A Night of Vulnerability .Ivy's POV The last of the models had cleared the runway. Applause still echoed faintly in my ears as I closed the door to my apartment behind us. My heels clattered on the hardwood as I walked straight to the kitchen, needing something—anything—to steady the swirl in my chest.Rowan stayed by the door, his jacket slung over one shoulder, eyes roaming the space like he was remembering every corner. Maybe he was. The place hadn’t changed much. Same green plant by the window, same sketch of Paris above the couch. Same silence that used to hum between us late at night when words had run out, but touch still remained.“Water?” I asked, opening the fridge.“Sure,” he said, voice low.I poured two glasses. My hands trembled slightly. From the adrenaline. From being alone with him again. From the way he looked at me like he could still see parts of me no one else ever did.“You were incredible tonight,” he said. “I mean it. What you pulled off... Ivy, it was—”“
The Show Must Go On Ivy’s POVMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I stood behind the velvet curtain, breathing in fabric dust and raw adrenaline. The sound of a buzzing crowd echoed through the venue, loud and alive. Camera flashes already lit up the entrance like a storm of strobe lightning.This was supposed to be the moment. My moment. The one I’d worked years for.But something felt off.“Ivy, where do you want these shoes? We’re missing a pair from Look Four,” Claire called, practically jogging up to me with a rack of heels clutched in her hands.“What do you mean missing?” I turned sharply, heart thudding.“They were here thirty minutes ago. Now they’re just… gone.”I looked around the cluttered backstage. Stylists running in every direction. Models reapplying lipstick, pulling at hems, fighting last-minute nerves. Every second counted.“They’re gold stilettos, right?” I asked, already walking toward the model lineup.Claire nodded. “Yup. Custom made.”My pulse spiked.I scanned th
A Dangerous Obsession Bella’s POVThe mirror didn’t lie.I stared at my reflection—hair perfectly curled, lashes long and dark, lips a rich shade of crimson. But none of it could hide emotions behind my eyes. The rage. The jealousy. The hatred.Ivy.Even her name tasted bitter on my tongue. No matter how hard I tried, how much I pushed, how many strings I pulled—she still stood. Smiling. Thriving. Living the life I was supposed to have. Rowan, the fashion show, the press—it was all hers now. Not because she earned it, but because she got lucky.I slammed the drawer shut, the sound echoing in my room like a gunshot.“Enough,” I muttered.I was done playing nice.I paced the length of my suite, heel clicks sharp against the marble floors. The latest tabloid headlines were sprawled across the coffee table, Ivy’s face plastered all over them, glowing like some untouchable goddess. “Rising Fashion Star, Ivy Sharp Stuns with Bold Showcase.” And Rowan was there too—always near her. Arm cur
Morning Mischief (Ivy's POV)The morning sun peeked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, slipping past the curtains and spilling light across the hardwood floor. I blinked awake slowly, my cheek pressed against something warm and solid. For a second, I didn’t move. Just breathed. Listened to the even rise and fall of his chest beneath me. Rowan's heartbeat thudded against my ear, steady and calm, and his arm was draped across my waist, heavy and possessive, like he never wanted to let me go.His scent—clean, woodsy, a little like cedar and something I couldn’t name—wrapped around me like a second blanket.I tilted my face up slightly and found his jaw covered in a fine stubble. I smiled. This was dangerous and too intimate.And still, I stayed.His hand shifted slowly down my back, fingers splaying across my spine. I stiffened for half a second, but then he mumbled something sleep-drenched and nuzzled the crown of my head.“You’re awake,” I whispered, trying not to grin.“Barely,”
