All Chapters of The CEO And His Ex Contracted Wife : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ivery's POV. The two hours of shut-eye did the trick. I woke up feeling like a billion bucks, my body humming with renewed energy. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The air was crisp and fresh, and the birds were singing outside my window like a chorus of nature's finest vocalistsI strutted into the kitchen with purpose, my culinary senses tingling. I grabbed the sizzling steak from the pan, the savory aroma filling the room like a delicious symphony. The potatoes were perfectly roasted, their crispy skin glistening in the oven light. My mouth watered at the sight, and I could practically taste the salty, juicy goodness. It was like I was in a cooking show, and I was the star chef!I shook Franco from my mind like a bad case of static cling. I focused on the sizzle and crackle of the steak, the satisfying clank of utensils against the skillet, and the comf

Ivery's POV. As I sat there, transfixed by our gaze, a million thoughts flitted through my mind like fireflies at night. I could feel my heart racing, each beat pulsing in your ears like a drumbeat. My senses were heightened, every detail of Franco's face was suddenly crystal clear. The crease of his brow, the tilt of his lips, the glint in his eye. It was like time had slowed down, and we were both caught in a moment that felt like an eternity.“Well, it's not only your mentor that has that color of eyes, even my dad had the same color of eyes,” I lied. The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could even process what I was saying. The room seemed to spin around me, the air heavy with the weight of the confession. I saw a shock ripple across Franco's face, and I knew I'd blown it. It felt like the floor had just given way beneath me, my stomach dropping like an elevator without brakes.“Wow! You never told us,” Caden said. His voice was full of surprise and a little doubt. I f

Ivery's POV. My memories of the past loomed large, even though I had made peace with what had happened. But those experiences shaped me, and I couldn't deny their influence on the present. While forgiveness had provided closure, my history with him still colored my perspective, serving as a reference point for how far I had come and how much I'd grown.Franco's engagement created a whole new set of complications, and the possibility of a connection with the kids seemed like a distant dream. It was like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling and unsure of what to do next. The future suddenly felt murky and uncertain, and I struggled to make sense of it all. I had to be strategic. Spilling the beans to Franco felt like a recipe for chaos, and I wasn't about to stir that pot. No way, no how. I knew I needed to focus on myself and protect my mental well-being. So I kept my lips sealed, determined to create the calm I needed. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary.With a deep breath, I

Ivery's POV. Just when I thought I was in for a showdown, Diva burst out laughing, catching me completely off guard. My confusion only seemed to fuel her amusement, and she doubled over with mirth, tears streaming down her face. I just stood there, frozen in place, my mouth hanging open like a bewildered fish. What on earth was so funny? And why did I suddenly feel like the butt of a cosmic joke? As if things couldn't get any weirder, Diva suddenly pulled out an engagement ring and slipped it onto her finger, her eyes never leaving mine. It was like a slap to the face, a silent “ha-ha” that sent my head spinning. Was this some kind of twisted power play? A show of dominance? Or was she just messing with me for kicks? I was so confused and hurt that I could barely process what was happening.“See who is here, Franco's bed warmer,” she said, in a mocking tune. “Franco… bed warmer…?” I whispered, repeating her words. Feeling like I'd just been slapped with a wet fish. I stood ther

Diva's POV. As I arrived at Franco's mansion, I darted through the grand foyer, barely acknowledging the nervous curtsies of the maids as I passed. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel a sense of urgency pulsing through my veins. I felt like I was on a mission, driven by some invisible force, and nothing could stop me now.I practically flew through the mansion, my feet a blur as I navigated the winding hallways and grand rooms. I was moving with speed and determination that would make an Olympian sprinter look like a sloth. If someone were chasing me, they'd have had a heck of a time catching up – I was a one-woman whirlwind!Just as I reached the entrance to Franco's room, a petite maid appeared out of nowhere, like a tiny but determined roadblock. She stood firm, her hands planted on her hips and her face set in a steely expression. I groaned inwardly – of all the times to be interrupted! I wondered what she wanted, but I knew I had to find out, no matter how impatien