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.

skilled in that department. She could help you navigate or even call some stores ahead." He

smile. "I don't have the time to follow

knew she

smiled, his hand rubbing Ivy's

by Silas's touch, but she

wallet and pulled out a black card. “Here, shop as much as you like,"

widened

her voice diminishing. "I mean,

firmly,

card. "Thank you," she said softly, a shiver running down her

flash of discomfort crossing

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10:15 AM

Chapter 8

case you need help, Silas

"Who's Bud?" Ivy asked.

one who

"Oh, Ivy whispered.

still in the

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,

Silas's forehead. "A gold

as she spoke. "Oh you

cheeks flushed, and she

dares call you that," Silas

Rosie, but Ivy walked over to Silas

kiss was supposed to be light-meaningless-yet it

conceal his satisfaction.

her cheeks. "I should be on my way now,"

having a family dinner to properly introduce you to

suddenly

Ivy replied, her voice laced with subtle satisfaction. "Bye," she said,

Once outside, Ivy exhaled.

the hell was that? That was so unlike her. Still, the memory of Rosie's

how she'd get to Lily & Styles. She pulled out her phone to order an Uber, but it

Tang

Her aunt was

May," Ivy

are you?" May

"I'm good."

has happened today, and I'm afraid you might have

wasn't going to admit she'd made