All Chapters of Corrupt Temptation: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

IVY.Wearing a soft robe, I sat by the large bay window and watched the afternoon sun peek through the leaves of the tall oaks outside. The medical wing felt like a haven a place of safety but the immaculate white walls and the subtle antiseptic smell served as a constant reminder of my purpose. It was an odd paradox. I had been surrounded by gentle-spoken maids filling meals and Sloan’s silent watchful presence for the past few days. Just before he left a silent fear that was more terrifying than any outburst of rage was etched on his face. He had informed me that he would review the results with Liam the security chief. I was by myself and the silence was a solace I hadn’t yet recognized I needed. A soft tap on the door snapped the silence. I said my voice still a little weak “Come in.”I thought it was Sophia or one of the maids who had been a reassuring but infrequent guest. Victor entered as soon as the door opened. My heart gave an abrupt uneasy lurch just as it was beginning

IVY.I forced myself to sit, a symphony of aches and pains singing through my muscles as the floorboards moaned in protest. The dull throbbing drumbeat that had been in my head had suddenly transformed into a full-fledged percussion concert behind my eyes. Even though Sloan had instructed me to take a break, the mere idea of remaining motionless for another second made me feel uneasy again. Remaining in bed felt like giving in to the silent agony of my own thoughts which were a maddening jumble of unsolved questions and Victor’s eerie smile. I needed to move around. I needed to do something. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and put my feet on the chilly floor refusing to wait for the maids. I was momentarily pulled out of my spiraling thoughts by the tiles which struck me as a sharp grounding sensation. Every stride was an effort a slow methodical march in the direction of the restroom. With every movement my muscles which had been stiffened by days of forced rest screamed.

Author's pov.The maids frantic footsteps echoed through the long corridors of the mansion breaking the silence as though they were being pursued by a ghost. As other maids from adjacent rooms heard Claras scream they hurried to the scene their expressions a mix of fear and bewilderment. They found Clara and Elara motionless in the doorway their eyes wide with fear and their hands clasped over their mouths. It only required a silent exchange of horrified looks. The image of Ivy's lifeless pale body on the chilly bathroom tiles was a horrifying reality that didnt require an explanation. The small group was overtaken by panic a wild and infectious force. With a reedy whisper Clara finally choked out “Go! Get Sloan!. Now!”There was no need to repeat the story to the younger maids. With their starched aprons flapping behind them they turned and ran down the hall. One of them a sixteen-year-old girl was crying uncontrollably as she ran. The others who had more experience had grim expre

SLOAN.The only sound in the silent room was the hum of the machine’s, a steady rhythmic pulse. It was a reassuring sound a confirmation that life was going on her heart was beating and everything would be okay. or that the immediate threat was no longer present. Ivy was still in a deep sound sleep induced by the sedative the doctor had prescribed and fatigue. Her face was softly illuminated by a golden glow from the dimmed overhead lights. I sat next to the bed and repeatedly stroked her long soft hair with my hand. She was at ease in this tiny peaceful harbor but my world was still in disarray like a ship tossed on a turbulent sea. But I had a whirlpool of thoughts. Two months pregnant. The words were a permanent mark that had abruptly altered everything a brand etched into my mind. I felt a wave of emotions that were too complex to sort out as I gazed at her who was so serene and lovely. Naturally the core of it was love but it was entangled with anxiety perplexity and a crippl

IVETTE As I slipped back into my room the cold of the hallway held on to me but it was nothing in comparison to the ice that had begun to form in my veins. With the final conclusive period at the end of my defeat sentence the door clicked shut. My hands clenched into tight fists as the rage and fear a poisonous mixture of emotions started to bubble up before I had even crossed the threshold. It felt like a prison with its immaculate white walls and opulent furnishings. I felt imprisoned, surrounded by an unanticipated situation a barrier that was both unavoidable and unjust. My only release was to pace frantically against the plush carpet. With each step the manic energy that was building inside of me was released in a silent scream. My mind had changed from a chaotic kaleidoscope to a harsh icy tool of reasoning. I was now a hunter glaring down an impossibly difficult prey not a silent observer.My exquisite painstaking plan. It had been so understated yet sophisticated. Make him