LOGINTitle: My Motherâs Husband Isnât Supposed to Want Me Chapter 1 Ivory's POV The cab rolls to a stop outside the massive iron gates just as the sky bleeds into deep purple. I stare through the tinted window at the sprawling estate I swore Iâd never come crawling back to. My chest feels tight, like someoneâs squeezing my lungs until they burn. New York was supposed to be my fresh start, my big break in modeling, the endless parties, the influencer dream that was going to make me somebody. Instead it chewed me up, spat me out broke, humiliated, and completely shattered. Coming home feels like stepping straight into quicksand. Every second the tires crunch up the long driveway, I sink a little deeper. Why does this place still have the power to make me feel so small? Iâm twenty-three, not thirteen. Get it together, Ivory. Before I can even knock, the heavy front door swings open. Austin stands there, filling the frame like he owns the damn air around him. Crisp black shirt, sl
One and a half Year LaterIvyâs POVThe mansion is quiet⊠too quiet.And that usually means two things: either somethingâs broken, or my husband and our son are up to no good.Spoiler alert: itâs both.I round the corner into the sunken living roomâand there they are. My entire world. Chaos and charm wrapped in two very dangerous packages.Alexanderâs lying on his back on the massive velvet rug in nothing but gray sweats and smug satisfaction, while our one-year-old son climbs his chest like itâs a jungle gym. Heâs got Alexanderâs dark hair and my eyes, with this smirk thatâs definitely not innocent. His tiny hand tugs at his fatherâs chain, and the other is holding⊠oh my God.âIs thatââ I gasp. âDid he break your Rolex?!âAlexander lifts his head like heâs not even the slightest bit concerned. âTechnically, he dismantled it. Thatâs innovation.ââAlexander!âHe shrugs. âHeâs got good taste.ââOur son is chewing on a watch that costs more than my entire degree!ââHeâs a Wolfe, sweethe
Ivyâs POVTwo months after the weddingI stare at the stick in my hand like it might explode.Noâscratch that. Iâm staring at it like it already has. Like it's detonated my heart, flipped my soul inside out, and left me standing in the master bathroom of Alexanderâs mansion, barefoot, with my fingers trembling and my lungs refusing to breathe.Two lines. Bold. Unapologetic.Pregnant.I swallow hard, my other hand gripping the edge of the marble sink. My knees feel like they might give out, and for a second I wonder if I should sit downâbut I canât. My bodyâs frozen. My mind is racing. My stomach twists in slow, hot spirals of fear and joy and memory.The last time...I press a hand against my stomach, instinctively. Thereâs nothing yet. No bump. Just the tiniest bloom of something new. Something terrifying. Something hopeful.And this time, it feels different.This time, my body doesnât feel broken. It feels... ready. Like my heart knew before my brain did.A quiet knock at the bathro
Alexanderâs POVSheâs still shaking. Wrecked from my mouth.Eyes glazed. Thighs trembling. Lips swollen from all her moaning. And fuck, her pussyâs pulsingâclenching around nothing like itâs begging to be filled.âColor?â I ask, low and rough.She swallows hard. Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, âGreen, Daddy.âGoddamn right.I grab her hips, flip her effortlessly onto her stomach, and yank her ass high. She gasps as her knees slide apart on instinct, back arching for me.âLook at you.â My voice is gravel and want. âFucking dripping for me. Begging without saying a word.âI lean down, lips brushing her ear. âDo you know how dangerous that is, Baby Girl? Offering yourself like this to a man like me?âShe whimpers, grinding back into me, completely gone for it.âSay it,â I growl, lining up behind her. âSay who owns you.ââYou do,â she moans, breathless. âYou fucking own me.âI slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrustâand we both break.Her scream tears through the room as her b
Alexanderâs POVThe second the door shuts behind us, I lock it. Not because I think someoneâs coming in.But because the part of me thatâs still fucking feral from almost losing herâwants the whole goddamn world out.She turns to me, all soft silk and flushed cheeks, and my body aches. My knuckles flex like theyâre ready to break something if I donât touch her soon.I reach behind me, pull my tie loose, and toss it to the floor. âStrip,â I say, voice low.Her breath catches. I watch her eyes dilate. Pupils blown wide with heat.She licks her lips. âRight here?â she whispers.I close the distance between us in two steps, grab her chin between my thumb and forefinger.âWhere else, Mrs. Wolfe?â I murmur. âYou belong to me now. That dress is just in my fucking way.âShe shivers. And thenâ slowly, like she wants to drive me insaneâ she peels the straps off her shoulders, one at a time. The white silk pools around her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels and the thin lace I bought to go
Ivyâs POVMy heartâs not racing. Itâs galloping.Fucking sprinting in my chest like itâs about to shatter my ribs and leap into his hands.Alexanderâs vow still echoes inside me. Raw. Dark. Beautiful. It didnât sound like a promiseâit sounded like a claim. Like I just signed my soul away with a kiss and a smirk.And I donât regret a goddamn second of it.Heâs watching me now. Eyes locked. Breathing steady. Waiting.Thereâs always been this thing between usâdangerous, magnetic, like weâre not supposed to exist in the same room, let alone the same bed, same life, same name.But we do. We always have. And today, I speak it into the world.âI, Ivy,â I begin, my voice steadyâdeadly calm, like the pause before a storm, âtake you, AlexanderâŠâI pause, my lips curling at the corners. He raises an eyebrow like he knows whatâs coming.â...not just as my husband,â I continue, stepping forward so thereâs no air between us, âbut as my master, my obsession, and my very favorite problem.âJess lets
Alexander's POV She paces, throwing her hands around like sheâs directing a dramatic opera. âYouâre supposed to be the rich, overprotective, psychotic, alpha male fiancĂ©, remember?! How the hell did someone get to her?âI donât answer. Because sheâs right.I failed.Jess finally drops into a chair
Alexanderâs POVShe clings to me like sheâs drowning and maybe she is.Maybe Iâm the only thing keeping her from slipping under.Her breath is ragged, lips brushing against my neck, warm and trembling. Sheâs shaking in my arms, but not from fear.No.Itâs the anticipation. The hunger. The need."Sh
Ivyâs POVAnother knock. âOpen the door, Ivy.ââI will when I check,â I say.Silence again.The timer buzzes on my phone.This is it.I step forward like Iâm walking toward an execution chair.Look down.One line.My knees go weak.Negative.âOh, thank God,â I whisper.Jess yells, âYOUâRE NOT PREGN
Ivyâs POVBrunch with Jessica was never meant to be innocent.It was meant to be messy, loud, probably involve one of us saying something completely inappropriate in front of children, and 100% end in some scandalous detail being yelled across the table.And today? It delivers.Jessicaâs already tw







