Scandalized Ivy Owens Novels & Stories

There was murmuring around, but Ivy ignored it. "What happened next? Did that despicable guy do anything to you?" Mason asked worriedly. "Do you want to know?" Ivy probed, noticing Mason's curiosity, who nodded in acknowledgment. "If you don't mind." "I don't mind." Ivy said it casually. Then she rolled up her sleeve, revealing a large scar on her arm. Mason looked closely, not knowing what to say and even more confused about Ivy's intentions. "See the scar? A trophy left behind from that memorable scuffle," she boasted proudly.

“No wonder she was so calm. She was the real deal. What the hell was Ivy Williams thinking?” “Miss L, we are so sorry for insulting you! You’re the best!” Meanwhile, Ivy Williams was now a subject of ridicule as the scandal blew out of proportion. The headlines about her were not friendly. [Ivy Williams: The plagiariser!] [Ivy Williams lost her touch.] Those who once loved and supported Ivy were disappointed in her. They now questioned her integrity and turned the comment section on the social media pages into a battlefield of mocking comments. “Ivy Williams should be banned! She’s a thief!”

she mocked. Ivy tried to take the drafts back, but Tiffany and Cindy pushed Ivy hard. Ivy's stumbled back and twisted her ankle in her attempt to stop the fall. Catherine and her friends started laughing at her thinking that she would fall. But two strong arms caught Ivy around her waist, stopping her from falling. Everyone froze with shock. Catherine glared at Ivy with resentment. Ivy on the other hand immediately recognised the scent which she was craving for a week now. She looked at him with so many conflicting emotions. Longing, happiness, confusion were among them.

Sensing another scoop, the media instantly started recording, ready to twist every word. “Mr. Ward, is what Mr. Shaw saying true?” “Is Ms. Bennett really pregnant?” I stayed calm and addressed them unhurriedly. “Ivy is indeed pregnant, but…” Everyone held their breath. “She’s not pregnant with my child.” The moment those words dropped, the whole room erupted. Countless microphones and flashes were thrust toward Ivy as her last scrap of dignity was torn apart by me. “How… how did you know?” Without answering, I turned and walked away.

Ivy wasn’t sure what to think with his words and actions, not matching anything she expected from Heath. The man screwed to her without taking her underwear off, told her he welcomed getting her pregnant, and proposed marriage to avoid any hint of scandal. All just a few hours after finding out he’d divorced another woman.

Ivy spat, her voice dripping with malice. Iris's mouth opened in shock. "What...what are you talking about?" "Oh, don't play innocent with me!" Ivy stormed forward, jabbing a finger at Iris. "You caused this, you dirty little gold digger!” "Ivy!" Mr. Kendrick's voice boomed, silencing the room. "What on earth are you talking about?" "Dad," Ivy said, turning to him with a triumphant smirk. "This woman isn't who she says she is. She's not some fashion designer-she's a stripper, a manipulative liar who tricked Ryan into marrying her."

She was aware of her manipulative skills. "I know, Ivy. But I am so frustrated, honestly," She palmed her face and grumbled. "Dillon won't help you, but guess what!" Ivy said, twitching her brows and making a funny face. "What! I don't have time for your pranks, Ivy. You know how much I chased this job before I finally got it. I can't imagine losing it just a few days after I started," "I got a piece of news for you. Wait! What am I even saying? It's a piece of big news. It's going to throw the country into chaos because their beautiful, most perfect, and immaculate entertainment doll is involved," Ivy informed, dramatically.

The hall exploded not all at once but in that rolling wave of whispers that spreads through a crowd when they've been given something to hold onto. "A criminal's daughter sleeping with a rogue?" "Always knew she'd end up like her mother—" "Disgrace to the pack—" "She brought a rogue into our territory—" Ivy stood in the middle of all of it in her simple white blouse and dark jeans, her long dark hair loose, her eyes red, and she didn't crumble. "None of that is what happened," I said, and something in my voice cut through the noise enough that the room quieted. I looked directly at Noah.

She hesitated for a second before clicking it. From: Preston Gray. Subject: You need to see this. She swallowed hard and clicked the attachment in the email. A file began to load on her screen, it was filled with documents, transaction records, and images. She began to read, eyes widening at the horrors she was reading which seemed to be getting more damning with each page. Ivy wasn’t just a cunning businesswoman—she was a criminal. Even the things Killian had leaked didn't make up for half the things Ivy had done. It had more depth to it than he had even realized.