Novel & Cerita Scandalized Ivy Owens

“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:

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!"

A choking gasp escaped my throat. My eyes still welling with tears widened in horror and comprehension. As if I could physically hold back the truth that was ripping through me my hands pressed closer to my chest. I, Ivy Sinclair the always sardonic fiercely independent and hopelessly broke art student was completely utterly tragically and insanely in love with Sloan Hayes. The conceited callous domineering and vicious jerk who had abducted me bound and whipped me and then sexed another woman in his bed while I was out there believing he was merely a spooky all-knowing supervisor!

That evening, after packing everything, I lay exhausted on the bed when I received a call from my best friend, Mitchell Potter. "What's going on with Ivy? She's going overboard. Check your socials—she's actually flaunting her love with that Owen guy. "You two aren't even divorced yet! How can she do this?" Listening to Mitchell's complaints, I casually unlocked my phone. Owen's latest post was at the top. In the photo, Owen wore a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist and held the red paper bag Ivy had taken from home at noon. Only then did I realize she'd come home at noon just to get the concert gift for Owen.

he continued as he left first. Crish could only take a deep breath while massaging his head which suddenly felt very dizzy. Crish didn't know what would happen there but imagined Olivia fighting with Camellia and then Camellia uncovering all the scandals in her past finally, Olivia asked for a divorce, then all of her wealth assets were taken again. Imagining such a thing made his heart pound, his stomach churn, and his head throb with dizziness. "No, I can't let that happen," Crish said to himself.

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?"

There was murmuring around, but Ivy ignored it. "What happened next? Did that despicable guy do anything to you?" Mason asked worriedly. "Do you want to know?" Ivy probed, noticing Mason's curiosity, who nodded in acknowledgment. "If you don't mind." "I don't mind." Ivy said it casually. Then she rolled up her sleeve, revealing a large scar on her arm. Mason looked closely, not knowing what to say and even more confused about Ivy's intentions. "See the scar? A trophy left behind from that memorable scuffle," she boasted proudly.

“No wonder she was so calm. She was the real deal. What the hell was Ivy Williams thinking?” “Miss L, we are so sorry for insulting you! You’re the best!” Meanwhile, Ivy Williams was now a subject of ridicule as the scandal blew out of proportion. The headlines about her were not friendly. [Ivy Williams: The plagiariser!] [Ivy Williams lost her touch.] Those who once loved and supported Ivy were disappointed in her. They now questioned her integrity and turned the comment section on the social media pages into a battlefield of mocking comments. “Ivy Williams should be banned! She’s a thief!”