บททั้งหมดของ I’m Yours, Mr. Blackwood: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

IVY’S POVMy hands dropped from Ethan’s cheeks and I spun around, my eyes darting toward the dining table. My breath hitched when I realized we weren't alone. Three women were sitting there, watching our entire exchange.Seated at the head of the table was Helen Carter, Ethan’s mother. Her spine was perfectly straight, highlighting her silvering hair she pulled back into a flawless bun. Helen had never liked me but she usually masked it with fake smiles and backhanded compliments. Tonight, though, the mask was completely off. If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead right there from the glare she threw my way.To her right was Chloe, Ethan’s teenage sister, who was staring at me like I was covered in vomit.And on the left sat a girl I had never seen before in my life. She looked like she had just stepped off a New York Fashion Week runway. Her skin was airbrushed-perfect and she wore a tailored, cream-colored blazer that practically screamed old money. In fact, everything about

IVY’S POVThe air completely left my lungs as my eyes widened to the size of giant meatballs. "What? Fired? Why? I’ve never been late! I work extra shifts whenever anyone asks and I—""It has nothing to do with your work ethic, Ivy," her voice dropped low. "It’s about your ex-boyfriend's mother, Helen Carter."I froze and my breath caught in my throat at the mention of that name."She visited my main corporate office this morning," Mrs. Gable continued, looking at her perfectly manicured fingers instead of directly at my face. "Apparently, her son's new fiancée is Clara Vance and the Vance family owns a huge part of the supply company that funds this diner and three other businesses I own. At first, she said some silly things about you and when she saw I didn’t believe her, she made it very clear that if you keep working for me, the Vance family will pull all their money. That means I would lose everything."“What did she say about me?”“That you tried to poison her once because she d

IVY’S POVFrom the way her face was now serious as she asked this, I could tell that Mrs. Reynolds cared deeply for this family and she was trying to make sure she was leaving them in good hands. Mrs. Gable told me that she’s worked for Mr. Blackwood for twenty years, even before he got married to his late wife."The truth is yes, I’m here for the money but when Mrs. Gable told me about Mrs. Blackwood's death, a part of me felt sorry for her daughter", I felt my throat tighten from the weight of the words I was about to spill out but I forced them out anyway. "I know exactly what it feels like to wake up crying in a house where no one is there to comfort you. After I lost both of my parents in a car crash when I was fifteen, it was very hard for me to adjust to my new reality. I spent so many nights waking up in the dark, wishing my mom or dad was there to hold me and tell me it was going to be okay when life became tough. But nobody ever came."The room felt more quiet than it was be

IVY’S POVFinding Ethan’s office was surprisingly easy. I found his name on the building directory downstairs, rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, and followed the signs right to his door.When I walked in, Ethan was slouched at his desk, staring intensely at his computer screen. The wrinkle lines on his forehead were deeply etched, his hair was messy and dark circles sagged under his eyes.Looking at him, a weird numbness hit my chest. He used to be the most handsome guy but now he just looked ordinary. All I could remember was the cold look on his face when he told me to get my clingy ass out of his apartment. And just like that, I felt the very last bit of my love for him completely drain away.Ethan finally snapped his head up and froze at the sight of me. His face hardened, and his lips curled into a cold sneer.“What are you doing here?” he snapped. “I hope you’re not here to beg me to take you back. I thought we had already established everything. It’s over, Ivy.”Before

IVY’S POVHe scoffed. “Your boyfriend? Do you think I’m stupid? I watched you sitting alone at the bar for an hour, sweetheart. You don't have a boyfriend.”I must have actually been on heaven’s good side at that exact moment. Just as the creep reached for my waist, a man stepped out of the club’s VIP exit and stopped right near the edge of the pavement.Not just any man.But one that was tall—easily over six feet two—with an imposing, broad-shouldered frame and thick arms that could effortlessly crush the creep in front of me.With him also being attractive in that tailored, black three-quarter suit, it was going to be much easier to carry out my plan.And most importantly he didn’t seem like the kind of person that would harass me for sex afterwards.“That’s him,” I said, pointing a finger directly at the hot stranger. “That’s my boyfriend.”The stranger currently had a phone pressed to his ear, his full brows furrowed in concentration. He had obviously stepped out to take whatever