Ivery's POV. I felt a mix of emotions – comforted by his strength, yet uneasy at the sudden intimacy. We sat there, side by side, as we answered each question as best we could. "We are not planning on having kids now," Franco said. His words tumbled out of his mouth like a waterfall, rushing to get out before the timeout ran out. We got to our feet, keeping our composure as we made our way to the car. The reporters continued to shout questions at us, but we ignored them and kept walking. When we reached the car, we quickly got inside and shut the doors. As we closed the door behind us, I turned to face Franco. The silence felt heavy, like a blanket smothering us both. "What was that all about?" I asked, my voice trembling. But he raised a finger to his lips and hushed me. "Shh." His voice was barely a whisper. "The walls have ears." I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.The rest of the journey passed in a tense, silent bubble. I gazed out the window, watching the lush

Ivery's POV. I stood up, my anger rising to the surface. I had a first-class degree in business administration, and I wasn't about to let my voice be silenced. I cleared my throat and spoke up, my words ringing out with authority. "Hold on, a minute!” I interjected, my voice trembling with emotion. “I know you all have put a lot of time and effort into these plans, but there's something we're not considering. Have you considered the environmental impact of this project? I'm concerned that the construction will hurt the surrounding area, and I think we need to address that.”As I spoke, the room fell silent. The bright fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh glare on my face, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. My cheeks flushed with heat, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. But even in the face of all that, I felt a surge of pride. I knew I had something important to say, and I was determined to make my voice heard. I felt Franco's gaze on me, and for a moment, I thou

Ivery's POV. I was still reeling from Franco's unexpected hug. I'd been caught off guard, unsure of what to make of it. I felt my heart race, my head spinning with questions and doubts. Was this just a friendly gesture, or did it mean something more? I was trying to make sense of it all, but it felt like my thoughts were racing faster than I could process them. “Shit! It was just a hug ivery,” my subconscious reprimanded me. I took a deep breath, trying to slow my thoughts down and bring myself back to the present moment.I walked into my room, a jumble of emotions swirling around in my head. A small smile played on my lips, a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and excitement. I couldn't quite believe what had just happened, and I wondered what it would mean for the future. But at that moment, I allowed myself to just enjoy the feeling of being slightly giddy and a little bit in shock. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated emotion.I picked up a book, hoping it would help calm my mind

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