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. "Shall

"Yes, yes," Ivy replied.

was done with this, the

a rack of

I have just the

out a stunning black dress. "What

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nodded, slightly

clearly pleased. "Let's get it

the black gown, Aaliyah turned her back, pretending to be

dread and jealousy, but she quickly shoved it out of her

was not her business. She was

perfect," Aaliyah

the fabric

Aaliyah said, her cheeks suddenly flushed. "I'll... do a quick makeup, and then you'll be

Ivy replied, sitting back in

her makeup and hair. Soon,

you, Aaliyah," Ivy

is

at Aaliyah's tone but kept her smile

reached the reception area, Debbie

you.

rushed inside Ivy as she remembered Debbie's earlier conversation, but she contained it. Losing her temper here

Ivy replied coldly, and turned to leave. "Take me to the interview

ma'am." Confusion etched on Debbie's

doors before stopping in front

large room filled with bright lights and cameras. She gave Ivy

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

neck. "Mrs. Stone. We'll be ready for you in

for a reply, he

a chair.

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

file from her.

Ivy ignored her.

led her to a white table surrounded

and snapped his fingers,

attention.

could feel her anxiety returning with the whole activity. When

Then she saw him.