Novel & Cerita Scandalized Ivy Owens

Ivy’s lips curve up in a good mood, and she continues to watch the broadcast with joy while humming. Suddenly, Ivy leans forward and speaks in a hushed voice. However, due to the closeness of the staff, it’s right to say that everyone can hear the words that Ivy is speaking: “How’s Aunt and Uncle? I heard that that shameless mistress that is pregnant for Uncle still stays in the mansion? Aunt didn’t accept the divorce, right…” Before Ivy can complete her words, Willa’s expression changes due to unhappiness, and she glares at Ivy with reddened eyes.

His focus was solely on Evangeline during this time, and Monica was not liking any of it. Monica was displeased with how Zach was solely focused on his wife, making her feel invisible. This fueled her anger, pushing her to start scheming ways to regain his attention. That day, a sudden and piercing scream tore through the silence, accompanied by the sharp crash of glass from downstairs. Startled, both Zach and Evangeline shot up, their eyes locking in shared concern. "Zachary! Help! I'm in pain!" Monica's desperate cry echoed from the kitchen. Zach, feeling a rush of adrenaline, instinctively moved towards the door, but Evangeline's eyes pleaded with him.

I didn't know what to say, also didn't know how to act normal around her, knowing that she was Abbie's cousin. The cousin of the girl I loved. Ivy was still looking at me. She might be wondering why I was acting differently every time we talk. I just couldn't look her directly in the eye. It feels... so weird. "What happened to that man, anyway? Who is he? What did he want from me?" she asked consistently, looking at me. "He's in his place. His rightful place," I told her. ___ The screams of the people who committed uncountable mistakes inside Mirfield welcomed me as I walk down the dungeon where they are supposed to stay and pay for everything they did.

"I know this is very sudden, you must feel dizzy now." "No, Miss. sorry, if I'm not focused. I agree with Miss's idea, I'm sure we can do that. You are great. I really admire you, Miss." "Okay. Hopefully we can finish it on time. Just leave it for now D. r Corporation can smile with pride over products that are plagiarized from our products. I will laugh out loud in front of the new CEO of the company after our product is released because he can't beat Jessica Anastasya Moris by cheating like this. I will gift his a skirt."

" Ivy started to explain as she felt a chill run down her spine. She explained that Mr. Jones Vones had been taunting her ever since she refused his offer to be his submissive. She had been trying to ignore him, but his advances had become more and more aggressive. Just the other day, she had received a note at her desk. It was written in a crude, childish scrawl and it was smeared with what looked like blood. She didn't even want to think about what it meant. Ivy told Rafe of the one time she was walking past Mr. Jones Vones' office when he called out to her. She had frozen. She remembered he had a sinister look in his eyes and he said, “I know that you rejected my offer, but I’m still offe

Then, he quietly replied, “You’ll do.” The words should have stung, but instead, they sparked something I didn’t want to feel, which was the need to prove him wrong, to show I wasn’t just a pawn. Lunch didn’t help. While eating at the break room, I overheard whispers someone commenting on the scandal, someone else smirking as I passed by. Anger and embarrassment twisted inside me, but I refused to let it show. I kept my head down, ate quickly. “She’s Lucio’s assistant?” one voice murmured as I passed the break room. “That… girl from the scandal?”. Another added, “Bet she slept her way in.”

Dylan raised his eyebrow and patted her shoulder a comforting gesture as he spoke. Ivy watched Dylan her mind crowed with thoughts of her mum, William’s interaction and of what her aunt showed her. She sighed. She was about to speak when as if winter itself engulfed Ivy, Ivy felt frozen her fingers numb and looking at them. Her hands covered in wounds that weren’t hers. As if she tried clawing her way out, of the small space she was suddenly in. There was no light sauce or space. She stood in wet and solid pants; tears stained her cheeks.

I turned quickly to see Dante at the base of the stairs. He looked rather shocked to see me. “Ivy? Wow. I didn’t expect you to be here.” Seeing him sparked irritation in my heart. “You left without me, Dante. You left without a prior message.” “It’s not what you think. I…” “It’s that the PR girl? Oh, I didn’t realize Ashcombe needed damage control so quickly.” Solange said from behind as she approached Dante. Right before my eyes, she pulled him in for a kiss. “Damage control?”

Like he was spending something he did not have enough of. He opened his mouth. Nothing came out. I watched Cyrus Wray — the man who had walked into every room of his life like he already owned it — stand at the end of my garden path and find absolutely nothing. I had imagined this moment. Not every day. I was not a woman who lived inside imagined moments. But enough times to believe I was prepared for it. I was not prepared for it. "Ivy." My name in his mouth after five years sounded wrong and exactly right at the same time and I hated both things equally.

Suppressing her anger, Ivy sneered and continued, "What, did I hit a nerve? But what I said is true. Everyone in the office knows about your disgraceful deeds! You're just envious that Emma had the heir, while you had an unwanted child!" Ivy kept on taunting. Last night, Tina Ives had approached her, promising her a deputy director position if she spread rumors about Sarah framing her sister. The temptation was too great for Ivy to resist, especially since she and Sarah had been at odds for a long time. Thinking of something, Ivy raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, and I heard you once had a child who was stillborn. Maybe it knew it had a mother like you, so it preferred to die in the womb