A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 8

"What the hell?" Ivy muttered under her breath, staring at the door that had just slammed shut

She couldn't believe Rosie just threatened her. For what? Why?

her.

She'd barely steady her nerves when the door opened again. Bracing herself for Rosie, she relaxed when she saw it wasn't h

"Hello, ma'am, I'm Monica" An elderly woman entered with a warm smile.

"Hi, Monica. I'm Ivy. Silas's..." she trailed and cleared her throat. "Nice to meet you."

"Yes, ma'am" Monica nodded. "I just came to introduce myself as your personal maid. If you need anything. I'm here for you."

Monica's smile was sweet-a sheer contrast to Rosie's, and it made Ivy feel comforted. "Thank you very much."

"The rest of the staff would come by to introduce themselves. Mr. Stone said to tell you he's waiting for you downstairs."

"Alright, I'll be there." Ivy smiled.

Monica nodded and left. Ivy inhaled deeply, counting to ten before making her way downstairs. To her dismay. Rosie was still there.

"How do you like your room?" Silas asked, seated exactly where he'd been earlier.

"I didn't think you'd find your way so easily."

"Oh, it was easy." Ivy replied, sitting down.

"I remember how many times Kim got lost in this house, Rosie said with a loud laugh, tossing her head back.

"Ah, yes," Silas chuckled, though his eyes shifted with something sharp.

Ivy knew what Rosie was trying to do. "I met Monica," she said, changing the subject. "She's such a sweet lady."

"Yes, she is," Silas agreed. "So, I wanted Rosie to help you with shopping-to help pick some beautiful dresses." His eyes flicked briefly to Ivy's gown, and she felt heat on her cheeks.

She didn't want Rosie tagging along. "I know-

"Im sure Ivy knows her way around," Rosie interrupted, her tone tinged with disdain. "She is a socialite-or at least used to be. She doesn't need my help.

Ivy ignored Rosie's dig. "I know my way around good stores."

Rosie scoffed and Ivy sent her a look.

Silas said, reaching for Ivy's thigh. "But Rosie is very skilled in that department. She could help you

the time to follow your. Ivy around, but

she was

you, Rosie, Silas smiled,

little distracted by Silas's touch, but she

a black card. “Here, shop as

eyes widened "Are you

Roste asked, her voice diminishing. "I mean, do

wife now," Silas said firmly, his eyes gleaming. "What's mine is

her shock as she accepted the card. "Thank you," she said softly, a shiver running down her spine under hist gaze She turned to Rosie, not hiding

discomfort crossing

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10:15 AM

Chapter 8

in case you need

"Who's Bud?" Ivy asked.

the one who

"Oh, Ivy whispered.

her like a complete idiot, especially with Rosie still in the room. Did he really think

was Rosie's disdainful expression, the look that screamed she thought Ivy was incapable of anything, but Ivy found herself saying. "You're so kind, Silas. But I don't need your bodyguard hovering around me. I don't want to give the impression that I'm not capable, or w se,

gold digger? Who would dare say

as

cheeks flushed, and she quickly

dares call you

stupidity, or desperation to prove something to Rosie, but Ivy walked over to Silas

was supposed to be light-meaningless-yet it

conceal his satisfaction.

felt the heat on her cheeks. "I should be on my

a family dinner to properly introduce you to

who had been silent, suddenly found her

subtle satisfaction. "Bye,"

Once outside, Ivy exhaled.

her. Still, the memory of

she'd get to Lily & Styles. She pulled out her phone to order an

Tang

Her aunt was

Aunt May," Ivy

are you?" May asked, concern

"I'm good."

much has happened today, and I'm afraid you might have made decisions on

what her aunt meant but wasn't going to admit she'd made a