All Chapters of Married To My Ex Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Ivy cursed silently, her eyes widening in horror. Her mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of the stranger to be mindful of her disguise. Now her hood had slipped off, her identity exposed. "I messed up," I muttered, sighing in frustration as the girls bombarded her with excited questions. "Are you really Ivy, the movie star?" one of them squealed, her voice piercing the air as she bounced up and down. "Oh my god, I love your movies!" another fan exclaimed. Ivy's face burned with embarrassment as she hastily tried to adjust her disguise, but it was too late. The damage was done. "Can I get a selfie with you?" a third girl asked, already posing beside Ivy. Ivy was so tempted to roll her eyes. Why ask now when most of them had already taken her photo without asking for her permission? The girl shifted closer, ready to tap on the camera, but Ivy quickly pulled away. "No, no, no," she protested, attempting to ward off the enthusiastic fans, but they swarmed her, cameras

Zack could feel the bed sheets ruffle as Ivy turned in her sleep. It had been like that for the past few minutes, and it was causing him concern. He tossed around only to find Ivy in a different condition. She was dragging the sheets, her eyes closed, her body squirming as she twisted back and forth. "Ivy, Ivy!" he called, cupping her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered open, and a single tear strayed down her cheek. Zack was taken aback for a split second before holding her close, burying her face inside his chest. "Are you okay?" he whispered, stroking her back as he kissed her hair. "I'm sorry I disturbed you," Ivy's voice came out weak and almost inaudible as she nestled deeper into his chest. "It's alright; it's just a nightmare," Zack whispered in her ear, gently lifting her face. Ivy wiped the tear from her eyes and pulled away from Zack's embrace. Leaning on the pillow, she looked away, still reeling from what she had seen. "It wasn't just a nightmare; it's a reoccurrence of the past

Zack crossed his arms, staring deeply at her without responding. After what seemed like forever in silence, he finally spoke up. "Alright, I won't stop you; it won't hurt to gift our deceased loved ones flowers once in a while." Ivy's smile widened as she stood up and enveloped him in a tight hug. "You're right. For the last time though...." She paused her expression sombre. "it's my mother's death anniversary; I just recalled this morning," she whispered and shut her eyes, enjoying the warm embrace. "Don't cry yourself out," Zack teased, stroking her back gently. "I certainly won't," Ivy shot back, her voice laced with determination. "Not anymore." A few seconds passed before she released him from her grip and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Goodbye. I know I won't meet you when I get back." "You will," Zack replied almost abruptly, brushing his lips against hers as he wrapped his hand around her waist. "I have something to do today, so I'll be home by noon." He added and

Ivy hopped into her car, shutting the door behind her and effectively blocking out the tension-filled encounter with Irene. She didn't intend to give Irene's words another thought her sister wasn't a threat, not anymore. Ivy's confidence and newfound resilience had rendered Irene's venomous words powerless. "Get me out of here," she told the driver, her voice firm but calm. As the car pulled away from the curb, Ivy reached into her purse and retrieved her phone. She checked the time, only to find several missed calls registered on the screen. Her brow furrowed as she scrolled through the list, her eyes narrowing at an unfamiliar number. She frowned, trying to recall if she had saved the number or if it was a wrong dial. The area code looked familiar, but the prefix didn't ring a bell. "Who could this be?" she muttered to herself, attempting to dial the number, but a text came in. *I am in the city. Call me immediately you see this message.* Now more confusion. Ivy just s

Roy's voice was laced with skepticism, his eyes narrowing. "We both saw him blow up in that explosion, Zack. What makes you think he'd still be alive?" Zack's jaw clenched, his gaze unwavering. "I know what I saw old man. And I know what I felt. He looks just like him, and I want to find out." Roy raised an eyebrow, incredulity etched on his face. He couldn't bring himself to back out of the argument because he strongly believed that it wasn't in any way possible. "The explosion was catastrophic. No one could've survived. Whoever you saw was playing for a fool, perhaps an impostor—" "I want to believe that," Zack interrupted him, jamming the locker, the impact echoing through the room. "I really want to believe that and no matter how I tried to be in denial; I couldn't." He said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He then looked away, his expression turning thoughtful. "I wanted to believe he was an imposter, but his behavior, his voice, had to be him. Initially, I had been fooling