, their eyes met, speaking volumes without words. This was no longer just an arranged marriage—it was a choice of the heart.…One gentle morning
Ryan sat silently in the large armchair in the spacious living room, his eyes unconsciously drifting over the family portraits hanging on the walls. They captured the glorious moments of his lineage—lavish parties, strategic handshakes. But no matter how many times he looked, he couldn’t find himself in any of them.The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts. His father, William, entered the room with his usual commanding presence. His face was stern, his sharp eyes fixed on Ryan. There was no need to guess—Ryan knew this conversation was inevitable."Ryan, you must understand that your marriage to Jena is not just a personal matter. It concerns the family's honor, the interests of the entire corporation," William’s deep voice carried weight with every word.Ryan lifted his head to meet his father’s gaze. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only a firm and unyielding determination. "I understand that very well. But I cannot marry someone I don’t love. I refuse to live a
Under the fading twilight, the soft melody from Ivy and Luke’s wedding still echoed behind, mingling with the laughter of the guests. But Zoe had no intention of staying any longer. This event had not gone the way she had hoped. Ivy had truly become Luke’s, and Ryan could do nothing but stand there, silently witnessing it all.Clenching her lips tightly, Zoe left the banquet in silence. She knew for certain that Ryan was drowning in despair and disappointment at that very moment. This was the perfect opportunity to approach him, to feign sympathy and understanding, and slowly make him forget Ivy and turn to her instead. If she was patient enough, she believed she could have Ryan.However, just as she stepped out of the wedding venue, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path. Zoe frowned as she recognized Mason."Get out of my way," she snapped, trying to sidestep him, but Mason stood firm like an immovable stone, his sharp eyes locking onto hers."Zoe, stop t
Amidst the whispers, the stares, and the uproar of a hall shaken by shocking news—her world suddenly fell silent.There was only him.Only his gaze.Only his words, reaching the deepest part of her heart."I'm an imperfect woman," Ivy confessed bravely."I'm also a man with many flaws," Luke responded immediately."I'm older than you," Ivy continued."I like mature women.""I can't have children.""I don't care where the children come from, as long as you're their mother.""You’re hopelessly stupid.""I love you, Ivy. Even if the whole world turns its back on you, I will still stand by your side. So, please, don't doubt my love."Luke gently tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes unwavering as he continued to pour out his heart."Ivy, please give me a chance," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't ask for anything more than to fill the emptiness in your heart. I know you've suffered too much, endured too many losses that have made you unwilling to love or trust anyone agai
As announced, the wedding between Luke and Ivy took place the following morning. Ryan had initially refused to attend, unable to accept the reality, but in the end, he relented under Mason’s reasoning and forced himself to be there.The wedding reception was held at one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city. The venue was dazzling, adorned with fresh flowers and bathed in the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. Everything had been arranged overnight, a testament to the immense power of Luke’s family.Guests dressed in extravagant attire raised their glasses in celebration, but behind their polite smiles, whispers spread like wildfire, igniting a wave of speculation.On the large screen in the center of the hall, a series of images appeared—photos of Ivy intimately interacting with various men. One showed her holding hands with a man at a café, another captured her linking arms with someone as they left a hotel, and one even depicted her embracing a stranger in the dark.The enti
Before leaving, she suddenly paused and turned back to glance at the table beside her—where Ryan still sat, the wine glass in his hand trembling slightly under the warm glow of the lights.She tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile gracing her lips, yet it carried an unmistakable hint of provocation."Oh, right, Ryan," she spoke slowly, her voice soft but laced with sharpness. "I’d like to invite you to my wedding tomorrow. After all, we used to know each other. It would feel incomplete without you there."Ryan tightened his grip on the glass, his knuckles turning white. His eyes darkened, as deep as an abyss, yet his face remained composed, forcing an air of indifference.Luke said nothing, merely pulling Ivy away with effortless ease.Zoe, sitting beside Ryan, sneered as she noticed his tense expression."What’s wrong? Didn’t you always claim you didn’t care about her anymore? Then why are you so mad? I’d bet Ivy did that just to get back at you.""Shut up."Ryan’s sudden outburst