A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

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Ivy bit her lip as she assessed herself in the mirror. The anger inside her had been replaced by shame and self-disapproval.

"Why would you do that?" she muttered to her reflection, seeing the pink flush of embarrassment on her cheeks.

She had allowed her unprovoked jealousy to push her into saying something foolish, and disrespecting a nice woman. Even if Silas had dated Aaliyah before, it was none of her business then, and it was none of her business now.

Walking to the couch, she picked up the gown and sighed-she had to dress up herself now. She stripped out of her beige jumpsuit and wore the emerald gown. The silver embroidery around its neck did go with the diamonds Silas had given her.

She adjusted the Cartier wristwatch and wore the diamonds carefully. After a full minute of battling with the clips, the diamond sat pretty on her neck. She took a step back and examined herself in the mirror. Pleased with her appearance, she left the room.

When Ivy entered the white room, she was stunned to see Aaliyah seated beside Silas-too close, too engrossed in the conversation to notice her walk in.

Her cheeks burned as she watched Silas laugh at whatever Aaliyah whispered in his ears. His hand landed casually on her leg as he laughed again. Then he glanced up and saw Ivy standing by the door.

He didn't flinch. Instead, he signaled for her to come over, his hand still resting on Aaliyah's leg. Ivy felt anger in her chest as she walked to them.

God, the audacity of this man to flirt with his ex right in front of her!

"I see you're ready," Silas said when she approached them, his eyes roamed

hungrily around her body before settling on her chest.

"Yes," Ivy said firmly, ignoring the warmth on her cheeks.

Silas stood up, his hand lingered a little on Aaliyah's thigh. "This is Aaliyah," he

gesturing to her. "One of the best stylists

that before," Ivy

before facing Aaliyah. "This is

said smoothly, her

with himself. He turned to

nodded, biting her

adjusting her gown as she

The room was set up with bright lights and colorful

back

stepped closer, placing her hand in his. He pulled her over, his

this dress,” he whispered to her car, his hand dropping

desire she felt, anger found

dress without acknowledging

wrong?" he whispered again. "You seem...

trying to stop the desire from taking over the anger

extended a hand, attempting to pull her back to him. "What's wrong?"

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haven't answered me," he persisted, but

Once inside, she

had been foolish to fall

bet

gifts-but not anymore. She had told him she