Rowan's POV “Come again?”“I traced a document Bella posted in a deleted story thread. It was edited using a server linked to your corporate office. One of your employees is feeding her.”I stood, heart hammering. Ivy walked in just then, face flushed from the shower, a towel wrapped around her shoulders.“What’s going on?” she asked, sensing the shift instantly.I covered the receiver. “Just work.”But she narrowed her eyes. “Rowan…”I sighed. “It’s Bella. Again.”Leo’s voice returned, urgent now. “Whoever this insider is, they just uploaded a new file. I’m sending it to you now.”My phone buzzed.I opened the attachment.It was a scanned document. A birth certificate.Ivy’s name at the top.Father: Classified.“What the hell is this?” I muttered.Leo’s voice dropped. “I think she’s about to hit where it hurts most. Ivy’s family. Her past. Something big. I don’t know what yet, but she’s not just after her career anymore.”I looked up at Ivy, who was frowning at me like she knew some
Strength in UnityRowan’s POVI should’ve seen it coming.The second Ivy’s face fell after checking her phone backstage, I knew Bella wasn’t finished. Her eyes locked on mine like I’d just punched her in the gut. The crowd in the press room blurred into static. Nothing else mattered in that moment but the storm brewing behind Ivy’s eyes.She didn’t say a word. Just turned, walked straight past the curtain, and disappeared down the hallway.I followed without hesitation.“Ivy!” I caught up to her just outside the green room. She spun around, shoving the phone against my chest.My name. Time stamp. Hotel room. A clip of me walking inside.“You want to tell me what the hell this is?”Her voice was low, shaking, like she was holding it all in by the skin of her teeth.I watched the video. Once. Twice. Then exhaled hard, jaw tightening.“I was at that hotel last week,” I said. “But not for what it looks like.”She crossed her arms. “So, what? You just randomly stroll into hotels shirtless
Bella Strikes AgainIvy’s POVThe scent of fresh coffee hit me the moment I stepped into the kitchen. Rowan stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, pouring a cup with one hand and scrolling his phone with the other. He looked tired, and I knew neither of us had slept much. The conversation with Leo still rang in my ears, especially the part about Bella’s obsession not just with me, but with everything I had.“Morning,” I said softly.He looked up, his gaze warming the chill in my chest. “Morning, sunshine.” He handed me a mug and kissed my forehead. “I was just catching up on—”His phone buzzed again. Another notification. And then another.My stomach twisted.“Something wrong?” I asked.Rowan's smile faltered. He handed me his phone. “You… might want to sit down for this.”I didn’t. I stood there, feet planted to the cold tile, as I stared at the headline on the screen:“Scandalous Secrets: Ivy Sharp’s Messy Romantic Past Finally Exposed?”Below that, subheadings went deeper. Claim
An Unexpected AllyIvy’s POVThe second I saw the name on the screen, my stomach flipped.Leo.Not him. It was a name I was not expecting to see anytime soon. Just Leo Dawson. My former colleague. The one who always had a sarcastic comment, a sharp suit, and eyes that missed nothing.But he hadn’t called me in over three years. Not since I’d left the agency and began my own company. Why now?I let the phone ring twice more before answering. “Leo?”“Still pick up on the third ring,” he said, voice like sandpaper. “I guess some things don’t change.”I wasn’t in the mood for games. “Why are you calling?”“Ivy, we need to talk. Now.”My eyes flicked to Rowan, who stood frozen by the kitchen door. Noah was humming to himself in the background, oblivious, tearing into a chocolate donut.“Talk about what?”“Bella.”The name hit me like a slap. I turned, walking into the hallway, voice low. “What about her?”“She’s going all out,” Leo said. “She’s not hiding it anymore. I think she’s plannin
A Proposal RejectedRowan’s POVI’d never been more scared of a twelve-second silence in my life.Ivy stared at me like I’d just suggested we start a cult together, not… not what I’d actually said.“Ivy,” I repeated, voice rougher than I meant it to be, “did you hear me?”Her hands, the ones I used to know so well, tightened around the edge of the kitchen counter. She looked anywhere but at me—first the window, then the floor, then at the mug of tea between us that had long gone cold.It was one of those late evenings where the sky couldn’t make up its mind. Half dark, half moonlit. Crickets humming. Noah had gone to bed an hour ago, but not before asking if I’d come back tomorrow. That alone had given me more courage than I probably deserved.I had told Ivy the truth.Told her I still loved her.Told her I didn’t want to just be Noah’s dad—I wanted to be her partner again. I wanted the life we lost. No lies. No distance. Just us, this time for real.I even said it all without flinch