Ivy Sharp's life takes a drastic turn when her billionaire husband, Rowan Douglas, demands a divorce to reunite with his first love, Bella. Devastated, Ivy moves abroad, building a successful fashion empire while raising their secret son, Noah. Seven years later, fate pulls them back together when Rowan unknowingly encounters his son. Overcome with regret, he sets out to win back the love he lost, but Ivy, now fierce, independent, and guarded, resists. Their past may haunt them, but a dangerous conspiracy involving their investments threatens their present. As Rowan fights for redemption, Ivy’s heart remains torn. To complicate matters, Gabe, a man with lingering feelings for Ivy, enters her life, though a shocking twist reveals their deeper connection. Amid betrayals, revelations, and a rekindled romance, Ivy faces an unexpected pregnancy, forcing her to make a choice between her past love and a future that could be destroyed by secrets. Can Ivy trust Rowan again, or will the ghosts of their pasts shatter their hopes forever?
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IVY'S POV "I want a divorce." Rowan’s voice echoes through the sitting room as he throws what look like divorce papers onto the desk in front of me. Tonight is supposed to be our third anniversary, and I’ve prepared all his favorite dishes—only for him to come home and shatter my world with these documents. "I don’t understand. If this is a prank or some kind of test, you got me. Please, tell me this is just a joke," I plead, approaching him cautiously. Even in my distress, I can’t help but notice his intoxicating scent. His face is contorted with anger, and I’m at a complete loss. Rowan’s eyes bore into mine, cold and unforgiving. "Do I look like I’m joking?" Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I reach for him. "Rowan, please don’t do this. I’m begging you." He steps back, his expression hardening further. "Name your price, sign the damn papers, and leave." I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. Does he really think I married him for his money? I’ve spent the past three years trying to prove my love and devotion, but it seems Rowan is blind to it all. "Isn’t that what you want?" he demands, closing the distance between us. "Isn’t it about the money? That’s why you agreed to marry me, right? Name your price and get out of my house. Now." The tears I’ve been holding back finally spill down my cheeks. How can he be so cruel? I’ve dedicated the last three years of my life to showing Rowan how much I love him, how I chose him above all else, but he still sees me as nothing more than a gold digger. Our marriage may not have been a fairytale romance, but I never imagined it would come to this. We never even dated. In college, I was just a distant admirer, watching from afar as he only had eyes for Bella. His love for her blinded him to her true nature. Three years ago, when Rowan was involved in that horrific car accident, I was there. As his secretary, I stayed by his side, caring for him while he lay comatose and unresponsive. Bella, his supposed true love, fled to Europe without so much as a backward glance. It was Rowan’s grandfather who proposed the idea of marriage. With Rowan unconscious, he thought it would be best if I wed his grandson, given my consistent dedication. Foolishly, I believed it was my chance to finally catch Rowan’s attention. Little did I know, I was walking straight into hell. When Rowan finally awoke, he treated me with nothing but disgust and disdain. The only time he acknowledged my existence was when he wanted sex. I thought perhaps intimacy could spark some affection in him, but I was sorely mistaken. He made it clear he wanted a divorce the moment he regained his faculties, but his grandfather intervened, singing my praises. It wasn’t until after his grandfather’s passing that Rowan’s true colors emerged. "You and I both know that’s not why I married you," I manage through my tears. Rowan’s eyes flash with anger. "Then why did you take advantage of me when I was at my weakest? You married me and fooled my grandfather into thinking I was on death’s door, all so you could inherit my fortune for yourself!" I can only sob in response, praying this is all some cruel joke. But Rowan’s expression remains unmoved. "But...but we’ve been intimate," I whisper, my voice breaking. There’s a secret I’m desperate to share with him, but he’s already shattered any hope of reconciliation. Rowan scoffs. "That was merely to satisfy my own needs. I never slept with you out of love. Every time we were together, I imagined Bella in my arms." With that, he storms out of the room, leaving me in pieces. His words cut me to the core. I’ve been such a fool, pouring my heart into a man who will never love me back. Enough is enough. I signed the divorce papers with trembling hands. If Rowan wants me gone, then so be it. I make my way upstairs to gather my belongings, tears streaming down my face as I pack. An envelope flutters to the ground, and my heart clenches as I realize it’s the result of my prenatal exam. I’m two weeks pregnant, and I had planned to surprise Rowan tonight. Instead, he’s choosing to end our marriage. With a heavy heart, I tuck the envelope into my luggage. I’ve never been one for extravagance, despite being a fashion designer. Rowan put an end to my career when he learned of my dual roles as his secretary and designer. He demanded I quit after emerging from his coma, and like a fool, I obliged. As I reach the front door, I pause to take one last look at the place I once called home. Sighing, I step outside, only to find Rowan standing there with a woman by his side. She smirks at me, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh, are you leaving already?"The Fashion Show Gambit Ivy’s POV The spotlight lit my skin as I stepped onto the runway, the crowd’s applause roaring in my ears, but Bella’s note felt like a ticking bomb. You can’t hide forever, her scrawled words had taunted, delivered to the mansion just hours ago. My heart pounded, not from the glare of the lights or the weight of Ivy’s Atelier’s biggest show, but from the fear that Bella, now a fugitive, was watching. I forced a smile, waving to the sea of faces, my green dress flowing as I introduced the collection. This was my moment, my comeback, and I wouldn’t let her steal it. Backstage, chaos reigned. “Ivy, another dress is ruined!” Claire, shouted, holding up a gown with slashed silk, the delicate fabric hanging in tatters. My stomach twisted—Bella’s sabotage, no doubt. I rushed over, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. “Can we fix it?” I asked, my voice sharp, trying to stay calm. “We’re trying,” Mia said, her hands shaking as she threaded a needle. “But
