A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

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"She's in

in charge?" Ivy asked, freeing herself from Silas's embrace, her brow furrowing

"Yes, Rosie is one of the best stylists in the country," Silas said, his voice brimming with pride.

"How are you, Ivy? You seem surprised to see me," Rosie said, her eyes scanning Ivy with derision

Ivy's cheeks colored slightly. "I didn't know you were in charge.

"Oh. Silas is like that. He loves surprises," Rosie said, flashing Silas a smile.

Silas chuckled, pulling Ivy close again. "When do we begin?" he asked Rosie.

"It's straight to work." Rosie replied, adjusting her pl

plaid skirt. “Il call the team to attend to you while I take your wife"

Rosie pulled Ivy away from Silas, her grip a little too rough. Ivy immediately yanked her hand free.

Silas seemed oblivious to the tension. "Alright, I'm sure you'll do a great job, Rosie."

JOh, I will," Rosie said with a smile that Ivy didn't trust, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "Let's go, Ivy."

"Ill see you soon. Silas said, his voice resonating in the room.

Despite Rosie's mean looks, Silas made Ivy blush as she nodded, following Rosie out of the room.

When they got to the hallway, Rosie suddenly pulled Ivy aside, pinning her against the wall.

"I can't believe you're still on with the marriage!" Rosie snarled, her eyes blazing with anger.

Ivy froze for a moment but quickly composed herself, pulling herself away from Rosie. However, Rosie was surprisingly strong.

"I warned you about what to expect!" Rosie snapped.

Finding her strength, Ivy pushed Rosie away, startling her. "And I told you I didn't care!" Ivy shot back, breathing heavily from anger. "What's your problem with my marriage to Silas?"

"You don't belong here! You don't belong in our family!" Rosie hissed through gritted teeth.

The words stung, but Ivy refused to show it. "Who made you the judge of that? You have no right to interfere in my marriage. I am here to stay, Rosie!"

Rosie raised her hand as if to strike Ivy, but the hallway door opened, and two ladies walked in.

"Rosie, we're ready," one of the ladies said.

Ivy watched as Rosie immediately composed herself, her countenance changed. "Sure," Rosie said, a smile plastered on her face.

Ivy, still seething, attempted a smile but failed.

"It's time for your hair and

Mrs. Stone, Rosie snapped

both are, the lady said and her companion

her steps, ignoring Rosie as the ladies led

huge mirror, with lights around it. On the table were hair

a deep sigh, trying to calm her nerves. She was

rother

Xia," one of the ladies said. "I'lI start with your hair, and when

"Yes." Ivy nodded.

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Chapter 20

assistants." Sally said, gesturing

sitting on the red chair positioned in

to

Sally smiled, draping a

shoulders. "Have you always had

brown hair," Ivy said, her stomach suddenly

she'd talked about her more in the past 24 hours than she had in years-and not for a good reason, Guilt and

then," Sally said warmly, breaking Ivy's thoughts. "Let's go wash it.” "Alright." Ivy said,

asked, "What's going

washing and drying. When

Stone?"

aback by the question.

lowering her voice to a whisper. "But Xia and

flush red in the

Stone is," she said, and her assistants nodded in agreement. "She makes everything difficult whenever we work

didn't like Rosie, she didn't want to gossip.

bad"

said, picking another

Sally off. Everyone jolted, expecting

ma'am. I have a delivery from your husband," he said, handing a box to

face turned scarlet as she collected it. It was a royal blue box designed with a pink ribbon and a crystal charm.

beautifull” Sally exclaimed and the assistants

her heart warming at the gift. She remembered the pink diamond Silas had customized for her and wondered how he

admired the sapphire, the

eyes dropping to the sapphire. "Who... gave

husband sent it!" Sally answered

her face reddened, betraying her composure.

envy.

replied, pleased by

"Hurry up now! There's no time, I'll be back in ten

you," Sally murmured, quickly

makeup. Moments later, Rosie returned, holding a short red

time to

"Isn't that