Semua Bab Dumped the Scumbag, Now I'm Married to a Billionaire: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Asher’s POVMy thumb hovered over the screen, stuck on the same image I had seen dozens of times today. Ivy, looking as beautiful as ever, with Max handing her a massive bouquet of roses and balloons. The post was blowing up, and I couldn’t stop scrolling. More pictures. More comments. Most people were speculating that the gifts were from me.I tried to push the tightness in my chest away. Ivy wasn’t mine in any real sense. This marriage was just a contract. A convenient arrangement for both of us. It was impulsive, at least for her. I told myself it wasn’t serious. After all, I had explicitly told her I didn’t need fidelity, nor should she expect it from me.It was a lie I told with a straight face. And now I had to deal with this. Just the thought was maddening, and now seeing actual pictures of them together, her smiling at him, made my stomach churn.The door clicked open, and Ivy walked in, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor, cutting through the quiet. She stopped f

Asher’s POVMy eyelids fluttered open, and I took a moment to adjust to the sharp lighting in the room. Sunlight streamed through the wide-open windows. I got up with a start, my head throbbing, a dull ache stubbornly lingering behind my temples. I massaged them as my eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. I wasn’t at home, nor was I at Lucas’s place. Pulling off the blanket, I got out of bed. My gaze landed on a card in the pocket by the door.I grabbed it and peered at it - Diamond Crystal Hotel. Raking my fingers through my hair, I sighed exasperatedly. I knew this hotel; it was in my city, but I had no idea how I ended up here. My memory was foggy. I grabbed a bottle of water, suddenly feeling parched, and downed it in one gulp. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to soothe the ache in my head.Fragments of the previous night slowly came to me. I glanced down at myself. I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes: a black silk shirt, black trousers, belt, and shoes. It looked li

Ivy’s POVI was at the foot of the stairs when I heard the doorbell ring. Camila was rushing to get it, but I stopped her. “Don’t worry, Camila. I got it.”“Thank you, Miss Ivy.”I smiled at her. I got to the door after the third ring. I peeked through the peephole; there was a lady with her back to the door. I opened it. “Hello…”She turned around sharply, her long dark curly hair moving with her. Curious brown eyes openly checked me out as she bit into an apple in her hand. She had a lot of suitcases around her. She looked so familiar; the wheels in my head were still turning when she spoke up.“You look so much better in person... and that’s not to say you don’t look good in your pictures,” she rambled on. “You slay as well, but in person…” She kissed her fingers, making kissing noises. “Just perfect!”I broke into a wide smile. The dark hair and brown eyes should have been a giveaway; she looked like a female version of Asher. Their eyes were a darker shade of brown, like honey, u

Ivy’s POV“Ivy,” my manager called out sweetly as soon as I walked into the studio.“Good morning, Miss Chappell,” I responded and pulled off my headphones. (Please confirm that her manager doesn’t have a different name before.)“Good morning, love.” She grabbed my hand. “We need to talk,” she said in a small voice.I noticed the worried look on her face and how she wouldn’t even look me in the eye. Panic set in instantly. “Did something happen?” I asked.She tugged at my hand and pulled me aside. “Come with me.”I followed her quietly down the hallway until we made it to her office. She shut the door after me and peered at me.“What happened?” I asked again. My mind was already conjuring up different unpleasant scenarios.“I was going to call or leave you a text when I found out, but I figured it would be better for you to hear it in person, and from no other person but—”“Oh my God! Did someone die?” I cut in impatiently.She shook her head strongly. “God, no! No one did.”“Spill it

Asher’s POVI looked into the mirror as Ivy adjusted my tie, her fingers brushing against my collar. She had this focused, gentle touch, and her lips were pulled into a serious pout. I could barely look at her—her perfume filled the air between us, making it hard to think.“You know,” she said, giving my tie a final pat, “you actually clean up really well.” She smiled at me, and I felt that familiar warmth building in my chest.“If dressing up like this is what it takes to get a compliment from you, I’ll do it every single day,” I declared.She stifled a blush. “It doesn’t have to take so much,” her voice was barely above a whisper.A smirk tugged at my lips. Was Ivy flirting with me? Was it just the magic of the night, or were her defenses slowly stripping away? I caressed her cheek and stared as she leaned into my touch, her eyelids fluttering shut. A small gasp escaped her lips.I slipped my hand around her waist. “You’re going to make it hard for me to let go of you, Ivy…” I glanc