A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 10

Ivy whimpered as the hefty security guard dragged her into the street. She pursed her lips, refusing to let her emotions spill.

She couldn't believe it-Cheryl, of all people, had caused this humiliation. When had she changed? How had Ivy not noticed?

Cheryl's betrayal hurt, still Ivy couldn't process it.

Ivy sighed, making her way down the street. If Lily & Styles wouldn't have her, she'd spend the money elsewhere. After a short walk, she found Reginald's.

She had heard nice things about Reginald's but had never checked it out. Gathering her courage, she pushed the door open. She scanned the space, and found the blonde receptionist. But before Ivy could reach her, another woman intercepted her.

"Hello, I'm Lucy. How can I help you?" The woman smiled, but her eyes were anything but kind.

A blush crept up Ivy's face as she remembered Winnie's incident. "I have a black card," she said quickly, desperate to avoid further embarrassment.

Lucy folded her arms, a mocking smile played on her lips. "Oh, the fake card? You don't even have the owner's number."

Ivy's eyes widened. "How did you"

"Oh, darling." Lucy interrupted, her tone dripping with derision. "We share stories. I bet Winnie's already warned half the stores about you. Just go home. No one's falling for your act."

"What?" Ivy whispered, her face flushing with humiliation. At least Lucy kept her voice low enough to avoid drawing attention.

Lucy leaned in, wrapping an arm around Ivy's shoulder. "Find something else to do with your life. I'm sure you can." She patted Ivy on the cheek before gesturing to the exit. "Now, off you go before you offend our esteemed clients."

Once outside, Ivy dabbed her welling tears. She sniffled, still refusing to break down in public.

There was nothing to do now, she didn't have Silas's number, and she didn't even know the way to his house. She was contemplating her next move when a car pulled up beside her, and Bud, the hefty bodyguard, stepped out.

"Nothing good here either?" he asked, his deep voice tinged with concern.

Relief swept over Ivy as she saw him, and with it came the tears she had been holding back all day. She buried her face in her palms, sobbing gently. Grateful to see him.

Bud handed her a tissue.

"They wouldn't sell me anything, Ivy murmured, realizing how pathetic she sounded.

expression hardened. "Are we going back to the first place

in shame. She couldn't possibly go back to Lily & Styles or Reginald's, she

his tone firm. "Wipe your tears, ma'am. We're going

to go home,"

to make sure

walked back into the Reginald's. Lucy's eyes

can't shop

to say that," Bud countered, walking protectively behind Ivy. "She

have to add

with anger. "Unless you want Silas Stone to burn this building to the ground for refusing to let

Chapter 10

flickered across Lucy's face and then

your tone," Bud snapped,

with fear. "Please, allow me to show you our

a grateful glance before following Lucy. An hour later, Ivy had

more boxes and bags

she sat in the car, her green eyes

a small nod, his eyes

with two other women, who quickly helped her with

to tell you to get ready-he'll be picking

her smile, following Monica to her room. Inside, a tray of food awaited, and her stomach gave a betraying growl as her eyes

Monica said as she placed the bags at the foot of Ivy's bed. "I'll have a hot bath prepared for

to speak, Ivy

also left a special surprise in your closet, Monica smiled. "I'll

it," she

she had been

in

approached the tray of food and began eating, devouring as much as her stomach could take. Afterward, she rested on the bed until Monica returned to help her

surprise Silas had left

gown and a diamond-cut necklace. Ivy's breath caught when she saw them. The gown was

The neckline was designed with

that subtly sparkled

figure perfectly, enhancing her curves. Monica helped style her brown hair