Ivy's povI did not just fly for 9 hours in heels for this.I had just closed the biggest deal of my fashion career, it was a new runway show in Paris, my brand is now all over Vogue, and even that editor from Elle has finally started calling me “iconic.” I was on a roll.That was until the private jet showed up, and the assistant whispered into my ears, “Your father urgently requests your presence.”So now, here I was, standing in my father’s penthouse living room in Manhattan. Still in full glam. My hair in perfect waves and my outfit that is worth more than most people’s rent.And yet, all I could do was stare blankly at my father."I'm sorry, marry who?" I asked again, slowly, hoping and praying to all the gods in heaven that I misheard.My father, Charles Monroe, the infamous business tycoon, billionaire, and proud drama king, who, despite being in his sixties, could still pass for a 40-year-old man, avoided my eyes as he repeated himself."I said, marry Liam Calloway."Dead sile
Last Updated : 2025-07-26
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