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Ivy's povI tried to keep busy the next day, but it was hard. All I could think about was Dominic’s hand on my face and the words I hadn’t said. It made me feel sick and tight inside, i wanted to forget all the complicated stuff, but the house didn’t let me.I was upstairs, folding laundry, which I never do, just to feel like a normal person for a minute. My phone buzzed on the bed. It was Instagram, I picked it up without really looking.The first thing I saw was Janelle’s story.It wasn't a picture. It was just a black screen with some white text typed over it. The text was a quote, one of those vague, dramatic things people post when they want attention.“Some people look sweet in the light, but the secrets they keep in the dark would shock you.”Underneath it, she had added a tiny, winking emoji.I stopped breathing for a second. That girl wasn’t talking about just anyone. She didn’t know me, but she had been in my house. She had seen my life, she had slept with Dominic.My stomac

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Dominic's pov I was sitting in my study, trying to read some reports, but I hadn’t really read a single line in fifteen minutes. I just kept staring at the door, waiting for it to open, ivy had left hours ago. After what happened earlier, me pulling her close and then pushing her away, the whole house felt heavy and weird. It didn’t get better after she left. It was like the tension was still sitting in the air. I hated that I let her get under my skin. She was just a kid, messing around with things she didn’t fully understand, but she was also fragile and I was the last person who should be around someone like her. I knew that but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about how her mouth felt when she kissed me, or the way she looked at me when I told her she was safe. A loud knock came at the front door, not the study door, the main door. It was hard and casual, like the person knocking didn’t care if I wanted them here or not. It wasn’t Ivy's mum; she never used t

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Ivy's pov The dinner felt like a performance. We were all sitting at the big dining table, the one my mom only used when she wanted to pretend we were a normal, happy family. It was just the four of us, my mother, Dominic, Theo, and me. My mother was talking nonstop about some fundraiser she was planning, she was completely oblivious. She acted like it was a fun, casual evening, totally ignoring the fact that Dominic hadn't said more than five words since we sat down, and that Theo was scanning the room like he was trying to find something he could steal. I sat across from Theo and next to my mom. Dominic sat at the head of the table, silent, cutting his steak with a focused intensity that meant he was annoyed. Theo, however, was in a great mood. He was leaning back in his chair, smiling easily, listening to my mom talk about jewelry or something but his eyes kept flicking to me. “So, Ivy,” Theo said, jumping right into the middle of my mother’s story. My mom stopped talking i

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Ivy's pov I was sitting in Mia's car, parked down the street from my house. I told her I needed to get out for a minute and she showed up ten minutes later with two giant sodas and a bag of chips. She knew the drill. When I called, I needed to talk, but I didn't want to go anywhere public. “So, who was the new guy?” Mia asked, opening her soda. She took a big sip. “I saw a black SUV outside your place. Looked expensive and definitely not your mom’s taste.” I ripped open the bag of chips. The salt and crunch felt good. “That was Theo,” I said. “Dominic’s cousin just moved to the city.” Mia looked interested. “Dominic’s cousin, huh? Is he hot? Like, Dominic-hot or just normal-hot?” I chewed my chips slowly. I avoided looking at Mia, staring out the window instead. “He’s hot,” I admitted. “Tall, dark hair, really confident. The kind of confidence that just means he’s a jerk, he’s arrogant.” “Oh, the worst kind of hot,” Mia said, making a face. “But wait, Theo. Like, Theodor? I

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Ivy's pov I woke up thirsty, not just a little thirsty, but the kind where your throat feels like sandpaper. I checked the clock, 3:45 AM. Too late to be awake, too early to start the day. I slipped out of my room. I didn't bother with the lights. The house was always noisy during the day, but at night, the silence pressed in. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard something. A low, wet sound. It wasn't loud, but it didn't belong. It made me stop dead on the third step from the bottom. I froze, leaning into the shadows of the hallway wall. My heart started that familiar fast thump, the one that meant trouble was close. I peered around the corner. The living room was dark, but the streetlight outside shone through the big front window, lighting up the area around the couch. And that's where they were. My mom was on the couch, half-dressed. A man was on top of her. He was older, maybe bald, and had a cheap-looking leather jacket draped over the coffee table. The air was thic

