A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

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Ivy swallowed as she followed Silas. She wiped the corner of her eyes,

determined to keep her tears at bay.

A young woman in glasses approached them, a tablet in her hand. "Good

afternoon, ma'am. Good afternoon sir," she smiled warmly.

"Afternoon, Rachel," Silas said calmly. "This is my wife." He pointed to Ivy, then he gestured to Rachel. "That's Rachel, my personal assistant."

Before Ivy could greet her, Silas addressed Rachel. "What's the update?"

Ivy watched as Rachel scurried after Silas, her hand tapping her tablet. Unsure of what to do, she stood in the reception area until another young lady approached her.

“Hello, ma'am. I'm Debbie," the lady smiled. "Please follow me."

"Alright, Debbie," Ivy replied as she followed.

Debbie led her into a room bustling with activities. There were men talking and typing, women arranging files-everyone seemed busy. They entered an inner room away from the noise, though Ivy could still hear them..

"Your stylist isn't here yet," Debbie said. "But while we wait, you can rehearse your lines for the interview." She gestured to a brown armchair.

As Ivy sat, her heart clenched at the reminder of Aaliyah Salvatore. She didn't even know why she was holding on to the jealousy stirring in her heart after she'd told herself she didn't care about Silas's past.

God, she just admitted she was jealous.

She averted her eyes, hoping Debbie wouldn't see the color on her checks. Thankfully, Debbie left the room for a moment, allowing her to compose herself.

By the time she returned, Ivy was feeling more confident. She smiled as Debbie handed her a file.

"These are the questions the interviewer would ask," Debbie explained. "Your replies are already included. There would be no sudden or unusual questions, so you're safe."

She felt calm under Debbie's warm smile. "Thank you, Debbie."

"You're welcome. I'll leave you to go through it, then I'll come back when Ms. Salvatore is around. Good?"

"Yes, good." Ivy nodded.

you in a bit." Debbie waved as she shut the door

skimmed through it, noticing nothing unusual in the contents. There were more questions about

lawsuit, and she found the

out loud. "His claims are false. I didn't do such a thing. It's very obvious Mason

went through the rest of the pages, and when she was done, she closed

sudden wave of anxiety

her father

around, didn't help her nerves.

in mind, feeling the anxiety build further in her chest

to find Silas. She needed air. She had to get

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Chapter 45

"Breathe, breathe."

soft voice and gentle touch on her back made her obey. Slowly, she

her companion. It was an elderly woman with a big

muttered, grateful for

nodded.

eyes made Ivy blush with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she

can be challenging," the older woman said, reaching for

knowing what

pulled her gently to a chair close to the door that read Staff Only. "Sit. We can't have you fainting on set. Reporters can be

woman and

moment before speaking again. "I take it you haven't done

haven't," Ivy

her brow. "But you were married to a public figure before, not that we can call Mason Hunter

the woman's candor.

nodded knowingly. "I understand you. Still, it's just surprising. Why now?

woman. Who was she, and

I'm here for the same thing," she said sadly. "Well, almost similar. bhave to publicly declare that I'm stiff married to my husband, or else I get nothing-the kids, the house, the

softened. "Oh, I'm

Ivy

said, stretching her hand.

her warm hand.