Novel & Cerita Scandalized Ivy Owens

People she once called friends were reposting the scandal with captions like ‘Never expected this from her. Her hand shook as she turned the phone off completely. She wanted to disappear. Across the city, in a glass-walled penthouse overlooking the Thames, Roy Sinclair nursed a cup of black coffee, scrolling through his phone with a grim expression. “Mate, you’re trending everywhere,” his friend Aaron said from the couch, smirking. “Not the kind of PR you like, huh? ‘Mystery Billionaire Spends Night with Bride-to-Be.’ Classic.” Roy shot him a sharp glare. “It’s not funny.”

He thought that would be the end of it, but the next day, the video of me confronting Lisa went viral. Of course, the hottest topic was the scandal about David and Henry.

She felt that her relationship with Harry was not for something serious. Kimberly descended the stairs very elegantly. An olive green satin dress was her choice tonight. The dress looked shiny when the light hit it. Spaghetti straps and a cowl neckline showed off Kimberly's alabaster skin. Kimberly tied up her hair, making her beautiful neck even more visible.

Savannah said, throwing her head back in a low cackle. Snatching the phone from Savannah, my mouth fell open to see a picture of Bladen with one of his hands tangled in a woman’s hair, and the other roughly gripping one of her asscheeks as he kissed her in the middle of the streets. That woman…was freaking me! And I still had the same dress and shoes on! “What the heck have I gotten myself into?” I questioned myself. But most importantly, how was I going to get myself out of this mess?

“Was it your intention to keep this a secret? Because my hand is on your waist in public and that will spark up rumors.” Ivy looked at Miranda, and I followed her gaze and saw that Miranda’s face had turned pale with shock and anger, but she still smiled at us. She still kept her composure, but I could see the pretense. Her hands were shaking and her smile was strained. She was barely holding it in together. Then Ivy looked back at me and smiled. “No. I do not want to hide anymore.” I turned to the crowd and said in a loud voice that carried through the hall. “Ivy Morgan is mine. She is my choice and I claim her in front of everyone. She is the woman I want. The woman I choose.”

My name was Millie Wilson. I was a dance freshman at my university. Less than a month into the semester, the boys privately rated me as the most beautiful girl on campus. As I walked around campus, their lecherous gazes wrapped around my body like snakes, sliding down from my chest to my thighs before crawling back to my face. I knew what they were thinking: filthy and lustful thoughts. However, I enjoyed such gazes. Whenever I deliberately swayed my hips as I walked across the basketball court, the balls that the boys were holding would suddenly lose control.

Ivy Thornfield strolled into our space, her inner circle following close behind like a pack of wolves. She wore the exact same violet-blue uniform, but on her, the color looked dead, drained of any light. Her friends fanned out in a semi-circle, their faces twisted into identical smirks. "Using children for publicity now, Lumira?" Ivy sneered, stopping close enough that I could smell the heavy scent of her rose perfume hiding something sour underneath. "It is a bit desperate, even for you. What is next, passing out bread to the peasants in the lower districts?"

Ivy brought out her phone and showed the hate comments to Skyler. "You know I'm shooting a new movie with Blake Andrews and his girlfriend Regina Wilson didn't seem happy about it, you know she even warned me to stay away from him and I don't know why she went as far as to do this interview. Now the whole world thinks I'm a homewrecker" Ivy explained and sniffed back the tears that were trying to come out from her eyes again. "I know Regina Wilson, I was a fan of her because I thought she was pretty but not anymore" Skyler scoffed and returned Ivy's phone to her.

Bianca started, “but I see it on someone who makes me gag at the mere thought of her.” Ivy stepped back a bit, tightening her fists. Her breathing became heavy, with her heart pounding. Both her palms and face became sweaty as it was evident that she was in trouble. “I mean,” Bianca continued, “I would have sincerely loved to believe that she picked it up from the dumpster you trashed the dress in. But she told me to my face that it was bought.” Ivy’s knee gave out as she pressed her sweaty palms together, bowing her head to the ground, so that her hands were held together above her head.