The Fugitive’s Game Rowan’s POVBella’s escape hit me like a punch to the gut, her promise to ruin Ivy echoing in my head as I hunched over the mansion’s security feeds. I slammed my fist on the desk, the monitors rattling. “Find her,” I barked into my phone, my security chief’s voice crackling back. “Track every lead, every contact. Bella doesn’t vanish without help.”“Already on it, sir,” he said. “But her trail’s cold. No prison guards are talking, and her last known location’s a dead end. Smells like an inside job.”My jaw clenched, suspicion gnawing at me. I ended the call and turned to the living room, where Ivy was packing Noah’s bag, her blonde hair falling over her face as she moved with fierce determination. She’d insisted we return to L.A. for her fashion show, refusing to let Bella’s shadow control her life. But it was too late to drive any further, so we stopped to rest at a hotel. “Rowan, you okay?” Ivy asked, her green eyes sharp as she zipped Noah’s backpack. “I’
Shadows of Trust Ivy’s POVThe crash of shattering glass tore me from sleep, my heart slamming against my ribs. I clutched Noah’s small, sleeping form tighter. The safe house, our temporary home, felt like a trap now. Bella’s venomous threats from her prison call yesterday echoed in my mind. Even behind bars, could she still reach us? I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Noah, and grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling as I pulled up the security app.The grainy footage flickered on the screen, showing a figure sprinting from the back door into the night. My breath caught.“Rowan!” I hissed, my voice low but sharp, urgency pulling me toward the living room where he slept on the couch.He was already up, his gray eyes alert, his broad shoulders tense under his black T-shirt. “Ivy, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep but steady.“Someone broke a window,” I whispered, showing him the footage. “They’re gone, but… Rowan, what if it’s her?”His jaw tightened, and he too
FAMILY HEALING Rowan’s POV My heart thudded as I watched Ivy help Noah with his math homework at the kitchen table, her blonde hair spilling over one shoulder, her laughter soft as she teased him about a wrong answer. The safe house felt warmer today, the tension from Bella’s call yesterday fading like a bad dream. But the memory of Ivy’s voice, fierce and unyielding as she shut Bella down, still sent a spark through me. She’d stood her ground, and the way she’d looked at me after—hope and fear tangled in those green eyes—made me believe we could rebuild. I leaned against the counter, my coffee mug warm in my hands, and fought the urge to cross the room and pull her close. “Dad, you’re staring,” Noah said, glancing up with a grin that was so much like mine it stole my breath. The word—Dad—still hit me like a wave, new and precious after seven years of absence. Ivy’s head snapped up, her cheeks flushing as our eyes met. “Yeah, Rowan,” she said, her voice teasing but edged with
FACING BELLA Ivy’s POV My heart lurched when the phone rang, the unknown number flashing like a warning. Rowan’s hand, warm and steady, rested on mine, his thumb brushing my knuckles as we sat on the safe house porch. Noah’s laughter drifted from inside, a reminder of what we’d fought for, but the news of Bella’s secretary sighting in L.A. had left us both on edge. I glanced at Rowan, his gray eyes dark with concern, and the air between us hummed with unspoken tension. “Hello?” My voice came out sharper than I meant, and Rowan’s grip tightened, his body shifting closer, protective. “Ivy, darling,” Bella’s voice purred through the line, cold and venomous. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Ruining my plans, stealing Rowan back.” My blood ran cold, and I stood, pulling away from Rowan’s touch. His eyes narrowed, but he stayed quiet, watching me like a hawk. “Bella,” I said, my voice steady despite the churn in my stomach. “You’re in prison. It’s over.” Her laugh was sharp, cutting.
ETHAN’S FALL Rowan’s POV My shoulder throbbed under the bandage, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire in my chest as I watched Ivy across the safe house’s living room. She stood by the window, her blonde hair catching the morning light, her arms crossed tight like she was holding herself together. Last night’s conversation lingered between us—her words, her fear, the way she’d leaned into my touch but pulled back just as fast. I wanted to cross the room, pull her into my arms, and promise her everything, but the shadow of Ethan’s threats and Bella’s schemes kept me rooted. Noah was safe, but this wasn’t over. Not yet. I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. “Ivy, we need to talk about Ethan.” She turned, her green eyes wary but sharp. “What about him? He’s in custody, isn’t he?” I nodded, stepping closer, my hands itching to reach for her. “He is. My team’s working with the police to make sure he doesn’t slip through. But we need to file charges ourselves. Make i
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