Semua Bab The Kingpin's Obsession: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1 “Is it here, is it here yet” Ivy screamed running down the stairs still in her pajamas “It's only seven in the morning Ivy, you need to stop screaming” mama said. “Yes mom” feeling guilty, Ivy stepped out of the house, walked to the mailbox, barefooted. Her smile dropped when she saw it was empty. Feeling dejected, she walked back to her room to get ready for the day. Ivy spent a month crafting the art she sent as her application to New York School of Art to perfection. It took her almost a week to figure out what she wanted to paint. When she finally did, she put out all her heart in it. The sleepless nights, the days she cried her eyes out. The painting was more than a painting to her, if she did not get in, Ivy had finally decided she would give up on art. Ivy turned eighteen last week and she felt there was a lot of pressure on her. Last week on her birthday, her father, Mr Queen had asked her what she wanted for her birthday. “Happy birthday to you love, you know h

Chapter 3 That early morning Cynthia woke up happy. She had the best night of her life after being handled well by Alex. She smiled as she sniffed his bedsheets again. Her smile dropped when, “ you're still here? Get up, leave.” Alex said harshly “I, I-I thought” “You thought what, just because we fucked a couple of times doesn't mean I want you around me, Cynthia leave” Cynthia leaves the room with hot tears dropping from her eyes. She wondered why he treated her that way when the sex was that good. There was a connection, couldn't he see it? She was determined to help him see it. Back at the New York School of Art, the orientation just ended. “Hey, excuse me.” Cynthia called out, students had begun to disperse. Tim and Ivy turned around. “Hi, I didn't get your name” “I didn't give it” Tim said rudely “It's Tim,Tim Rumble I am Ivy.” Ivy replied after feeling guilty for Tim's actions. “Tim Rumble, you mean Rumble as in the Rumble” Cynthia furrowed her brows as I nod. “Come

Chapter 5"Ivy," Tim said."Hey Tim," Ivy replied."When did you get back?""This morning. Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.""It's okay. You want me to make you breakfast?""I ate at the airport. I couldn't stomach any more classes; I need a high CGPA.""Sure, anything I could do to help.""Go get dressed; we're late already."After a long day, Ivy and Tim decided to grab dinner at one of the campus canteens. Today's classes were boring, according to Ivy, but the truth was, she was just exhausted. She didn't find joy in the things that brought her joy. Life seemed to be moving fast, and no one truly cared."What are you going to do about the company?" Tim asked."I sold it.""You're going to sell it? Dang! Your father must have really loved it. Don't worry, once I graduate, I'll make a lot of money and buy it for you." Ivy chuckled, which made Tim smile; it felt like ages since she last smiled."No, I already sold it. I took care of it before coming; I didn't want to be there anym

Chapter 7“I want her.” Ryan demanded“It’s good to see you again here, Sir Ryan.”“Yeah, yeah, I said I want her.”“Who? Let me go get Betty for you,” Mama replied.“No!! Her,” Ryan pointed. “The new girl.”“The new girl, you say?” she asked, as if shocked.“Oh, you’re serious. Well, would you look at that? I guess it’s her lucky day.”“Yes, I am, Mama. What’s her name?”“Natasha. She'll meet you in there in a minute.”“Tasha, get off that stage! Come with me!” Mama called, breaking Natasha off the trance she was in while dancing. Surprisingly, Ivy loved it. Ivy loved being Natasha. She had never felt so wanted and adored the way they wanted her tonight. This made her scared—scared that she would love it too much and wouldn't be able to leave.“There’s a very important man in the VIP section waiting for you. You have to be good, okay?” Mama warned.“B-but I thought you said n

Chapter 9 “A faceless woman? Would you look at that! And who do you think this woman is?” the professor asks, glancing at Tim. “Tell me what you feel, Miss Ivy.” “Uhmm...” Ivy, instead of defending her supposed painting, found herself staring at the painting beside her, which was Tim's. From afar, it looked like just a portrait of her, but closer inspection revealed the deep sadness in her eyes. How he was able to capture such intricate emotion in a painting was unbeknownst to her. Half of her face was smiling, while the other half was sad. It reminded her of herself. Side by side were the two paintings created by Tim; something told Ivy that the women in the paintings were her. Of course, the paintings were about her. “A faceless woman,” Ivy begins. “I painted this because I do—I—” “Did you paint this, Ivy?” “Of course I did.” “Then tell me about it.” “It's a woman who doesn't have a face because she doesn't know who she is. At night, she puts on one face, and by day, a