A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Ivy felt fresh anger rise in her chest as Silas leaned closer to Aaliyah, laughing.

She wanted to lunge at them, scream at them, but she remembered Rita's words about reporters around and composed herself.

When Silas saw her, he walked over, with Aaliyah following. "Hey, babe," he said, pressing a small kiss on her lips.

Though the kiss was light, it sent a spark through Ivy, and for a split second her anger melted.

"Mrs. Stone," Aaliyah greeted with a dazzling smile. "Nice to see you again." Despite the anger in her chest, Ivy forced a smile on her face. "Same here," She wasn't going to make a scene and embarrass herself.

Silas placed his hand on her waist, and her anger faded completely. "How do I look?"

Ivy looked at him. He was dressed in a sharp blue suit with polished Italian shoes. "Great," she said softly.

JAll thanks to Aaliyah," Silas smiled, gesturing to her. "She styled me."

"You're welcome again," Aaliyah replied, revealing her white teeth.

Ivy felt her anger returned at the look exchanged between them. They had done something in there! She could tell. She pulled away from Silas's embrace, catching the frown on his face.

Silas cleared his throat and stepped back. "My interview begins soon. I have to go."

Aaliyah nodded. "Alright then,"

"Bye," Silas waved before walking away,

As soon as he was gone, Aaliyah turned to face Ivy, noticing the anger in her eyes. "Let's not fight today, please," she murmured and headed for the room she and Silas had just left.

Ivy followed her quietly. Once she was in the room, her eyes roamed around, searching for anything, any indication that might confirm her suspicions.

"Are you okay?" Aaliyah asked, her voice soft with concern.

Ivy stopped herself. What was she doing? How had she become this again? She shook her head, disgusted by her actions.

Silas was not Mason, she told herself. Even though they were married, she had no right to care about his sexual activities with other

women.

"Do you have to sit?" Aaliyah asked, interrupting her thoughts as she motioned to a chair.

Aaliyah's kind gesture filled Ivy with shame. Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she muttered.

"It's okay. I understand that public speeches can be intense," Aaliyah said, offering a smile that reached her eyes.

Ivy looked away, the shame eating her up. She had become that woman again. All those months with Mason, checking his phone, his car, looking for evidence of his infidelity had turned her into something else. And she couldn't believe she was doing the same to Silas.

"Thanks," she finally said, her voice soft.

Aaliyah replied.

"Yes, yes," Ivy replied.

was done with this,

"Alright." She moved to a rack of clothes and began to

them. "I think I have

a stunning black

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nodded, slightly

pleased. "Let's get it

the clothes she was wearing. As she wore the black gown, Aaliyah turned her back, pretending to be busy

dread and jealousy,

She was

Aaliyah

the fabric and adjusted the gown. "Thank

flushed. "I'll... do a quick makeup,

Ivy replied, sitting back in the

watched as Aaliyah expertly did her makeup and

Aaliyah," Ivy

grinned. "Silas is one

at Aaliyah's tone but kept her smile in place

the reception area, Debbie walked up

looking all over for you. You... look great," she said, with clear

conversation, but she contained it.

to leave. "Take me to the interview

Debbie's face

doors

large room filled with bright lights and cameras. She

a word, Ivy yanked the file from her. She scanned through the pages, just as she

a headset sitting on his neck. "Mrs. Stone. We'll be ready for

a

and came back with a chair. Ivy sat, her eyes still on the

the young man returned. "It's time," he said, gesturing for her to follow

the file from her. "Goodluck

Ivy ignored her.

led her to a white table surrounded by three chairs. He

a chair and snapped his fingers,

attention.

anxiety returning with

Then she saw him.