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.

She then picked small

sleek updo, and in no time, she was

way outside. A black car was waiting with its

his head from his phone when she entered.

"Yes," she nodded.

the car, Victor," he said to

not to be too

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Chapter 40

he asked, his hazel eyes lighting up with

was unnecessary." "Unnecessary?" She heard the surprise in his tone.

some-

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

"It was a gift. You're always so

I just don't like... when

causing her to tremble slightly as she looked at him.

daring not to move from

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

his hand, and she let out a strained breath, pressing her legs together to

said, dropping a small box on her lap.

as she opened the box.

a Cartier," he

her head. "I can't

the watch and wearing it

admired the

she looked into his eyes that she realized he wasn't

away.

murmured. "I want you to wear it for the shoot. And this too." He pulled out

at the gesture. This was too

it. It suits you," he said gently, pushing the

she said softly,

with her

She was grateful, even though she knew it was too

your styling this time," he said, breaking her thoughts. "I figured you

gratefully by his

the country," he

her ear and avoided his

he had looked away, but when she raised her head, she found him staring at

softly, but was interrupted

here, boss,"

before he