As time halted for the duo, they stared at each other for a long time, unblinkingly. Angelina was bored of looking at the lovebirds, she clapped her hands, jerking them out of the lalala mood. "Okay! Enough of the eyes contest. How is my new design?" She asked, beaming and revealing the shape of her cheekbones. "Er... I... She... Nice... Nice!" He awkwardly replied. Angelina hissed and hit the back of his head. "Idiot! You are still as dry as ever. I wonder how she fell in love with you,"Dillon touched the back of his head and glared at her. Angelina shone her teeth and stuck her tongue out.Ivy chuckled silently, the two pals seemed like teens. And Angelina? She knows how to force words out of Dillon's mouth.Ivy inspected herself in the full-length mirror in the workshop. For a second, she didn't believe she was the one in the mirror. Everyone is Cinderella, we only need a princess dress and a prince like Dillon. The dress revealed her hourglass shape. No wonder Dillon
Ivy Hughes The way the force pushed me to the ground, it was easy to detect the bumping was intentional. I was irritated. I quickly got up with gritted teeth, ready to blast whosoever was the perpetrator. "Are you.....," I spoke up but was cut short by Mirabel's voice. "Awww, Darling. I am so sorry. I didn't see you coming,"She said smilingly. I sneered inwardly and shook my head. "Then you must be blind,"My response got her all worked up and she dashed toward me. I didn't flinch. "Repeat that and I will show you what I am made of," She threatened, pointing a finger at me and poking my nose. I chuckled and clapped. "Let me see you try,"She must think I am some weak girl because I have been quiet. I didn't say anything because I was feeling bad for her, I thought I ruined her relationship because I got married to Dillon. But it wasn't as I thought. Dillon never valued her.She lifted her hand to hit my face, however, I grasped her hand, preventing her from slapping m
Dillon Long She wasn't done washing up when I stepped into her bedroom for the umpteenth moment. I found it wary and banged on the bathroom door several times but there was no response. I yelled her name, yet, there wasn't any sound.Instantly, my body turned cold and I didn't need to be told that Ivy was in trouble. I struggled to open the door. It was futile.Without thinking, I kicked the door open. As soon as I strolled in, I saw her lying lifeless under the bathtub. My steps halted and I took a step back out of shock. It took me a bit before I could finally regain my senses. "Ivy!" I weakly called, rushed to where she was lying, and took her out of the bathtub.Her skin had turned pale and whitish and her body had become cold. My heart tightened at the possibility that I might lose her. I rushed downstairs, hopped into the car, and drove off like a crazy man. I didn't obey any of the traffic rules and I don't mind paying a huge sum for the penalty. The only thing I couldn'
Narrator After a few weeks Ivy was discharged from the hospital and was already hale enough to resume production. Despite her disapproval, Dillon insisted that Ezekiel take her to the location. She stopped Ezekiel at the nearest bus stop to the location and got out of the car.Ezekiel gave her a questioning look. "I don't want to intimidate others with this expensive car," She chuckled slyly. Ezekiel could only nod and he drove off.Ivy heaved, adjusted her dress, and walked to the location.She came earlier this time around and the new director was already expecting her. The director's face lit up as soon as she saw her and rushed towards her. "Welcome, Madam," The director meekly greeted. The attitude made Ivy awkward and she humbly requested, "Please, behave like you don't know my relationship with President Dillon,"She grinned sheepishly.The director nodded and agreed with her. The director clapped her hands and ordered the first scene to begin.Just as they were a
The Next DayIvy just finished eating breakfast when Kayla rushed downstairs with her phone. "See what I found on the internet,"She threw the phone at Ivy and she quickly caught it. She threw her a questioning glance, Kayla widened her eyes and signaled to her to look at the phone. Ivy sighed and lowered her head to skim through the phone. She sprang up as soon as she peeked at the phone. "What!" "These people are despicable and desperate," Kayla chipped in. She sat on the dining seat and gobbled up three pies while glimpsing at her perplexed sister. "This is crazy,"Ivy muttered blankly. She was staring at nowhere in particular. Kayla nodded with a bloated mouth, "Very crazy," She struggled to say with the pies in her mouth. She had woken up to scroll through the internet and the news she logged in to was her sister's news. The headline was, "A NEWBIE THREATENED TO KILL OUR DRAMA DOLL, MIRABEL" And under the post was the video of the scenes from the previous day, where t
Dillon was not in sight when Ivy stepped into the house. Mrs. Smith was mopping the tiles when she got to the living room.She halted her actions and raised her head properly, to greet Ivy. "Welcome, madam," She beamed, wiping an imaginary perspiration from her forehead. "Mrs. Smith! What are we having for breakfast tonight?" Ivy pelted her bag onto the couch. She placed her hands on her small waist while standing behind the stairs. The male lead had been changed by the time she got to the production location. Nobody can blame her for making Ryan lose his opportunity of working in a big production. At least, she gave her the chance but his pettiness got in his way.Mrs. Smith wanted to say something, yet, she hit herself, reprimanding herself for being so forward. "Mr. Dillon wouldn't like it," She mumbled and Ivy asked, "Did I hear you say something?"She let out an uneasy giggle while shaking her head negatively. She picked the mop up and headed towards the kitchen, hu
Ivy I pushed him to the wall when he professed his feelings to me. A heavy smack landed on his cheeks before he could respond. My stomach tinged with happiness when I heard his confession. Secretly, I have been having some strange feelings lately. My heart would skip whenever he smiled at me and butterflies surged in my belly whenever he touched me. At first, I thought I was infected with some strange sickness but Kayla made me understand I was beginning to fall for Dillon. Why did he take him so long before he confessed his feelings? The slap I gave him was for making me endure my emotions for him for so long. "That's for not speaking on time," I muttered and pressed my lips against his. All my actions were too swift and it took him a long time to kiss me back. Maybe, he didn't think I could fall in love with him.I squeezed his arm, notifying him to kiss me back, he got my hint and he responded, kissing me hungrily as if he had been starved of it.My arms encircled his neck while
Ivy The room didn't look like Dillon's mansion. I scrutinized the whole place, it was a glass house. There was a deep blue sea in front of it and the blue sky did nothing but make it look as if I was in another world. I was captivated by the sight. How did I get here?" I rhetorically asked inwardly and opened the exit door. A swaying aroma wafted in my nose as I opened the door, absentmindedly, I trailed the scent to the kitchen. And there, I saw Dillon busy preparing breakfast. The sight was intriguing.He was wearing a blue apron on his bare chest. My stomach squirmed happily, not because of the food, but because of Dillon. He looked appetizing. "What! When did I start having these naughty thoughts," I secretly pinched myself. I rested my head on the door while looking at him. The sight was appealing and satisfying. I have heard men are more handsome when they are working, but Dillon looked like a mini-god when he was cooking.He caught me staring at home before I could hide behi