Novel & Cerita Scandalized Ivy Owens

As Damien's car sped away from the venue of the gala, then city lights blurred into streaks of color. Flora sat in the passenger seat of the luxurious car, scrolling through the gossip site that had previously maligned her. This time, she was pleased to see that High Society Scandals were running an article on Olivia’s utter breakdown at the charity gala. The headline was sensational: "Scandal Unfolds: Olivia X's Explosive Outburst at Charity Gala Reveals Infidelity Drama!"

We must have been so deeply in love. The very thought of it was sickening. She was like a parasite, devouring what used to be a happy life. I removed my SIM card and flushed it down the toilet. Afterward, I soaked in the bathtub, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. It was all finally coming to an end. The next morning, I was woken by Suzy knocking at the door. My company had gone public, and shares were skyrocketing. Suzy had brought a big cake to celebrate, insisting I try a few bites.

The woman then said, "The last few weeks, I've only had sex with you." "I don't believe you!" said Ed Shane immediately. "You can call Lucy if you don't believe me." Ivy said in a cold voice. Ivy then took out her cell phone from her work uniform pocket. She turned on the cell phone and searched for the name of Lucy Malvia--the pimp who had hired her. Tuuutttttttttttttttttttttttttt .... The sound of voice calls trying to connect with Lucy was heard. Ivy turned on the loud speaker on her cellphone so that Lucy's voice could later be heard by herself and Ed Shane.

“Or notice you?” I smile. It’s small, sharp, and determined. “I’ll make him.” There’s a beat of silence as that sinks in. Then all three girls grab cushions, press them to their faces, and scream. I scream too. It’s chaotic, high-pitched, ridiculous, and very, very real. I’m going to sleep with Owen Kyle. I’m going to humble the golden boy of Briarwood High. I don’t admit it out loud, not even to myself, but the truth sparks inside my chest, small but impossible to ignore:

And the deeper we dug, the more filth we uncovered. It was like living in a nightmare where every truth felt more horrific than the last. But eventually… we rose from it. Now Ivy is the CEO of Noir Elixir. She fought for that position with everything she had. She clawed her way through boardrooms and courtrooms, silencing the doubters and proving her worth. And while the world was watching her transformation, Scott’s life was falling apart. Scott is in jail for attempted murder. He shot Alfred. He didn’t just aim to hurt him— he meant to end his life. He nearly killed the one man who had shown me nothing but unwavering love. The one man who held me when I broke, who stood beside me through s

She knew when they started, she was just a college girl, having nothing to her name except her brain and talent. She was okay with the secret marriage in the past as it was obvious the public would drag Ryder for marrying such an average girl—but now, she has become famous with her designs, worthy of a man like him, why was he still denying her in public and showing Sheila instead? Ivy bit her lower lip. “It’s alright Mr Wayne, I'd also like to know who I offended so much to want to harm me,” she replied to Carl, ignoring Ryder. Ryder sighed deeply, his eyes going between Carl and Ivy. What exactly happened to Ivy?

I could see that broken message crystal still clutched in his arms. The moment our eyes met, a powerful force suddenly wrapped me in a tight embrace. Owen's voice trembled as he buried his head in the crook of my neck, crying like a child who knew he'd done something wrong. "Ivy, where did you go? I missed you so much." I pushed him away with all my strength and asked coldly, "Are you disappointed to see me alive?" Owen shook his head. His voice was choked with emotion as he said, "No, Ivy, I'm happy to see you alive!"

I whispered, my heart leaping into my throat as a shadow passed by the frosted glass window of the motel room. A sharp, impatient knock rattled the door. Jeremy stepped back into the shadow of the bathroom door frame, out of sight. I swallowed the lump of pure terror in my throat, walked over, and turned the deadbolt. Ivy Quinn stood on the concrete walkway, her heavy backpack slung over one shoulder. She looked at me with a smug, victorious grin, stepping into the room without even being invited. "So it was you, Anna Spears," Ivy said, tossing her bag onto the single vinyl armchair in the corner. "So what scandal do you have for me, where are the evidence?"

My heart stopped as Chloe stood up from the front row and walked toward the second podium, her eyes avoiding mine completely as she adjusted her neat uniform skirt and cleared her throat into the microphone. "Chloe, please tell the board what you observed on the night of the thirteenth," Mr. Harrington instructed, nodding encouragingly at her. "I went to Ivy's dorm room around eleven to borrow a textbook, and when I walked in, she was sitting at her desk with a stack of printed chemistry papers that looked exactly like the official exams," Chloe said, her voice sounding small and innocent as she gripped the edges of the podium. "I asked her what they were, and she got really nervous and shov

She said, "We weren't intended to start you believing in rubbish; we were supposed to make him believe it." Ivy didn't stop giggling. It took her a few minutes to understand that I was serious. At last, she was prepared to hear. I recounted everything that came to me, beginning with my fainting. Ivy's face was full of feelings, uncertainty, exhilaration, and confusion. She questioned, "Clara Emily Owens, what did you do?" She cast a critical glance at me. "I replied that I hadn't done anything." She said, "So, what, you just magically became pregnant?"