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Ivy's pov He pressed himself against me, his cock hard through his sweatpants, grinding into my hip. His eyes were dark, burning. “You came here,” he said, voice low and mean. “You know what this means.” “Means you want me,” I said, trying to sound tough, but my voice shook. “Means I’m gonna take everything,” he growled, yanking my panties down so hard they tore. I was naked now, exposed, my pussy already wet, aching. He shoved me toward the leather sofa, and I stumbled, falling onto it, the cool leather hitting my skin. He was on me in a second, his weight crushing me, his mouth on mine, kissing hard, teeth biting my lip. His hands were everywhere, grabbing my thighs, spreading them wide. He bit my collarbone, then my boob, sucking my nipple hard, making me cry out, the sting mixing with heat. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hand shoving between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit roughly. I moaned, loud, my hips bucking as he pushed two fingers into my pussy, pumping fast, stret

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Ivy’s pov He reached out and brushed the back of his fingers across my arm, from my shoulder down to my elbow. It was a quick, light touch, but it felt like a brand. I yanked my arm away like I'd been burned. "Don't touch me," I warned him. My voice was low, and I meant it to sound deadly. He just grinned. "Why? Getting nervous? You know, you and I are a lot alike, Ivy. We both like to take what we want. The only difference is, I'm available." "You're disgusting," I spat. "Maybe," he agreed, still smiling. "But I bet you like that kind of disgusting. You look like the kind of girl who wants something she shouldn't have." I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream so loud Dominic would come running down the stairs and throw Theo through the window but I stayed still. I just stared him down. "Get out," I repeated, pointing toward the hallway. "Now. I swear, if I see you again today, I'll tell Dominic you were messing with his work stuff." His smirk finally faded slightly. The on

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Ivy's pov The next few days were hell. Every time I saw my mom, I felt anger. Every time I looked at Dominic, I felt the sharp ache of need and fear. He still hadn't dealt with her cheating, and the whole house felt like a ticking clock. After dinner one night, I just cracked. The air felt too thick inside the house. I had to get out, even if it meant doing something stupid. I walked past Dominic’s study, and the door was open just enough that I could see him. He was at his desk, but he wasn't working. He was just staring at his computer screen, looking heavy and tired. I walked right in. I didn't knock or say anything smart. He looked up, and his face instantly lost that tired look. It was replaced with something dark and alert, he didn't even pretend to be busy. "I need to leave," I said, my voice quiet but tight. He raised an eyebrow. "Leave? Where are you going to go?" "I don't know," I said, rubbing my arms. "Just... away, I can’t stand being here." "Hmmmm… Five minute

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Ivy's pov The kitchen smelled bad. That was the first thing. I was leaning against the counter, just staring at my phone. I was supposed to be watching the microwave, where we were heating popcorn. We planned to watch a movie, but I was way too distracted to focus on anything. My phone screen showed the last few texts from late last night. I kept reading them over and over. I was smiling like an idiot, I knew it. The whole world felt a little blurry and unreal. Then I heard Mia. “Ivy!” she snapped. I jumped and fumbled the phone. It almost slid off the counter. Gray smoke was pouring out of the microwave vents. I hit the stop button, but the smell of burnt kernels was already filling the room. It was terrible. Mia walked over quickly. She opened the microwave door and pulled the steaming hot bag out. She threw the entire thing into the trash can without even looking at it. “You’re going to burn the building down,” she said. Her voice was flat. “You are totally out of it.”

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Dominic's pov A few days later, I was downstairs in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee that tasted like burnt gasoline. It was seven in the morning, and the silence of the house was quiet. I poured the coffee and turned around to leave, but Theo was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame like he owned the place. He was in a fresh t-shirt, looking completely rested, too rested. "Morning, Uncle Dom," he said, pushing off the door. He didn't sound like he meant it. "Go back to bed, Theo," I said, walking toward the pantry. "Nah, I'm up," he replied, following me like a shadow. "Couldn't sleep, actually. This place is too exciting these days." I pulled out a box of granola bars, trying to ignore him. "What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckled, a low, annoying sound. "It means the house has a new vibe. Since Ivy got back, the air is thick. You can almost cut it with a knife." I put the granola bars on the counter and finally looked at him. My jaw was already tight,

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