Novel & Cerita Poison Ivy's Daughter

“I didn’t say you are a delicate doll. I just want you to absorb this information slowly. I’ve faced violence and deaths, but when my father told me about this, it took me a while to wrap it around my head.” “I’m fine,” she replied stubbornly. “Now, my life is in danger because of a woman.” “She’s the daughter of the head of a crime family. The sister of the man who ordered to kidnap you.” “W-what? What do you mean?” The color drained from her face. London looked like she was about to collapse. “Pa, please?” “H-He kidnapped me? The guy. Ivy.” “No, Vanderford. Ivy is just a small fish in the ocean.”

"I dare you Ivy, Alpha's daughter or not, I will beat you to a pulp. I may be an Omega, but I have more power in me than you could ever dream of." Ivy whimpered, shrinking away from me. "I—I didn't mean—"

She is a badass, and she wants nothing more than to sink her claws and teeth into Ashti and Briell. But I have to make sure she keeps being hidden for now. No one here knows of my “tendencies” as my family calls them, no one besides the devils I live with that is. The Poison Ivy also represents how I was born first, but does nothing but bring misery and tragedy to everyone I come into contact with. Or so they say.

“I like to catch them. Auntie says they’re slimy, just like me.” My jaw tightened. Toad. Serena had named my daughter after a fucking animal. I was furious, but completely confused at the same time. My mind went back to that journal I found upstairs, and suddenly, everything began to make sense—if Serena had been forcing Ivy to write those things, then maybe she had brainwashed her. It wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for a girl that young in a place like this, terrified and separated from her family with no one but her insane aunt to turn to.

"I found out, just a few minutes ago, something. Ivy isn't a Larson. Biologically that is. The Larson was forced to adopt her in exchange for money." I bobbed my head as I listened to his report. "Why? Who's her biological parents?" Ran lean closer. Closer enough that he could whisper. "She's one of the illegitimate daughters of a former mafia leader. After the death of his father, nine of them—including her—were sent for adoption. Leaving Jion to solely heir of Vendetta." My mind was blown from his news. All I thought was that Ivy was one of Jion's fling or girlfriends. But it's even worse. "Are you sure?" Ran nodded at me. "How about Donnie? Do you have any update about his body?"

"Is it the cold? Or are you finally realizing that there is no 'away' for you? Every gate you pass through, I am already there. I am the gate." Ivy tried to pull back, her mind screaming that this was not the man she loved, but a hollowed-out version of him, a machine wearing his skin. But her body was a traitor. The scent of him—ozone, salt, and that dark, intoxicating musk—was a drug she had been addicted to for forty years of loops. "You killed our daughter," she hissed, tears spilling over. "You let me believe she was real, and you gave me a doll."

I’d have to find where Hachiro buried the guy to dig him up and shoot him a few more times or something. “Hibiki?” Miu questioned, unsettled by what I was asking Ivy. “Ivy‘s mother had accepted money from men for Ivy to do sexual acts. Violet is her daughter, not her sister, as a result.” I managed to get the words to pass through my lips. It sickened me to no end. And I swear I will find her mother and have her in jail for child abuse and sex trafficking.

But I had thought they were scientists who just wanted to turn me into some lab rat because of my rare rod-like pupils. "What are you doing?" She asks, her eyes resting on the bunch of flowers in my hands. "Making a posy for Romeo." I announce, waving the bunch of flowers in the air before proceeding to string a red ribbon around them, "Because I'm the best girlfriend ever." "Mrs. Ferguson and her grandson were just letting out curse words at the unfortunate human being that dared to tamper with their flowers," She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?"

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

I nodded but then thought for a second, “How do I know this is real?” I asked, “Am I truly here?” She giggled and got down to my level, “Look to your daughter for reassurance. Then you will know.” It didn’t make any sense, but I knew better than to argue with the Moon Goddess, real or not. I nodded then turned back to my family, “I’m ready.” Before I knew it, I was screaming as I felt my daughter leave my body. “It’s a girl.” The doctor announced; Andrew kissed my lips and made sure I was okay before meeting her. “Let me just make sure you’re okay, Mrs. Levette.”