Ivery's POV. As Franco pulled away from the kiss, I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I opened my eyes and saw the smug look on his face. He laughed, the sound echoing in the room. “A kiss can shut a woman up,” he said, a sly grin on his face.I felt the anger rising inside me, but I was too stunned to speak. My mind was racing, trying to process what had just happened. The feel of his lips on mine was still vivid in my mind as if the unexpected kiss heightened my senses.I turned on my heel and ran out of the beach, not daring to look back. I wanted to get as far away from Franco as possible, to escape the awkwardness and embarrassment I felt. I could feel my face burning with shame, the heat of it radiating off my cheeks. My feet pounded against the floor as I ran, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.I longed for the cool night air outside, for the feeling of freedom and escape. I ran blindly, not caring where I was going. I just wanted to get away.I burst throu
Ivery's POV. We were called out as high guests, Franco decided to give a speech. “I love my wife so much that I couldn't leave the house without her,” he said. The crowd went silent as Franco began his speech. I felt all eyes on me, their gazes like lasers, burning into my skin. I tried to ignore them, to focus on Franco's words. But I could feel the weight of their judgment, their scrutiny.I saw Franco look at me, his eyes were full of emotion. He spoke of his love for me, his words filled with sincerity and adoration. I felt myself blush, embarrassed by the attention. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and be swallowed up. But I forced myself to stand tall, to listen to what he had to say.“She's my pillar,” he said while ending his speech. His voice was deep and smooth, reverberating through the room. His eyes were fixed on me, his gaze so intense I felt like I was melting under it. His words were like honey, sweet, and sticky. I could feel the heat of his hand on my
Ivery's POV. We were called out as high guests, Franco decided to give a speech. “I love my wife so much that I couldn't leave the house without her,” he said. The crowd went silent as Franco began his speech. I felt all eyes on me, their gazes like lasers, burning into my skin. I tried to ignore them, to focus on Franco's words. But I could feel the weight of their judgment, their scrutiny.I saw Franco look at me, his eyes were full of emotion. He spoke of his love for me, his words filled with sincerity and adoration. I felt myself blush, embarrassed by the attention. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and be swallowed up. But I forced myself to stand tall, to listen to what he had to say.“She's my pillar,” he said while ending his speech. His voice was deep and smooth, reverberating through the room. His eyes were fixed on me, his gaze so intense I felt like I was melting under it. His words were like honey, sweet, and sticky. I could feel the heat of his hand on my
Franco's POV. I could feel the tension in my body as I prepared to dance with Diva. She had always been a thorn in my side, and now I was forced to endure her company. I could feel the heat of her body as she stood next to me, her eyes boring into mine. I could smell her perfume, heavy and cloying, making me feel nauseous.I watched as Ivery's eyes lit up as the man whispered something in her ear. I couldn't help but notice the way she leaned into him, her face flushed with excitement. I could feel the heat rising in my body, as I struggled to contain my emotions. I wanted to scream, to ask her to stop smiling, to stop enjoying herself with another man. But I knew that was selfish and wrong.I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breathing, but it was no use. I could feel the fury building inside me, threatening to burst out. I had no claim on Ivery, she was my contract wife. But the thought of her smiling at another man filled me with rage. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was ho
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