DIVORCE ON SURPRISE
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?"FOREVER A FAMILY Ivy’s POV Three months after that chaotic wedding day, her words still stung, even as I stood in our sunlit living room, Rowan’s arm slung around my waist, his warmth grounding me. Noah zoomed a toy car across the floor, giggling as Ethan tried to grab it, their laughter filling the air. We’d won—Bella was gone, her threats buried in the past—but that lingering doubt about the Kelly secret gnawed at me. Still, with Rowan’s steady presence and our boys’ joy, I felt anchored. This was our victory, our family, and I wouldn’t let her shadow steal it. “Stop thinking about her,” Rowan murmured, his lips brushing my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. His gray eyes locked onto mine, reading me like always. I tilted my head, smirking. “How do you know what I’m thinking?” He grinned, that cocky, heart-melting smile. “Because I know you, Mrs. Douglas.” He pulled me closer, his hand settling on my hip. “And you’re too stubborn to let Bella win.” I laughed, swatting h
THE FINAL STAND Rowan’s POV Bella’s detonator gleamed in her hand, her manic grin slicing through the chaos like a blade. The beach was a warzone—guests screaming, chairs toppled, my guards clashing with her men. My heart pounded as I locked eyes with her, the woman who’d haunted us for too long. Ivy clutched my arm behind me, her green eyes fierce with defiance. Bella thought she’d won, but I’d be damned if I let her destroy my family. “Rowan!” Ivy’s voice cut through the panic. “We have to stop her!” “Got it,” I barked, my focus zeroing in on Bella. She stood near the overturned arch, waving the detonator like a trophy. I sprinted toward her, sand kicking up under my feet. She didn’t see me coming until I tackled her, my shoulder slamming into her waist. We hit the ground hard, the detonator skidding across the sand. Her nails clawed at my face, but I pinned her wrists, my breath ragged. “You’re done, Bella!” I growled, struggling to hold her down. She thrashed, her ey
SHADOWS ON THE SHORE Ivy’s POV The beach shimmered under the late afternoon sun, golden light dancing on the waves, but Bella’s threat hung over me like a storm cloud ready to burst. Her message from a month ago “Tomorrow’s your big day, Ivy. Shame it won’t go as planned.” still echoed in my head, sharp and taunting. I stood at the edge of the ceremony setup, my bare feet sinking into the cool sand, my heart racing. Today was supposed to be perfect, the day Rowan and I rebuilt our forever. Rowan’s hand found mine, his grip firm, grounding. “You okay?” he asked, his gray eyes scanning my face. He wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the man I’d fallen for—strong, steady, mine. I forced a smile, squeezing his hand back. “Just nerves. Bella’s got me jumpy.” He frowned, his jaw tightening. “She’s locked up, Ivy. She can’t touch us here.” He nodded toward the guards stationed discreetly around the venue—black-suited figures blending into the surrounding
A FAMILY REBORN Ivy’s POV Bella’s message burned in my mind like a brand: “You’ll never escape my family’s reach.” The words looped, cold and venomous, as I stood in the living room of our beachside home, clutching my phone. My heart thudded, each beat a reminder of the battles we’d fought to get here. But then Rowan’s hand slipped into mine, warm and steady, his fingers lacing through my own. I looked up into his gray eyes, stormy with worry but fierce with love, and felt the weight of our little family—me, him, Noah, and Ethan—anchor me. We’d built this. We’d earned this. No one, not even Bella, could take it away. “Ivy,” Rowan said, his voice low, pulling me from my spiral. “We’re done letting her haunt us. Let’s focus on us. On this.” He gestured toward the open window, where the ocean breeze carried the promise of our future. “The wedding. Just us, Noah, Ethan, and the people who matter.” I nodded, forcing a smile. “You’re right. A quiet beach ceremony. No drama, no ch
THE LAST CLAIMANT Rowan’s POV The new claimant to the Kelly fortune threatened our fragile peace, their identity a mystery that could unravel everything. It was like I knew the potentials of this happening. That's why I refused to relax even though it's official I will be getting married soon. Bella seems to still be out there fighting tooth and nail to bring us down and make sure Ivy looses her Kelly heritage. Is this how far she is willing to go in order to make sure we suffer just because I refused to choose her over Ivy. I did that eight years ago, yet there's nothing to show for it. She only served to make my life boring. The mansion was quiet, Ethan asleep in Ivy’s arms, Noah curled up beside her, but the lawyer’s words—“a new claimant”—hung heavy. My side throbbed from the stress of what I've been doing but the pain was nothing compared to the fear of losing Ivy’s heritage. Bella was in custody, Gabe’s fate unknown after the island explosion, but the missing Kelly
AFTER THE FLAMES Ivy’s POV The island burned behind us, Gabe’s sacrifice—or betrayal—haunting me as I clutched Ethan and Noah. The boat rocked on the dark ocean, flames lighting the horizon where Bella’s compound had stood. My arm throbbed, my body ached in different places, but Ethan’s warmth and Noah’s small hand in mine grounded me. “I can't believe we actually managed to come out of that barely scathed.” I said trying to break the silence since we escaped. “I can.” Rowan replied taking my hand and I let him entertwine it with his. He really has been my biggest support and rock in this trying time. Rowan’s gray eyes blazed with determination, his arm around me as he pulled me closer, my ring glinting, his love anchoring me in the chaos. The Kelly documents were gone, Bella’s scream for Gabe echoing in my mind, her criminal empire exposed but her fate unclear. But it also makes me wonder what we will do with Sarah. Especially after what she did. “We’re safe,” Rowan said