Ivy was restless as she paced up and down in the bedroom. Morgan was the last person she was expecting to see or meet, not after what happened to her and the pain she put her through before she was forced to relocate to heal which was how she ended up with Tarquin.Ivy wanted to punch the wall or hit something to scream out the burning pain she was feeling. She had promised back then before relocating that when she next met Morgan, she would make sure she pulled off her hair but how can she do so now when Morgan had ended up being her sister-in-law.After the incident earlier, she had rushed back upstairs as Morgan's presence brought back all the memories she had been trying so hard to bury, and at the same time, she was afraid because of the expensive wine and glasses she shattered out of the shock of seeing Morgan, she knew Tarquin was mad, that was the reason why she had locked herself up, to sort herself and also stay away from his rage for the time being until she can be able to a
Tarquin stood beside Ivy as they entertained more guests. He had been trying to dodge this but he knew he could not, in order not to raise suspicions, he had to walk side by side with Ivy to welcome the guests and exchange pleasantries with some personalities, most importantly, he had to introduce Ivy as his wife to them.It was at least good that she appeared like a noblewoman of their class after being dressed as one which wouldn't raise questions among the guests in terms of where she is from and her family.Ivy who followed him, like a puppy following its owner, could hardly breathe properly. Tagging alongside him as he introduced her to people who cared to know was the longest she had been in his presence since they got married, she knew he had to do what he was doing, showing her a little affection as he tried smiling at her whenever he introduced her to people but deep down, Ivy knew he was being forced to act that way with her.She didn't even know he had forgiven her for what
The wedding party came to an end without it being ruined by anyone as Mrs Caroline had feared from the onset but there was a problem on Ivy's part; the woman she saw Tarquin kissing on the beach at the back of the hotel."Who was she?" She had been asking herself as she stared at them from a distance. Earlier on when she saw Tarquin leaving, she had an instinct to follow him without knowing the reason why she should do so.She knew that if he found out that she was following him, he would get mad and might hurt her. She didn't even know he had forgiven her yet for what she did but Ivy kept the trail and continued following him until she saw a female figure heading towards Tarquin's direction.Before the female figure could sight her, she hid, luckily, her wedding party gown was black so it wasn't hard for her to blend in the dark and hide so well.Ivy watched the female figure walk towards Tarquin and hug him from behind, the rays of the moon giving light to their surroundings.Ivy wan
"Ok, ma," Ivy replied and Mrs Caroline finally raised her head to smile at Ivy. "The maids have packed your pieces of luggage, you can leave now. I'll also take my leave." Mrs. Caroline informed. A bitter smile surfaced on Caroline's face but she gritted her teeth and tried to hide it. "Yes, ma," Ivy replied to Mrs. Caroline who began to leave the hotel. Ivy also followed the maid who began to lead her toward the parked car. Ivy got in after biding Mrs. Caroline goodbye She fell into deep thoughts thinking about what she'd do and how she would face the two siblings who were nothing but a bone stuck in her neck.Ivy and Tarquin are more like enemies than married couples while Morgan and Ivy are more of longtime enemies, how's she going to live in that house? "Madam, we have arrived here." The driver who was driving Ivy home suddenly announced which woke Ivy from her thoughts. "Okay," Ivy replied with a sigh and got down from the car. Her heart began to pound in fear. She didn't
Ivy frowned slightly and stared at the Tarquin and Emma, but none of them paid her attention even when she sat down. It was as if Tarquin and Emma didn't even see her."Good morning." Ivy decided to greet Tarquin since she and Tarquin weren't just ordinary strangers; they were now bound together by marriage. Tarquin finally raised his head after hearing Ivy's greeting. He stared at Ivy's face but after doing so, he lowered his head and didn't say anything. Ivy frowned at Tarquin's disrespect. Not only did he kick her out to sleep in the guest room, there was another woman in the house, and now he's even ignoring her greeting. "May I know who she's?" Ivy asked while staring at the both of them coldly. Emma finally raised her head and smirked evilly. Instead of replying to Ivy's question, Emma moved closer to Tarquin and placed a kiss on his cheeks boldly to flaunt her ownership. Ivy gasped at Emma's bold actions. She stood up and pointed at the two angrily. "How dare you...""How d
Tarquin got downstairs and wondered why he felt a sudden emotion when she cried and stood up for herself. It was quite insolent of her to talk back but he suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Guilt for treating her badly and bringing Emma to the house. She was right about one thing, he forced her into the marriage and the least he could do was respect her. Tarquin halted his steps, closed his eyes a little, and pondered on more of her words. Was he being too cruel to her? Was he acting out of proportion and becoming more like a monster? Those questions had never crossed his mind before but her reaction touched a part of him that had always been left frigid for a long time. He sighed and snapped his eyes open. He went downstairs and met with Emma and Morgan. "Did you teach her a lesson?" Morgan asked spitefully. She was waiting for more screams and loud tears but then it suddenly stopped. She was happy when Tarquin went upstairs to teach Ivy a good lesson but seeing the calm expression
"Tarquin, did anything happen between you and Ivy?" Emma asked softly while she stared at Tarquin who had just returned from his company. Ever since the episode with Ivy, Tarquin had begun to act strange; he had even scolded Morgan when she asked him questions, and that made her anxious.Emma had returned to the country because she wanted Tarquin to be hers, and she won't let a worthless slut like Ivy spoil her plan. Tarquin remembered Ivy's crying eyes in an instant, and it made his heart pang slightly in guilt. He shifted away from Emma's gaze and pretended that nothing was wrong. "What do you mean?" He replied calmly Emma's eyes flashed with hatred and her fist clenched in anger. She could see Tarquin's dodgy eyes which meant that something must have happened between them. She pretended to smile. "It's nothing. I just felt that you changed a lot and you've been quite down. Is it because Ivy challenged you? I think she really had no respect for you. Didn't you clarify in the cont
Ivy's face turned cold at Tarquin's words. If he didn't want to eat, he could have gone straight to the point. How can he be so rude? She took a deep breath and stubbornly disagreed. "I'm your wife, I have the right to care about you." She replied unhappily not wanting to lose to him. Tarquin's face turned cold. How can she talk to him so rudely?Emma scoffed. She kept on enjoying how Ivy was acting because in that way Tarquin would get fed up with Ivy, and he'd break up with her soon. "Contract wife you mean?" She ridiculed. Ivy's face flushed with embarrassment, but she stubbornly gave a reply. "Who gave a mistress the right to interrupt when the husband and wife are talking? Superstar Emma don't you have any shame? You're living in a couple's home, and you're instigating hatred between them, how wonderful are you!" Ivy chided. Emma's eyes widened in hatred. Her body trembled, and her hatred increased for Ivy. "You bitch!" Emma cried out."Talking about a mistress who's living in