Novels by Ivy_Winters

(Pamela)..3 Days Before The Court Marriage ..I LET OUT a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Erik lets out a small whimper, and it seems like he senses the tension in the room too. I press a kiss to his head and walk us over to the bed where I gently lay him down beside me.“Great,” I whisper. “Day one and the butler is already issuing me a warning.”The silence stretches in thick voids around us. I turn to face him. “Do you think I'm doing the right thing? Would Anna be proud of my choices?”In response, Erik squirms against me until I hand him a rattle from one of the nearby boxes. The moment he grabs it, he breaks into a gummy smile.I can’t help but smile too. “At least you’re happy.”The door to the bedroom suddenly opens and one of the maids pokes her head I'm. She looked around Anna’s age, nineteen, and she was fair and beautiful. I instantly take a liking to her.“Good afternoon, ma'am,” She greeted warmly. “Would you mind if I set up the bath for you?”“Eh … sure!”

(Pamela)..3 Days Before The Court Marriage ..IT WAS EIGHT A.M on a Saturday morning when I finally woke up to the Movers waiting at the door of my apartment.“Good morning, ma'am,” One of them greeted politely. “We are here on Mr. Massimo’s orders to move your things.”“Oh,” I hold the door wide open even though I was still in my pajamas. “Come on in.”I watched as they entered into the apartment and within an hour, all of my belongings and personal effects were being packed into large boxes.My phone rang almost immediately. “Good morning,” It was Massimo.“Good morning,” I greeted groggily. “My driver will be coming over to pick you and Erik this afternoon. Are the Movers packing your stuff yet?”“Yes, they are,” I headed into the bedroom where Erik was now wide awake and kicking at the air in his little cot. “Awesome. I'm in the office right now but I'll meet you at home when I return.” He remarks in that deep guttural voice of his.I'm tempted to swoon over his voice whe

(Pamela)..THE RIDE BACK HOME IS TENSE.I can feel Massimo sneaking glances at me from time to time but I dare not return the favor. I'm still not over the fact that yesterday I was quite single and today, I'm a legally married woman…all in a span of twenty-four hours.My eyes fall on the stunning silver ring now fitted on my ring ringer. I reach out and begin to trace the band which is decorated with a row of small sparkling diamonds that catches the sunlight at every corner. I don’t need anyone to tell me that this costs a fortune.Seriously, Massimo needs to tone down on purchasing very expensive rings that serve no real purpose. The silence of the car is immediately cut short by the shrieking ringtone of Massimo’s IPhone sitting on the dashboard-mount between us. He reaches out slowly to pick up the phone. “Excuse me,” he says.For the next few minutes, he speaks into the cellphone in that strange language he'd used on the plane, which I'm now beginning to suspect is Greek…or

(Pamela)..I AM NOW A MARRIED WOMAN.I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the realisation that not only am I married, I'll have to deal with a whole new life for two solid years.On the bright side, I'll be financially compensated for all the troubles and by the time the two years is up, I'll be set for life. I already got started out with a black card and a monthly allowance. I just need to stick through till the end.When the court wedding ends and I'm done signing the signatures, I look over at Massimo to see his reaction. He looks completely indifferent, almost as if all this hassle is nothing.His publicist, Veronica, bounds over to us, her lips stretching into a wild smile. “Congratulations, you two,” She started out. “That was beautiful to watch.”Beautiful doesn’t even come close to how I'm feeling inside. I feel like a wreck. Like I'm making a terrible mistake and it's too late to right all the wrongs.How is it possible that I feel this way, despite all the benefits at

(Massimo)..I WAIT PATIENTLY by the car, for Pamela to come outside.By this time, my phone is already blowing up with messages and calls. I guess it's not every day a mam of my caliber decides to get married again.In my family, it's a tradition to only marry once. The only exception, of course, is if you lose your spouse through death. That's one of the reasons my mother didn't take it too kindly with Pamela when she first met her. Not that it's her fault or anyone else's for that matter.“Massimo,” Kal's voice reaches me next after the last phone call from a business associate. “I wish you all the best today, brother. Happy married life.”“Save it,” I respond a bit harshly. Need I remind him whose fault this is in the first place? “How's everything going over there?”“We're still on the lookout for Marco,” he answers solemnly.“So … nothing?”“As of now, yes,” he says. “But I promise that before the month ends, we'll come up with something.”“Okay —” Before I can complete my sen

(Massimo)..THE DAY I NEVER THOUGHT WOULD COME is finally here.If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be remarrying and not just to anyone but the same woman who made my life a living hell at some point, I would have found it hard to believe. In two hours, we'll be headed to the court house where a brief ceremony will take place. There's an ache in the pit of my stomach that I can't even describe, but one thing is certain: my life wouldn't be the same anymore. Not after this marriage. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and the memories keep flooding back, almost as if it had happened yesterday rather than five years prior.One is of me adjusting the cufflinks of my suit and Elsa frowning behind me and complaining about my tie not being straight. “It looks completely lopsided,” she pouted, her arms crossed like a strict mother hen. “You should look perfect while meeting with your international clients, honey.”“Darling, it's okay,” I chuckled as I adjusted said