Chapter 15
“Thank you so much, Aunt May,” Ivy said as she hugged her.
“Call me everyday, and make sure you visit me again,” May replied, her embrace tightening
“I will.” Ivy smiled, gently pulling away as Bud opened the car door for her.
“And don’t forget our conversation about Patrick. Try to call him and let know how that goes,” May reminded her.
“Sure I will. Bye, Aunt May,” Ivy waved as she entered the car.
Victor started the car while Bud took the front seat. Ivy gave her aunt one last look, waving again as the car pulled away.
Once the journey began, Ivy tried to calm her nerves. She was anxious about the public announcement, if her aunt already disapproved of her marriage to Silas–hating the fact that she was going to be divorced again after the contract ends–what would the public think?
Not that she cared–but still.
Another thing bothering her was her father’s reaction. His opinion was bound to cut deep, and she wondered what he would say when he heard.
She had to call him. She had to face the anxiety once and for all. And for their relationship’s sake, she hoped he had something good to
When they got to Silas’s house, Ivy thanked both Bud and Victor before heading to her room. Once in, she popped off her shoes, sitting on her bed.
“Now or never,” she muttered under her breath as she reached for her phone, and dialed her father’s number..
She held her breath as the line rang.
“Yes, who is this?” her father’s sharp voice came through from the other end.
Ivy winced at his question. He didn’t have her number anymore. “It’s Ivy,” she answered, her voice a little wobbly.
“What do
you
want? Patrick’s tone was harsh. “I already told you–I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Ivy bit her lip, trying to steady her breath. “I’m calling to inform you that I’ll be having my wedding soon.”
“Again?” he scoffed, and lyy could guess he was frowning. “Haven’t you learned your lesson? After everything Mason did to you? He and his stupid family who didn’t give a fuck about you! And now you’re doing it again. Who’s the unlucky fellow this time?”
ivy shut her eyes to the pain in her chest that was making way to her head. She hadn’t even thought about Martha, Mason’s mother, or Paige, his sister, until now.
What was Patrick expecting? That Martha would pick Ivy over her most beloved son? That they will reprimand Mason for stealing from her?
They have never had issues with Ivy, but she knew better than to expect them to take her side.
“Silas Stone,” Ivy murmured, almost inaudible.
Patrick burst into laughter, his tone filled with disbelief. “Silas Stone? Are you put of your mind, girl? That man is not stupid enough to settle for a divorcee like you. Better wake up from your slumber.”
His tone hurt and Ivy tried to act like it didn’t. “I’m serious. We became official yesterday.”
There was a long pause before Patrick spoke again. “Is this some sort of a joke? Are you stupid?”
“What?” Ivy gasped, shocked at his tone.
“If you know what’s good for you, end that nonsense. If you were ever my daughter, you’d walk away from that shit!” Patrick snapped. “You should know better than to be involved with any of the Stone brothers!”
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“End it, or don’t call me ever again!” Her father roared and the call dropped with a sharp click.
Ivy was shocked. What just happened? What was wrong? What did her father know about the Stone brothers that she didn’t?
Her hands were shaking when she placed the phone down, and she yelped.
ed when th
She sighed, wiped her sweaty forehead and proceeded to the door. “Yes?”
“It’s Monica, ma’am.” Monica said from the other side.
there was a knock on her door.
Ivy opened the door and Monica entered holding a dress in a clothing bag. She laid it carefully on the bed.
“A gift from Mr. Stone, ma’am, Monica smiled sweetly and then her smile faltered. “Are you alright, ma’am? You look pale.”
“It’s nothing. Monica Ivy gave her a faint smile. “I… I’m just tired.”
Monica’s eyes glimmered with cone
concern. “Should I inform Mr.
- dr. Stone, ma’am?”
“No. No need,” Ivy said, waving her hand. “You don’t have to inform Silas and you don’t have to keep addressing me as ma’am. Ivy is fine, please.
Monica blushed as she nodded. “Okay, ma–Ivy.”
“Good and thank you for y
your concem,” Ivy smiled.
Monica nodded again. “If you need anything just call me.”
“I will”
After Monica left, Ivy crossed to the bed and looked at the gown Silas had sent. It was golden, and thankfully, there was no slit this time. There were laces around the edges and she couldn’t wait to try it,
As she imagined dinner with Silas, she couldn’t help but think about her father’s words.
What was wrong with the Stone brothers?
She racked her brain, trying to remember if Mason had mentioned anything terrible about the brothers. Aside from his constant rants and unconcealed jealousy, nothing odd came to mind.
She was worried about the unknown and that worry clung to her as she prepared for dinner. Monica helped her out, this time, Ivy’s brown hair was just washed and combed.
When she slipped into the golden gown, she realized how much it revealed–her breasts were barely covered.
But the moment she saw the smirk on Silas’s lips and the hunger in his eyes as she descended the stairs, she realized he had intended for that to happen.
“Beautiful,” he said, and all of Ivy’s worry melted away at his tone.
“Thank you,” she smiled, heat popping up on her cheeks.
“Shall we?” he asked, extending a hand.
“Sure.” She nodded, allowing him to lead her to the waiting ca
cur.
Throughout the ride, he didn’t touch her. But Ivy could tell that it took a lot from him not to. They arrived at the venue shortly and Silas led her into a room.
The room was exquisitely decorated. Though it was empty, yet breathtaking. From where she stood, she could the food.
“Why is it empty?” she asked, taking in the surroundings as he pulled out her chair. “Don’t they get customers?”
“I booked it all,” Silas replied as he sat down too. “I wanted us to have our privacy.”
She blinked, taken aback by the gesture. No one had ever d
done somethi
thing like this for her–not even Mason
“Thank you” She managed to sinile.
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“You’re welcome,” he replied. “But before we start eating, is there anything you would like to share? I mean, apart from the things you told that first night.”
Ivy chuckled, surprised by how pleasant the memory of their first time together felt. Yet, underneath the pleasure, she realized she was panicking at his tone. “What do you mean?”
He leaned forward, anger flashing in his hazel eyes. “I’d like to know why you invited your ex–husband to your aunt’s house. And why after his visit, Thomas was dropped from a project again–the very same one already assigned to Mason?”
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