A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

"Get her out of there! That shit better not go live!" Silas shouted, charging toward the director seated in a black chair.

The director raised a hand, pulling his headset from his ear to his neck. "It's live, sir. We can't just stop mid-production."

"I don't care!" Silas snapped.

He knew Rita Stanford was a conniving woman, but he hadn't expected such a stunt-right during a live broadcast.

"Silas, Silas," Sharon Wells called, almost running after him. She was the news producer and a good friend of his.

He spun around, anger rising in his chest. "What, Sharon? Stop that broadcast now," he demanded before she could speak.

Sharon held his arms, guiding him gently away from the cameras. "Take it easy, Silas."

“No, I won't,” he said firmly, though he wasn't shouting anymore.

"See, she's doing just fine," Sharon said, gesturing towards Ivy.

Despite his anger, Silas turned to watch Ivy. Her expression was now steady, she

was looking composed as she calmly answered questions. He could see the stunned look on Rita's face and hear the quaver in Luke's voice.

Yes, Ivy was handling it well-but still.

He turned to Sharon, who was staring at Ivy and smiling genuinely. His jaw tightened. “I don't appreciate Rita's diversion."

"I understand," Sharon nodded, taking her eyes off Ivy. "Rita can be a bit... too much, but she's the best at what she does. This was unplanned and I must say quite unprofessional."

"Very unprofessional," Silas added.

"But," Sharon continued. "She knows how to keep everybody talking."

Silas arched his brow. "What do you mean by that?"

Sharon snapped her fingers, and a young lady ran up to her with a tablet. She scrolled on it, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Here," she said, handing him the tablet.

Silas's confusion intensified. "What am I looking at?"

"We have almost eight million viewers tuned in right now, watching your wife," Sharon stated confidently, her voice brimming with pride. "That's three times the number we pull on Entertainment Today. It's our biggest viewership ever."

Silas still wasn't impressed as he returned the tablet without another glance. "Doesn't change the fact that Rita ambushed her. She put my wife on the spot, I don't like that."

Sharon turned to him, and lightly tapped his shoulder. "You've always been a stubborn man, Silas Stone, but I apologize. I'm sorry Rita put your wife in that position."

Silas felt his anger ease at Sharon's apology. He turned towards the podium where Ivy was now smiling, Luke was asking a question and Rita still looked unsettled.

He zoned out of the ongoing discussion as Aaliyah waved at him. He walked over

to her, noticing she'd already packed her stuff. "Ready to go?" he asked.

she smiled. "Thank you again,

welcome." He smiled back at

"You've

pride warming his heart. Ivy had handled that interview better than he had expected, and he couldn't help but be proud

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them. Her eyes glimmered with something dangerous, and

doing here?"

He held a hand up. "She's

on my set. Strict

Silas's eyes narrowed. "Whose?"

Salvatore's," Sharon said, folding her

have

out of the studio. He turned to Sharon, anger in his eyes. "I don't

orders." Then, her tone changed. "Ms. Stone. So lovely

Silas turned towards Ivy.

curious. "Nice to

Sharon Wells, the producer in charge. Your interview

you," she turned to Silas. "What happened? Are you okay?" she asked

managed a small

repeated, though she looked like she

called, walking

them, Ivy touched

Without hesitation, Silas led her

talk, Silas," Sharon called

they entered the car, Ivy sighed, slipping out

was intense. I never want to do that

seat.

you won't," Silas assured her, his hand

touch, clearing

was pleased his touch

Rita stick to the questions written?" Ivy

with a shrug. "They are messy

nodded. "I think I saw....

he enjoyed her being jealousy, but it revealed a sort of

return. He was mad at Sharon and

"Oh," Ivy murmured.

a tough time, but she'll overcome it," he added. Assuring her, assuring

quiet, except for small talks. When they got home, he

dinner at Thomas's house by 8,"

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