Ivery's POV. I could feel the panic rising within me, the fear taking hold of my body. I tried to breathe, but my lungs felt like they were being constricted. I could hear my heartbeat thudding in my ears, the sound of it drowning out all other noise. I tried to move, but my legs felt like lead. I was frozen in place, unable to move. And then, without warning, I let out a scream. I felt the sound burst from my throat, piercing the surrounding air. I heard my voice echo back to me, a high-pitched shriek of terror.I banged on the door with all my might, my fist connecting with the wood over and over again. But the door didn't budge, my efforts futile. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, a sob threatening to escape. I tried to hold it in, to keep myself together. But it was no use. The tears broke free, rolling down my cheeks. I sank to the ground, my body shaking with sobs. I was lost, trapped in an elevator that I couldn't escape. And I had no idea what I was going to do next.As
Ivery's POV. The look on Franco's face was unlike anything I had ever seen before. His brow was furrowed, his eyes wild with fear. I could see the worry written all over his features as if they were etched into his skin. His lips were pressed together in a tight line, and his jaw clenched. He looked like a man on the brink of collapse like he was about to come undone. It was a look that sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of dread washing over me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say.I couldn't stand by and watch him suffer, I had to do something. I took a deep breath, and I ran towards him, throwing my arms around him. He was stiff in my embrace as if he couldn't believe what was happening. But slowly, I felt him relax, his body sinking into mine. I held him tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. I held him, and we stood there, silent.I felt a moment of panic, afraid that he would push me away, that I had crossed a line. Instead, he did something unexpected. He
Chapter 23.Ivery's POV. The screen on my phone went dark, the familiar glow of light fading to black. I pressed the power button, hoping to bring it back to life. But it was no use. The battery was dead, and I was left in the dark. I felt a sense of panic, a feeling of being disconnected from the world. I rushed out of my room, my feet pounding on the hardwood floor as I ran for the living room. I reached for the remote control, my fingers fumbling as I struggled to find it. I finally grabbed it, turning on the TV with shaking hands. The screen flickered to life, the familiar glow of light filling the room. I exhaled a sigh of relief. As I clicked through the channels, I suddenly stopped, my eyes fixed on the screen. There was Franco, his face filled with anger, his voice loud and commanding. He was surrounded by a sea of people, all of them hanging on his every word. I watched, transfixed, trying to make sense of what was happening.“In five minutes, if my wife isn't out of that
Ivery's POV. I looked at him, my brow furrowed, confused. He just smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. And then he said something that took me completely by surprise.“See you later,” he said. And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me more confused than ever.I busied myself with cleaning up the kitchen, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. My head was spinning, and I felt like I couldn't get a grip on reality.But I knew I had to try to relax, so I went to the sitting room and put on N*****x. As I settled in with my popcorn, I tried to push all my thoughts aside and focus on the show. But no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept drifting back to Franco and his mysterious behavior.My headache had become unbearable, and I struggled to stay focused on the show. I was about to call Franco when he suddenly walked into the room. He took one look at me and his face fell. “What's wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. “Are you okay?”I tried
Ivery's POV. I tried calling Franco again and again, but all I heard was the endless ringing of the unanswered call. I fought back tears, but they spilled over anyway, rolling down my cheeks. I was completely alone, with no way to reach anyone for help. As I sat there, fear and panic started to build inside me, and I felt like I was losing control. My breaths were coming in quick, shallow gasps, and I could feel my heart racing. I had to do something, anything, to get out of this situation.I tried to move, to rise from the bed, but my body seemed to be frozen in place. My limbs felt heavy, weighed down by the fear that was coursing through my veins. I struggled to find the strength to stand, but it was like a boulder was resting on my chest, crushing me. I closed my eyes, trying to quell the rising panic. But the darkness only made it worse.With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone and dialed Franco's number again. I held my breath as the phone rang, hoping against hope that
Ivery's POV. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Should I answer? Ignore it? My heart was racing, my mind racing with questions. And then, the buzzing stopped. The moment was over, but the questions lingered.My phone rang again, the sound piercing the silence of the room. I knew I couldn't keep ignoring it, not when it was my mother calling. I took a deep breath and answered the call, trying to sound cheerful. “Hi, Mom!” I said, forcing a smile into my voice.“Hi, sweetie!” my mother said, her voice warm and loving. “How are you?”I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I'm doing okay,” I said, my voice faltering slightly. “I tried to call yesterday, but the network was bad,” I said, my heart sinking as I lied to my mother. “I called early this week, but no reply,” my mother said. I could feel the tinge of sadness in her voice. Oh no! I thought to myself, my stomach sinking. My mother was right – I had seen her missed calls, but I had been so caught up in my thoughts that
Ivery's POV. “Mrs. Franco?” the interviewer said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Are you alright?”I nodded, trying to put on a brave face. “I'm fine,” I said, hoping my voice didn't betray my anxiety.“How long have you guys known each other before marriage,” she asked, smiling. “We've known each other for five years,” Franco said, a smile playing on his lips. “We met in January, and we got married in February.”“ It was a whirlwind romance, but it's been the best decision of my life,” I added to what Franco said, smiling and feeling a little more relaxed.“Wow, that's a pretty short timeline,” the interviewer said, her eyebrows raised.Franco cleared his throat, looking a bit uncomfortable. “I don't believe in long-term courtship,” he said. “When you know, you know.” He looked at me, a soft smile on his face. “And I knew.” He leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and I felt my cheeks flush.The interviewer smiled at the display of affection, nodding her head. “I ha
Ivery's POV. “What I enjoy most about my marriage is the care,” I said, a smile spreading across my face. “Knowing that I have someone like Franco, who will always be there for me, no matter what. Knowing that I can call on him, and he will come running to me, even if he is busy. It's a feeling of security and comfort that I can't put into words.” As I spoke, I could see the blush spreading across Franco's face, his expression betraying his embarrassment.The interviewer nodded, her expression thoughtful.“I would love to have a son just like him,” I said, watching as a grin spread across Franco's face. “Someone kind and caring, someone who always puts others before himself. Someone who is a true gentleman, with a heart of gold.” I winked at him, my words teasing.Franco laughed, shaking his head. “I'm flattered, but I'm uncertain if I'm up to the task of being a role model,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.“Don't be modest, Franco,” I said a playful grin on my face. ““W