Mag-log inAfter her husband killed her son and divorced her because she is poor, Ivy becomes the Richest woman in the country but kept her identity a secret so that she'll make her Ex-husband pay for all the pains he caused her!
view more~Ivy Ethan and I hurried straight to the hospital. When we arrived, Lysander was no longer in his room. “Where is he, Doctor?” I asked anxiously. The doctor replied, “The patient was diagnosed with a stroke. He can’t walk or move properly. He’s being transferred to a larger hospital in the UK. I’m sure he’ll be okay.” Ethan pressed further. “Where is he now, Doc?” “The patient should be at the airport. His flight is scheduled to leave by 3 PM. He’s been waiting for someone named Ivy, but he had to leave—he couldn’t risk missing his flight.” I barely listened to the rest before checking the time. 2:35 PM. The drive to the airport would take nearly thirty minutes. I didn’t waste a second—I had to see him one last time, to show him my gratitude for taking the bullet for me. Ethan and I sped off, determined to catch him before he left the country. Luck was on our side; we arrived just as Lysander was about to board the plane. “Xander!” I called, my voice carrying across the bust
~IvyThey say love is sweet. They say love is bitter. They say love is destructive. But I believe love is both life and death—it all depends on how you embrace it.Because love found me, and love saved me. Without love, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.Today marks two weeks since Cameil was buried and two weeks since Lysander fell into a coma. He didn’t die; he was still alive. And today, for the first time in a long while, I get to be happy.Today, I am marrying the love of my life—Ethan Morale. We’ve been through so much together, and now, standing here, I know we will face everything as one.Ethan’s hand gripped mine as we stood before the altar.“Miss Ivy Rebecca Moore,” the priest began, “do you accept Ethan Alexander Morale as the love of your life, to stay strong through thick and thin, and to be together until death do you part?”I smiled at Ethan and nodded. “Yes, I do.”Then it was his turn. “Mr. Ethan Alexander Morale, do you accept Miss Ivy Rebecca Moore as the love of
{Cameil}I couldn’t believe what I had done. I couldn’t believe I had shot him—my Lysander, my everything.No…I screamed, a raw, jagged sound that echoed in the room. My eyes caught Ivy, squatting at Lysander’s side, panic etched across her face.“Are you okay? Don’t close your eyes, Lysander! Don’t close your eyes!” she pleaded, her voice trembling.But I couldn’t hear her anymore. All I could feel was rage, all-consuming and burning.“This is all your fault, Ivy! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!” I shouted, my breath shaky but my hands steady, gripping the gun with lethal intent.I wanted one thing now: to make it crystal clear to everyone, to prove I would not be the loser in this. Lysander lay on the floor—I didn’t know if he was alive or dead—but that didn’t matter. My focus was clear. I had to finish what I started: Ivy had to die.I forced myself to stand tall, positioning the gun directly at her.“You started all of this, Ivy. You deserve more than just a bullet. You h
{Cameil}Seeing Asmita collapse to the floor, blood spilling from her mouth, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction—but it wasn’t enough. The person I truly wanted dead was Ivy.When I pulled the trigger, Asmita had rushed forward in front of her, taking the bullet meant for Ivy. She fell lifelessly to the floor.A hush fell over everyone. Fear froze them in place, but I hadn’t achieved what I wanted. Ivy’s life was still in front of me, mocking me.I reloaded, my hands steady despite the chaos around me, and aimed at Ivy.“I already made it clear to you before, Ivy,” I hissed, my voice low and deadly. “If I am to go down, then you are going down along with me. You must DIE! And I don’t give a fuck how it happens!”I was about to pull the trigger when Ethan’s voice cut sharply through my focus.“You are running mad, Cameil. Just drop the damn gun, right now!”In a flash of anger, I swung the gun from Ivy and pointed it at him instead.“Don’t annoy me, Lysander! One more step and you w
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