All Chapters of The CEO And His Ex Contracted Wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Franco’s POV.I knew that getting Ivery to forgive me was going to be hard. I had hurt her deeply, and I knew that my words might not be enough to make things right. But I loved her more than anything, and I just wanted her to know how sorry I was. I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me, but the words wouldn't come. I felt like I was stuck, unable to express what was in my heart.I knew that pursuing a relationship with Blair would only make her life more complicated. As much as I loved her, I knew that we couldn't be together as long as Diva was still around. I can’t choose between both of them, and I couldn't bear the thought of her being unhappy. But at the same time, I was unable to let go of the feelings I had for her. It was a complicated and painful situation, with no easy answers. When Ivery had woken up from her coma, it had been the happiest day of my life. I was so relieved to see her eyes open, to hear her voice again. But that happiness had been short-lived,

Ivery’s POV.I noticed that Franco had removed his suit jacket and shirt, leaving him shirtless. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but admire his well-defined abs and muscular arms. I forced myself to focus on the matter at hand, reminding myself that I should stop staring. But it was hard not to be distracted by Franco's handsome physique. “Damn, how can one man be this handsome?” I thought to myself, unable to stop my mind from wandering. Franco picked up a black Apron and wrapped it around his body, accentuating his muscles even more. I tried to focus on the serious matter at hand, but my mind kept drifting back to Franco. I was having trouble concentrating, and I knew that I needed to get a grip on myself. I had to focus on the food I was preparing, and I couldn't afford to let myself be distracted.“Watch it!” Franco said to me, pointing to the pancake I was making. It was almost burnt, and he was trying to save me from ruining it. “Thank you,” I said, as I tried to se

Ivery's POV.I watched as he stood up from the table, still on the phone. He was visibly tense, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed. He paced back and forth, his voice low and urgent. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could tell it was something serious. My mind raced with questions and concerns. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I was afraid to interrupt. I felt powerless, unable to do anything but watch and wait.My kids had stopped eating, their eyes wide with concern. “What's wrong?” I asked them. “What's going on with Uncle Franco?” They looked at me with confusion and worry. I could tell they were concerned, but I would rather not alarm them. So I lied, “It's nothing, he's just on a business call.” I forced a smile, hoping they would believe me. But I could tell they were still uneasy.Cassandra looked at me with a probing gaze. “Is anything wrong with Uncle Franco's business?” she asked. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. “No, of course no

Ivery's POV.I kept running, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't stay here, not with all these emotions swirling around me. I needed to get away, to find some space to breathe. I didn't stop running until I was completely exhausted, my legs burning with exhaustion. As I tried to catch my breath, I stumbled and felt a hand on my arm. I looked up, and saw that it was Franco.“Why are you running away from me?” he asked, his voice full of worry.I tried to pull away from him, but he held on tight.“I need some space,” I said, my voice shaking. “Why, did someone say something to you,” he asked, his face etched with concern.“No one did,” I lied. I was tired of staying here or causing more troubles, as they assumed I just wanted to go.“Someone must have said something to you,” he said, his voice laced with concern. “I know Mrs. Diva doesn't like you.I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. “It's not just her,” I said, my voice trembling. “I feel like everyone is against me, like I

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