A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

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Ivy shifted in her seat, turning toward them, doing her best to hide her discomfort.

“Hi, Vivian. Hello, Martha," Ivy said cautiously. "How are you doing?"

Vivian stepped forward, smiling politely. "Good. It's been awhile, Ivy. How've you-"

Martha cut Vivian off, shoving her aside gently. "You still didn't answer me, what are you doing here?"

Martha hadn't given Ivy any problem throughout her marriage to Mason. Her only problem was that she didn't care about anybody else but her son. Ivy had always kept her distance, and there had never been any direct issue between them. This was why Martha's accusatory tone surprised Ivy.

"I'm here to see Mr. Laurent," Ivy replied gingerly.

Martha stepped closer, her gaze narrowing as she looked Ivy over from head to toe. "And why would Mr. Laurent want to-"

"I'm sure Ivy has her reasons," Vivian smoothly interrupted Martha. "Let's leave her to it."

Ivy gave Vivian a grateful nod as she led Martha away.

Monica, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally spoke. "Who were those two?"

Ivy sighed, she could feel a dull headache forming. "The older woman in blue is Martha, my ex-mother-in-law. The younger one is Vivian. Her mom and Martha are friends."

"Oh," Monica said, sounding unimpressed. "What's with the attitude?"

"I wish I knew." Ivy said, leaning into her seat.

She and Vivian had never really been close, but they weren't hostile either. Ivy had spent time with her at events hosted by Martha or ones Mason forced her to attend. Vivian was always polite and respectful, unlike her mother, who gossips all day with Martha.

"Well, I don't like her," Monica said firmly.

Ivy chuckled, but her amusement faded quickly at the thought of having to deal with Mason again if his mother told him she spotted her.

She had barely relaxed when Francis Laurent's office door opened, and Cheryl stepped out.

Dressed in a bright yellow gown that highlighted her already protruding belly, Cheryl's eyes darkened when she saw Ivy. "What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped, marching toward her.

Ivy stood, her eyes challenging. “I should ask you the same. Last I checked, this office wasn't reserved for only you."

Cheryl's eyes widened but she quickly composed herself. “It doesn't surprise me that you're here. You probably came to spread your legs for Mr. Laurent, just like you trapped Silas Stone," she sneered.

Ivy laughed at the accusation. "I must have learned from the best, Cheryl. After all, isn't that how you trapped Mason?"

Ivy's tone was harsh but she didn't care. Cheryl had it coming.

She couldn't believe she'd almost sacrificed

folded her arms smugly. "Well, you did a terrible job taming him. That's why he's

closer, her eyes widened with malice. "Oh, don't act like you can't guess why I'm here. I'm shopping for my

Mason had begged Martha to accompany Ivy for her wedding fitting. Of course, Martha had refused. Now here she was, happily aiding Cheryl for her son's second

and thankfully, Francis Laurent

walked up to Cheryl, leaning in. "Let's just hope your marriage lasts as long

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look, she walked away, heading towards

bright room, Ivy exhaled deeply

whispered, concern evident in

extended his hand warmly. "Ms. Stone, lovely to meet you. Congratulations

her legs under the mahogany

Francis continued. "I

sounds wonderful," Ivy said

beneath the table and

by the designs

said, pointing to

a white gown with a line of sequins and

Ivy could tell it would be

murmured, admiring

next dress was grey, shorter but still embedded with shiny

one. She briefly checked the other two, just to be sure she had made the right

it," Ivy told Monica, who giggled.

dress she was going to wear to marry Silas, was exquisite,

this it?"

nodded. "Yes,

choice, Ms. Stone!" Francis cheered, rising from his chair. "I'll take you to the fitting room for your measurements. Your dress

ear. "Thank you so much, Mr. Laurent. I

welcome," he smiled, leading them toward

Monica followed

giggling with excitement. They

downstairs and

the corner when Cheryl

Laurent," she called,

to her. "I've already told you,

slot until after six

wait. My wedding is in a

he said,