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 no time,

her way outside. A black car was waiting with its door already opened. She climbed in, Silas was already there waiting patiently

lifted his head from his phone when she entered.

"Yes," she nodded.

the car, Victor," he said to his

distance, trying not to be too

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you get the transaction?" he asked, his hazel eyes lighting up

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

some-

off. “Just after I told you about my

gift.

I just don't like... when

on her thigh, causing her to tremble slightly as she looked at him. "Nothing I ever do for you is out of pity.

move from

head. She held

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

Silas said, dropping a small box on her

her lip as she opened the box. Inside was

Cartier," he

head. "I

come on," he laughed, taking the watch and wearing it for her.

admired the

realized he wasn't talking about the watch. Her blush deepened, and

away.

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

breath caught at the gesture. This was too much for

It suits you," he said

she said softly, gratitude swelling in

chuckled, looking pleased with her reaction.

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

of your styling this time," he said, breaking

by his thoughtfulness. "So, who

in the country," he said, winking

adjusted her hair behind her ear and

but when she raised her head, she found him staring

Ivy..." he began softly,

boss," Victor

before he