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.

beige Prada jumpsuit. She then

a sleek updo, and in no time, she was

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

from his phone when she

"Yes," she nodded.

he said to his

her distance, trying not to

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Chapter 40

get the transaction?" he asked, his

averted her gaze. "Yes, but it was unnecessary." "Unnecessary?" She heard the surprise in his tone.

some-

“Just after I told you about my

"It was a gift. You're

like gifts. I just

at him. "Nothing I ever do for you is out

in a small voice, daring not to move from his touch. "Because," he said,

all other thoughts in her head. She held

she let out a strained breath, pressing her legs together to suppress

box on

her lip as she opened the box. Inside

a Cartier,"

shook her head. "I can't take

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

as she admired the watch. "It is. Thank

eyes that she realized he wasn't talking about

away.

to wear it for the shoot. And this too." He

at the gesture. This was too much for her.

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

softly, gratitude swelling

pleased with her reaction.

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

in charge of your styling this time," he said, breaking her thoughts. "I figured you two need

his thoughtfulness. "So, who

Salvatore. Another wonderful stylist in the country," he

her ear and avoided his eyes,

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

softly,

here, boss," Victor

lingered on her before he cleared his

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