Scandalized Ivy Owens Novels & Stories

“Ivy? Who does she think she is? You actually believe she's qualified to sit across the table and negotiate with me? “Mr. Cooper, it's not just that your judgment is flawed. You've made it abundantly clear that you don't take us seriously at all.” The accusation hit Sean like a slap across the face. His complexion instantly turned pale. A flash of anger crossed Ivy's eyes as well. Her gaze shifted before she suddenly blurted out, “Mr. Hayes, you're clearly in cahoots with Olivia!” When she noticed Richard's attention turn toward her, Ivy became even more confident. “Mr. Bennett, this has to be Olivia's revenge for being fired yesterday! “She fabricated the monitoring footage and bribed Mr. H

But Olivia stayed where she was, with her gaze fixed on the television. "Sis, what's wrong?" Ivy asked, seeing Olivia frozen in place and staring at the television that was showing the news about Zayden Sanders being caught on camera with Taylor. Everyone had concluded that Zayden's ex-fiancée was not really dead and had returned to him after Zayden's wife died. "Sis-?" Ivy looked at Olivia, who was shedding tears without stopping. "Ivy, am I crying?" asked Olivia, looking at Ivy. "Um, yes," Ivy replied.

“We are live in three, two...” Clearing her throat, the interview went live, people started watching immediately, filled with intrigue to know what we had to say about the pregnancy. “Welcome, viewers,” the interviewer, Lia James, beamed. “We are here with Zayne Nightwood and Kristine Iglesias, following the… scandalous news of their unexpected pregnancy.” “The word ‘scandal’ is inaccurate, Lia,” Zayne interrupted, his voice deep, smooth, and laced with a strange affection. “What is accurate then, Mr. Nightwood?”

she asked, leaning forward, her expression shifting from surprise to mild disbelief. Ivy stood frozen in place, the brown envelope in her trembling hands. Her gaze darted around the room, unable to meet Savannah’s piercing eyes. She swallowed hard, her grip on the letter tightening as if it were her lifeline. Savannah leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. "Is this some kind of joke? Because, Ivy, I don’t find it funny." "It’s not a joke," Ivy replied, her voice quieter now. Her knuckles were white against the stark contrast of the envelope. "I… I’ve made my decision."

“Further investigation made it clear that it was an Ivy who orchestrated it all.” “Ivy?” I echoed, my stomach twisting. Alaric’s gaze snapped to me. “You know her?” I hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. A few days ago, at the store…” I quickly recounted my unpleasant encounter with Ivy—the way she had thrown a tantrum over a dress and nearly caused a scene. Alaric exhaled sharply. “I can’t believe she’d try to have you both killed over something as small as that.” “That’s just it,” Damian interjected. “I thought it was weird too. Not the part where you can’t believe that was enough incentive—it is. She’s known to be extremely petty.”

Vane tapped a tablet screen, turning it toward Dante. The news cycle had moved with predatory speed. A montage of images flashed across the screen: Dante’s face under the headline THE MONSTER OF THE ALPS; a grainy video of Ivy being "rescued" from the sub-cellar (a staged lie); and a weeping Arthur St. Claire holding up a childhood photo of Ivy.

Just cold, professional correspondence through assistants. Ivy poured herself a generous glass of scotch, not caring that it was barely noon. Her perfectly curated life was unraveling at an alarming rate, and she couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, somewhere, Serena was laughing at her downfall. "It has to be her," Ivy whispered, a dangerous gleam in her eye. "Lady Lazuli... Serena... they must be connected." Ivy drained her glass and stared out at the city skyline. She hadn't clawed her way to the top just to be dethroned by some mysterious newcomer.

The image was still there,burned into my mind. Ivy’s smile. Her hand in that bastard’s. The way her head tilted back when she laughed like she didn’t have a care in the world. She looked free. Too free. I took a slow sip, jaw tense. She was supposed to be mine,at least publicly. Not parading around in tight dresses and smiling at old flames like a single girl on vacation. This was why the contract had rules. No scandals. No disrespect. No emotional complications. And definitely no headlines that made me look like a fool.

She stood hidden in place as she took pictures of the compromising scene of Jane with the mysterious man on her phone. A sly smile spread across her face as her eyes gleamed with malice. She quickly forward the picture to the projector screen in the private dining room. “Ohh Jane! You wouldn’t know what hit you when I’m done with you. Didn’t you want to marry Leonard? Let's see how you marry him after everyone has seen how shameless you are.” Ivy whispered to herself happily, sashaying back to the private room.