Novel & Cerita Anya Ivy Real Name

, Anne said as she handed me a plate of spaghetti and lobsters. "Thank you, Anne". I immediately dug into the food and it tasted very delicious. After my lunch, I went back to work and served a few customers. Anne approached me with a tray of empty plates so I could return it to the kitchen. I was on my way to the kitchen when my phone buzzed In my trouser pocket. I pulled it out of my pocket to look at the caller on the screen. It was Ava's mum. "Hello, Ivy dear", I heard her voice from the other end of the phone. She calls me Ivy because she prefers it to Ivory.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Even Olivia's death had no effect on Zayden. 'But why? Why is he doing all this and helping me all the time?' Olivia thought. "Miss," Ivy called out. "Ah, I'm sorry, Ivy. I'm not focused, by the way, since earlier you told me about stock prices and some things about business. It seems like you understand quite well and have a lot of experience about business," Olivia said. Ivy smiled there. "I'm a business major. And actually, my job at Mr. Zayden's place is not just that of a bodyguard, but that of a hacker," Ivy said with a small smile.

“Did you succeed in becoming Valtor's savior… or did you just get tired of the city's rent prices?" “Valtor, huh?” Ivy snorts as she straightens up from the sink. She rubs a hand across her mouth, wiping away any excess water, before her gaze fixes on me. “To answer your question, though, no, I didn’t exactly become his savior. More like his unwilling accessory to international art forgery. Long story short, I ran for my life, ditched my phone, hopped on a plane, and here I am.” I raise an eyebrow, my gaze drifting from her frazzled expression to the space behind her. “That's strange…Where's your luggage?”

She knew. Were they going to kill me to silence me? “I trust you won’t tell anyone.” “I won’t gain anything from telling anyone.” She gave a nod, “Then I should properly introduce myself to you.” She stepped forward, “My name is Ivy. You already know that I am related to Landon. But I’m also his right hand woman. Miles shares the same position as me. While I deal with gathering intelligence, Miles is more known for his ruthless nature.” I looked at Landon who seemed to have a small smile on his face as he watched our interaction.

Voss looked up and confirmed it, and the man's whole face lit up. "I'm so happy to see you. I actually came home specifically for the party this weekend. It's a real pleasure." I sat there quietly, still working through the last twenty minutes in my head, while Voss offered him a polite autograph. Then the man turned his attention to me. "Wait, aren't you Ivy? The Ashcombe PR manager?" "I am," I said. "I'm a huge fan, honestly. You're brilliant. I see you around the pitch all the time." He smiled

I grabbed a bottle, pouring myself a drink. "Who is the beauty behind you?" Jericho asked, his eyes on the lady beside Faye. Faye glanced at her and nodded but I ignored them, concentrating on my drink. She was not my headache anyways. "I'm Ivy Rose, Alpha Alec's and Alpha Tyler's mate, your future Luna Queen. I immediately spilled the entire drink in my mouth, my eyes wide opened in horror. "What!!!!" Tyler and I suddenly yelled. What the fuck was Ivy doing here?

After having been missing for many years, my biological parents found me at the age of sixteen. By that time, there was already someone else living in the family home who had taken my place as the Johnston family’s daughter. My parents, my older brother, and my fiance said warningly, “Don’t you dare act spoiled or entitled just because you’re a Johnston by blood. Also, don’t cause Hannah one ounce of trouble.” The entire family prioritized Hannah in every matter, which made me seem more like a maid whenever I was with them. For two years, I let them walk all over me, until they decided to use my near-perfect SAT score of 1550 to get Hannah, who had scraped together an 850, into an Ivy Le

said Alistair. "Is that true?" asked Catherine surprised. Alistair nodded slowly, "That's right." "You know that Ivy looks a lot like you and is as beautiful as you. If you could meet her, you would be happy," continued Alistair with a broad smile. "Please tell me about your ex," Catherine pleaded, she was curious to know what a woman named Ivy was like. "Alright," said Alistair, "She is my fiancé, she is beautiful and kind and charming. Ivy was born in France and serves as CEO of Vernon Bank."

We might present ourselves as one big, loving family, but I know deep down that my brothers would do anything to secure that position for themselves. It didn’t take long to run a background check on Ivy. Her full name is Ivy Alessia Hall. She’s never been married, but she did date a jerk, as Cotti informed me. She has only a high school diploma but a passion for fashion. She has no criminal history, and her parents are deceased. She has no family.