Novel & Cerita Scandalized Ivy Owens

It was Owen Greer—ex-boyfriend, private investigator, and professional line-crosser. “What are you doing here?” she snapped. “You called me.” “I didn’t—” “Your assistant did. Said you were spiraling and needed backup.” Ava groaned. “I’m not spiraling.” Owen leaned forward. “You chasing a Voss scandal?” She hesitated, then nodded. His brow lifted. “You’re either very brave… or very dumb.” Ava pulled up the voice memo. Played it for him. He listened in silence. When it ended, he leaned back.

The rumors swirling around him are staggering: scandals, shady deals, and even whispers of violence. How could Ivy be so blind to his true nature? I know she's always been driven and ambitious, but this is crazy. I've got to talk some sense into her before she gets in over her head. I ring her, hoping to catch her before she makes any decisions "Ivy, listen to me. I just found out some crazy stuff about this guy. You can't seriously be thinking of working for him.” “Oh, so now I’m the one who’s crazy, huh? Remember when you married the mystery man with the mask? Yeah, that went over like a lead balloon. So forgive me if I’m not exactly quaking in my boots about Mr. Rossini."

Once she was out, the lady brought out her phone and made a call “Ivy, everything is going smoothly” “Good! Now I want you to observe them, stay very close and don’t let them get out of your sight. They’re drunk right now so they’re bound to do something crazy. I want pictures, scandalous pictures. Do you understand?” “Yes Ivy.” __________ Angela’s POV

She couldn't take this humiliation anymore. The dinner meeting had begun, and the room was filled with the sound of murmured conversations and clinking silverware. The topic of discussion was the division of territories and the handling of various illegal business ventures. However, Ivy's presence had shifted the focus of some of the attendees. Ivy's exposed thighs, visible through the high slit of her dress, had caught the attention of several men in the room. She could feel their eyes on her, stripping her naked with their gaze. She knew who was responsible for this humiliation—Victor, who sat beside her, seemingly oblivious to the commotion he had caused.

“London Vanderford started LH. That’s why it’s named after her. I wonder what she has to say about Linus Vanderford choosing it to sell instead of other brands. London, if you are watching this, feel free to give a comment on this.” I picked up the remote and changed the channel to a news network. “She was Ivan Miller before she became Ivy Jones and was last seen two days in her apartment. The police are still investigating the cause of death for foul play or if the victim committed suicide.” My eyes bulged, gaze still glued to the tv as Ivy’s picture was flashed on the screen and the video of her as they pulled her out of the river. Goosebumps erupted all over my clammy skin as my body bega

Ivy tried her best to reiterate her words and whispered, "I am shameless and lowly? I am a lunatic? Really?" "Ivy, although you forgot, everyone knows about the scandalous things you have done. You will remember it one day. I believe that when you remember it, you will be shameless enough to commit suicide again." "What is the scandal? Can you tell me?" Ivy asked. Just as Madam Sheldon was about to speak, Liam's anxious voice suddenly came from outside the house. "All of you, shut up!"

Ivy bidded one billion dollars and bought the Steel's family pendant which belonged to Old Mrs Sylvie. That wasn't the end! She had a CCTV camera hung during the Couple's Challenge and even won the challenge. That wasn't all. She got hold of the plan I had with Mr Jones about ruining WASTON Group image and was even aware that I had sex with Caleb. She got that taped at the same time. All these can't be a coincidence! No way can they be coincidence! I think they are all connected. Ivy cannot achieve all these with her ordinary power and even though she is getting help from Ethan, Ethan doesn't have access to everything in her life, especially WASTON Group.

“No, Ethan. This one gave a statement... saying they ‘regret not looking into Ivy’s background sooner.’ The press is calling it a ‘confirmed scam.’” I smiled. One push, and it all crumbled. I poured myself another drink and stepped onto the balcony. The city lights sparkled like tiny trophies. I owned this town. But before I could take a sip, Carson’s voice cut through the night again. “Sir... Ivy just posted something.” I turned slowly. “What kind of post?” He turned the screen to me. A video. No makeup. No filters. Just Ivy sitting in her office, her eyes red, but her voice calm.

I said quietly, ignoring the rest. Her eyes narrowed. “Regarding what?” “Did you meet Laura the other day? Did she say something to you? Do something?” Her jaw twitched. She looked away, gaze sliding past my shoulder. The dying light of the sunset caught in her green eyes, turning them almost gold for a second. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Ivy...” I fell forward in my seat, itching to get closer to her. She cut me off, the words spilling out sharp and bitter. “Why do you care if I met her or not? Are you scared I’m going to tattle? That I’ll tell her I’ve had you once before, that I slept with her husband?”

Seemingly intrigued by the fact that had just been revealed right before his eyes, William narrowed his eyes in surprise. "But didn't you guys just meet a few weeks ago? Ah, apparently, I was too busy to notice the romance scandal going on among my subordinates," William continued in a mocking, contemptuous tone. "Is that more important than your sabotage scandal, Mr. Sammy?" Immediately, Aileen, stung by the saboteur's insinuation, snapped in anger. The pain was momentarily forgotten. "Hey, Ms. Aileen. Please forgive my behavior just now. Does it hurt?"