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

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 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. “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

Mr. Cameron's POV. The bitter wind blew through the trees, rattling the window panes. I pulled my blanket closer around me, huddling next to the fire. The embers glowed orange and red, casting flickering shadows across the room. Outside, the rain poured down in sheets, the thunder rumbling in the distance. The stormy weather made the night feel even colder, and I was glad for the warmth of the fire. As I sat there, I felt a sense of contentment and gratitude for the shelter I had.As I scrolled through my phone, I came across a headline that stopped me in my tracks. My heart started racing, and my hands began to shake as I read the words. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and I couldn't stop my mind from racing. I tried to calm myself down, to tell myself it wasn't real, but I was unable to shake the feeling of dread that was creeping up on me.My heart sank as I read the news. Franco had always been so adamant about his single status, and the idea of him being married was alm