Novel & Cerita Anya Ivy Real Name

He was really Ivy's soulmate, he was better than all the other guys she brought home. Ivy woke up with a gasp like she’d woken up from a two-year coma. Her hand flew to her forehead as she sat up with Briar’s help. She turned to me. “I just had the worst dream of my life,” she muttered. I forced a smile, my expressions telling her that it wasn't a dream. “Tell me I’m hallucinating, please. Maybe I’m dreaming, I ate something expired, This isn’t real.” “Ivy,” I said, holding up a hand. “It’s real. I am Kessie Croft, the heiress of the lunaris fashion empire, your idol. All that.”

He was slightly stunned, and pushed the iced Americano towards her, "Take a sip, calm down." "Thank you, I'm perfectly calm." Ivy smiled faintly, pushing away the iced Americano. "Formal introduction, I'm Ivy Rosalia Jones, a doctor at the County Ordinary Clinic. Grandma Winston told me that you're introverted, prefer to live alone, and dislike socializing, which is why you work part-time at DT Investment Group." Ivy remembered that Grandma Winston had mentioned her grandson occasionally going to DT Investment Group. If she guessed correctly, he should be a part-time employee at that company.

Mark explained, a sense of pride evident in his voice. Mark and Ivy had been friends since high school. Their camaraderie had often led others to believe they were dating, given their close bond and shared interests. "Ohh Mark, it's good seeing you again," Ivy said warmly, her eyes reflecting genuine happiness at the reunion. "So, what have you been up to?" Mark asked, his curiosity mirroring Ivy's own. "A lot has been going on over the past few years that I can't talk about. But all is well. I got reunited with my real parents, and I'm a musician now. I'm Yvette Quinn," Ivy explained, a hint of pride in her voice.

"Don't I? You went to great lengths to capture me. It can't be just to slap me. Let me guess, you're jealous because your brother likes me more than you?" Ivy's eyes widened with rage. "Nonsense! Jealous of you? You're just a country bumpkin. You’re nothing compared to me. I'm an upper-class woman, respected by everyone. Who do you think you are?" "If I don't know you, why do you want me dead?" Nina pondered aloud, her eyes fixed on Ivy. "Stop staring at me!" Ivy snapped, feeling unnerved under Nina's gaze. "Ivy..." Nina repeated her name thoughtfully. "Is that really your name, or did you take someone else's identity?"

At the first glance, Boone could tell that she is one of the faces that he sees on every social gathering that he partakes in. Their eyes met, she smiled and walked toward him. Her hips sway on every step of the staircase that she takes. Calculated on every move and yet full of grace. “Hi. You must be Boone Wright?” Her smile didn’t leave her face as she extended a hand in front of him. “Ivy. Ivy Larson. Youngest daughter of Brady and Christie Larson and Henrick Evans’ future wife.” Boone was speechless at the woman’s long introduction. A combination of startle and confusion was on his face and the woman found it amusing. After a few seconds of not accepting her handshake, Ivy pulled away he

“What's your name princess?” “Ivy. What's yours? Are you my mommy's friend?” “I'm Ava, and yes. I'm your mom's friend.” Ivy sniffed and her eyes widen. “You are like us!” “That's right, I am. But you are more than I am.” Ava smiled. “If you are mom's friend, how come you've never visited us before?” Ava ruffled her hair and help her open the snack. “That's a long story, I'll tell you some other time.”

13 - Can I join in the hug? Aiden “Why are you so late—oh.” I watched Ivy’s blue eyes widen when she glanced beside me. “Hey, Bug,” Hayden grinned, looking at his little sister who stood at the doorway. Zara, the Princess of Azmia and fiancée of my best-friend waved at Ivy. Ivy didn’t miss a beat and lunged in her arms and hugged her as much as she could with a huge bump between them. I had asked Hayden in the car if they were having twins, and by the look of horror between the couple, I knew my answer.

CAMEIL It took me by surprise to also see Ivy standing here as if she is the CEO of WASTON Group. But why? “I haven't come here to take the post of the CEO of WASTON Group nor identify myself as the CEO of WASTON Group…” Ivy finally responded, keeping her tone firm and refusing eye contact with anyone. “I have come here to actually stand in place for the CEO of WASTON Group!” She completed and finally looked at Lysander and I, probably to see our reaction.

Antonio was dying and he needed someone strong to take over his empire and who better than a kid he found on the streets in Italy that was heading down a wrong path. I changed my name legally once I was back to the state I no longer wanted anything to do with Isla Martago’s name so I became Avery Cole. The door opened and Luciano stood there with his hands behind his back. His timing is fucking impeccable. I stood on my feet and took long strides toward him. “It’s all there. You were right he’s been doing more than watching her,” Luciano hands me the folder and I quickly open it and grab the photos and flip through them. My jaw clutches tightly.

Since Ivy and her family didn't care, why should I bother hiding the truth on their behalf? At that moment, Ivy went up on stage and picked up the microphone. "I'm so happy that all of you have joined me to celebrate the birth of my son. Before this, I never thought about becoming a mother. I always felt like I wouldn't be able to be a good one. "However, when I was lying in the delivery room and heard him cry for the first time, it finally hit me just how noble a mother's love could be." She spoke with such earnest emotion, almost as if she would tear up from hearing her own moving words at any moment now.