A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

"You look so beautiful, so... divine," Monica said, her voice filled with emotions.

Ivy turned to her, smiling. "Thank you, Monica," she smiled and turned back to her reflection.

She did look divine in her wedding dress that Francis Laurent had delivered himself, and indeed, the gown shimmered in the light just as she had guessed.

But despite how stunning she looked, she felt anxiety eating up her insides. She was nervous, a combination of many things.

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Joe's words still lingered from last night, and as much as she tried to shove it away, she couldn't shake the threat they carried. Mason was suing her again, and she hadn't told Silas yet.

Her thoughts wandered to Silas, and dread intensified in her chest as she realized she still didn't know much about him.

Debbie's conversation had kept her awake all night. Even now, she couldn't shake off the jealousy and worry that Silas had slept with his

assistant.

Her only regret was misjudging Aaliyah and she could only hope she could make it right.

"it's going to be alright," Monica said softly, breaking her thoughts. "You'll get through this."

Ivy nodded gratefully at her. "Thank you."

"Before I forget," Monica said dashing to the bed, "we got you something." She revealed a small box wrapped with colorful paper. "Happy wedding day."

"Oh," Ivy murmured, moved by the gesture. "Thank you so much."

"It's the least we could do," Monica beamed. "I'll keep it here for you to open later." She placed the box gently on the table.

"Thank you," Ivy repeated, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You're welcome," Monica commented just as there was a knock on the door. "That must be your husband," she added, moving to open

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Ivy felt her stomach knot, She wasn't ready to face Silas yet-not with all her emotions all over the place.

But when Monica opened the door, it wasn't Silas who walked in. It was her Aunt May, and she was holding a gift.

"Aunt May!" Ivy exclaimed, running into her arms.

"Wow!" May teased as she returned the hug.

The moment May's hand reached her back, the tears Ivy had been holding back

fell. She wept silently in her aunt's arms, controlled by her emotions.

When she eventually lifted her head, she realized Monica had left the room.

with a playful sigh. "Now I can't

tears, Ivy

girl," May smiled, kissing her on her forehead. She let go and began walking around the room. “Your room is big!" she exclaimed, her eyes

being a billionaire's wife," Ivy joked as she went to the bed. "Nice," May

wiping her tears.

to the bed and sitting. "I'm

"How did you

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sent a car to pick

down the aisle."

aunt's statement. It wasn't that she wasn't thrilled May was walking her down the aisle, it was that it brought out the sad fact that her father wouldn't

pulling her into

okay," Ivy remarked, and smiled softly even though

and obviously, nor was Cole. She turned to her aunt, pleased that she

for your big day," May said,

as well. She reached the door, opened it,

instantly, Monica came. "Yes,

I want

nodded and left. Some moments later, the petite makeup artist

she was done. May

always," May

Ivy smiled. "Thank

May said, glancing around the

table, I placed it there,"

thank you," May

got in between them. "Aunt May, this is Monica, my friend. Monica,

to meet you,"

with a

final look at her reflection before

her gown. When they got downstairs,

before she got ready, she'd peeped at the arrangement from her window,

to play-her cue to enter. May

the rush of anxiety in her

reassuringly as she led her down the

a smile as she walked. The

podium. He was clad in an ivory suit, looking dashing with his fresh haircut. From the

reached Silas, May nodded, placing Ivy's

her up the podium.

he muttered, his hazel eyes glinting

her blush, and for a moment, her

pamphlet in his hand.

celebrate love between

drifted. She remembered her first wedding the happiness she had felt, the fulfillment. Her father had shown up then, and now his