A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

After that awkward breakfast with Silas, Ivy made her way upstairs to prepare for

the photoshoot. She was barely up when Monica called

her.

"Yes?" Ivy turned toward Monica's voice.

"Please, I need a favor from you," Monica said, sounding out of breath.

Ivy's stomach churned. "What is it?"

"I need your account details. Someone wants to send me something, and I don't have "

Ivy didn't let her finish. "It's okay, you can have it." She rattled off the account number.

"You're such a darling, Ivy," Monica beamed with a warm smile. "I'm coming up now to get you ready for your outing."

"Okay." Ivy smiled and resumed climbing the stairs.

Once in her room, Ivy sat on the bed, her mind racing. Why had Silas asked her those personal questions about her and Mason? It wasn't that she had a problem talking about it; she'd actually thought it was a perfect opportunity to learn more about him. But when he brought up her father, it had unsettled her.

She couldn't make sense of her father's reactions. First, he'd been upset about her giving Mason her inheritance, then suddenly his anger shifted to her marriage to Silas. She could bet he had said something awful to Silas, but as sweet as Silas was, he wouldn't say it.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her from her thoughts. It was a credit alert. She opened the message and her eyes widened. 200 million dollars. How the hell had Monica arranged for someone to send her that?

Then she panicked hoping Monica hadn't used her account for something illegal.

Just then, Monica knocked and entered. "Are you ready to get dressed? Mr. Stone is waiting."

"Your money came through," Ivy said, her eyes studying Monica's reaction.

Monica giggled as she stepped closer. "Actually, it's yours. Mr. Stone asked me to get your details. I didn't know how to tell you. I'm sorry."

Ivy's eyes widened again. "What? Mine?"

"Yes," Monica said. "What happened?"

"It's.... it's too much," Ivy stammered. "I wasn't expecting anything."

Monica laughed softly. "You're a billionaire's wife. That's how you get spoiled. I bet it's up to a hundred million."

"Way more than that!" Ivy exclaimed.

"Lucky you then," Monica chuckled. "Let's go get ready. We don't want to keep your husband waiting."

Ivy blushed as she stood up from the bed. She walked to the closet, allowing Monica to pick out her clothes.

Monica said, laying out a beige Prada jumpsuit. She then picked small diamond

Ivy's hair fixed in a sleek updo, and in

tightly as she made her way outside. A black car was waiting with its

his

"Yes," she nodded.

the car, Victor," he said to his

her distance, trying not

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Chapter 40

the transaction?" he asked, his hazel eyes lighting up with a

"Unnecessary?" She heard the surprise in his tone. "I just wanted to

some-

she cut him off. “Just after I told you about

gift. You're

she said firmly. “I like gifts. I just don't like...

slightly as she looked at him. "Nothing I ever do for you is out of pity. I enjoy

to move from his touch. "Because," he said, stroking

all other thoughts in her head. She held her breath, aware of the

he removed his hand, and she let out a strained breath, pressing

small box on her

bit her lip as she opened the box. Inside

Cartier,"

shook her head. "I can't

the

she admired the watch. "It

eyes that she realized he wasn't talking about the watch. Her blush deepened,

away.

he murmured. "I want you to wear it for the shoot. And

caught at the gesture. This

suits you," he said gently, pushing the

she said softly,

pleased with her

her heart pounding from the gift. She was grateful, even though she knew it

he said, breaking her thoughts. "I figured you

gratefully by his thoughtfulness.

stylist in the country," he said, winking at her. "You'll like

her hair behind her ear and

an instant, she thought he had looked away, but when she raised her head, she found him

softly, but was interrupted by

here, boss,"

eyes lingered on her before he cleared his throat.