Who Is Poison Ivy's Boyfriend 소설 & 이야기

Talia's face gave me the answer before her mouth did. "He asked if you lived alone," she said quietly. "Like he already knew you didn't." Which meant Bain had given him everything. Address. Routine. The boy. The grey eyes I had spent five years keeping two hundred miles from the man they belonged to. Talia leaned forward. "Ivy." Her voice dropped low. "Does he know about Eli?" I looked at my best friend across the cold coffee and the ordinary kitchen of the life I had built from nothing and I told her the only true thing I had.

"You and I have been friends and good business partners over the years. Who is Victor? He is already a headache to me. I'll cut him off." "Thank you very much," Hudson replied. "I'm happy we could come to an understanding." After the call ended, he came out of his room and uploaded the pictures with the caption about Ivy's true identity. The internet was suddenly abuzz with the news as people talked about it. Some Netizens discussed that the information about Ivy was a lie, born from jealousy. They claimed that those who did it were just envious of her relationship with Prince Daniel. Victor stared at his phone in surprise. He still could not believe what he was seeing. How was it that Ivy w

I muttered, fixing the papers in my hand. "Good. Keep it that way," Liya said, her voice dropping into a firm, warning tone. "He treats people like absolute trash. He plays these weird mind games on campus, gets whatever he wants, and then walks away like they never existed. He’s toxic, Ivy. Seriously. Just don't even look at him." "I don't," I lied, the warmth still stinging my cheeks. "We don't talk at all." "Perfect. Let's just focus on the project then," she said, pulling her own laptop out onto the coffee table. "Did you finish the outline for the trade routes?"

Headlines screamed back at me, accompanied by photos of Ivy standing under the stage lights, one manicured hand resting meaningfully over her abdomen. I'm carrying his child, the captions quoted, bold and merciless. A rush of disbelief and fury crashed through me. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. "This is insane," I muttered, pulse hammering in my ears. "Ivy Hart is not my girlfriend. That entire stunt was fabricated." "Sure, and I suppose she just magically came up with all those intimate details about you two?" Maya countered, standing protectively between me and Serena's room. "Save it for someone who hasn't watched Serena cry herself to sleep over you."

Her voice trembled—not with fear, but with rage. "You're supposed to be dead." Victor laughed. "Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated." "What are you—" Ivy stopped. Her eyes widened. "Oh my God." "What?" Scarlett demanded. "Ivy, what is it?" Ivy turned to Scarlett. Her expression was horrified. Devastated. "He was your boyfriend, Scar. Before Damian. Before everything." Scarlett stared at her. "What?"

The anger coiled tightly inside them, suffocating and volatile, and though it never surfaced, it left them on edge— restless and barely restrained. They wanted to know who did this to their precious mate—who would dare touch her like that. Everyone on campus may have only known her as their sister, not their mate, but the protection that knowledge gave should have been the same. She’s important to them. Ivy is their fated mate, the one that the Moon Goddess had deemed worthy to be someone they would spend their lifetime with. And someone dared to hurt her in such a despicable way.

Ezekiel, maintaining his composure, reached out and shook it firmly. "So, you’re Kathrine’s boyfriend?" Dad said with a hint of curiosity, though his tone carried an undertone of something sharper. I arched my brows, surprised and uneasy at Dad’s choice of words. He shouldn’t have phrased it like that. Ezekiel, unbothered, replied calmly, "I’m Ezekiel. That’s my identity—not just being Kathrine’s boyfriend." The two men exchanged calm looks, but the tension between them was unmistakable, like the air had grown thicker with unspoken challenges.

Even though he took the Business Major, his musical talent was pulling him in another direction. His girlfriend for the past couple of years was an on and off relationship because he couldn't keep his pants on. It left Julie feeling like an idiot for letting him in her room that night and fell for the same trick that he probably used with every girl he slept with. Or maybe he didn't need a trick at all, because most girls would open their door to him just because he was Preston Hicks. She thought their friendship was real, that she knew him more than just what's on the surface. When he came to her that night, with desperation on his face, saying sweet words to her, telling her how special sh

I asked. “Mmm, good, I suppose. I mean, Briar and i, we still..” “Wait. Briar? Is that like your boyfriend or something?” I cut her, my eyes suddenly lighting up. “O my God. Me imagining you having zero memory is so insane” Ivy laughed, completely overwhelmed. “Come on, just tell me already” I pouted, trying to act cute. “Well, Briar is my boyfriend and he works for Arlo” she started.

"Blue, Ivy told us about your handsome boyfriend. He picked you up from work the other day? OMG! You're so lucky, Blue!" "Oh, Blue the blessed of all Blue, I'm surrendering the crown. Hands up to you, girl!" I chewed my bottom lip and laughed at Fiona's remark. They're giggling and teasing me. I cleared my throat and spoke. "Actually, he's my fiancée." "Fiancée? O to the M to the G. Blue! He's a total hottie. Where can I find someone like him?" Ivy asked, joking.