A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

My Deal 192



Everybody paused, and one after the other, Theresa watched each of their reactions.

Only Rita seemed shocked to see her. May was furious, her mouth twisted weirdly. Wills had been stunned for a moment before flashing that disgusting

smirk on his face.

And Ivy... her expression was laced with sadness

"Theresa..." Ivy said, her voice almost inaudible.

Theresa tried her hardest not to let the pain in-but

she

uldn't. It pierced through her, reaching the abyss of her soul and ripping it apart.

trembling.

"So this is why you haven't been returning my calls?" she asked, her

Don't break down in front of them. Hold it together.

"It's not what it looks like,” Ivy said, stepping away from Wills' grip.

"Oh, it is exactly what it looks like!" Theresa snapped. "You're just guilty I caught you!"

Ivy reached for her, but Theresa stepped back, giving in to the pain.

"Sorry for interrupting. Enjoy yourselves," she muttered, turning toward the door.

"T!" Ivy called from behind, but Theresa didn't turn back.

Outside, she rushed to the driver's side of the car. "Join the other guards in the back. I want to be alone in this car."

The guard nodded and left. As soon as Theresa hopped inside, she started thee and drove off.

She kept her emotions in check, until her phone rang. She took it from her back pocket.

and

contemplated whether to pick it or not.

After a few seconds of deliberation, she found a parking lot, stopped there, and answered the call.

"Hey, Silas," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Hey, Theresa," Silas said, his tone tense. "Were you able to see her?"

Pain soared inside her at the remainder, but she kept her cool. Composure was her thing, and she'd use it.noveldrama

"Yes. I did. She's with her family."

"I wonder why she didn't answer my calls."

"Maybe because she's busy plotting with Wilson, hooking him up with her cousin." The words spilled out, tingled with bitterness.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, clearing her throat. "Can I call you later? I'm about to drive."

"Oh, right. Yeah, sure." She heard the confusion in his voice before she ended the call.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she cried, slamming the steering wheel, hoping the physical pain might numb the internal one, but it didn't.

She gripped the wheel tighter and screamed as loud as she could, thrashing her

hair back and forth until the feeling numbed slightly.

Ignoring her reflection in the rearview mirror, she started the car again.

Her heart pounded from the loneliness, from the heartbreak. And finally, she broke down, the tears rushing.

"Oh, God, she gasped, clutching the wheel for strength.

It was just too much. Knowing Ivy had taken Rita's side, even though she was the one who got cheated on. The one who got lied to for years The pain seared her chest and she let it. It was the only way through it; to feel it, to own it, and maybe, control it before it controlled her.

She groped for her phone and called Hector, he picked up almost immediately.

"Mi reina, how are you?" His voice was soft, and it broke her again. "Hey, hey. Are you okay?"

“No,” she admitted through tears. "Wilson was at Ivy's aunt's house. She chose him. Even after everything."

Saying it out loud hurt even more. She had thought Ivy was her friend, only to be betrayed like that.

"Calm down now. Where are you?"

"I'm driving home."

"Alone?" Hector's voice rose in alarm.

"No, I have the guards with me. I'm... just alone in the car," she sniffled, wiping her tears away.

."Alright. Focus on the road, and let me know when you get home. I love you." "Love you too," she said, and hung up.

Her hands tightened around the wheel as she continued driving. Slowly, her pain gave way into anger and disbelief.

Her phone rang again, and she glanced at it. It was an unknown number.

Just as she tried to reach for it, the car swerved into the opposite lane.

"Fuck!" she screamed, slamming the brakes.

But it was too late.

She had crashed into another car hitting like thunder. Her airbag exploded, smashing into her chest.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she slowly got out of the car. She staggered toward the jeep she had hit, her heart pounding.

"Are you okay?" she asked when she reached the driver's side.

"Jesus Christ! What is wrong with you?" the driver shouted as he stepped out. He

was an elderly man with a bald spot in the center of his head.

Theresa glanced at the backseat and saw two small kids and a dog. Guilt coiled in her chest, pulling her close to tears.

She held her stomach instinctively, checking herself/

No wounds. No blood. She and her baby were safe.

Her bodyguards rushed over to manage the scene.

"Are... you guys okay?" she asked again, her yoice shaking.

"No, we're not!" the man yelled. "You almost killed me and my grandkids!"

The guilt doubled. "I'm sorry. Is there something I can do? I'm a medical doctor-" Chapter 192

You've done enough," he spat. Leave us."

And he was right.

The front panet of the jeep was crushed, the tires were bent out of shape. Other motorists began to gather, and Theresa just wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

The kids got out of the car, and as she moved to approach them, the man blocked

her.

"Leave us alone!" He turned away, dialing a number.

One of her guards came closer. "We have to go, ma'am. It's not safe here."

She became more aware of her surroundings-more people had gathered, traffic

was piling up, and even a police car had joined them.

Her car was ruined, smoke rose from the hood. She swallowed hard, fighting to stay composed.

"...I need their insurance-"

"We need to leave now, ma'am," the guard said firmly.

Theresa nodded, and two guards flanked her to another vehicle with her

belongings transferred swiftly.

She sank into the seat, nausea building up at the back of her throat. She didn't

even realize they had reached home until a guard alerted her.

With her head lowered, Theresa stepped into the comfort of her living room.

"Oh God," she whispered, collapsing to the floor.

Everything hit her again. Ivy. Wilson. The accident.

And this time, the nausea bubbled.

She ran to the bathroom and vomited until she was limp in her bones. After

washing her face, she caught her breath and returned to the living room.

Just as she was about to head to the kitchen, her phone rang. She slowly reached

for it and frowned when she saw it was the same unknown number.

"Yes?" she answered sharply.

"Doctor Stone?" a female voice asked.

"Yes," she said politely, her anger fading immediately.

"Ah, great. This is Elaine Chase, the patient you treated."

Theresa sat down. "Hello, Ms. Chase. How are you doing?"

"Awesome. All thanks to you," Elaine said with a chuckle. "I got your number from

Dr. Jackson. I just wanted to say thank you."

Her heart fluttered. "You're welcome, ma'am. Just doing my job."

"Great!" Elaine said brightly, "I was wondering when we could meet up."

"Oh, I'm not your doctor, Ms Chase. You can called Dr Jackson, he-"

"It's not medical," Elaine interrupted gently.

"I'm not into movies."

"It's not that either. It's about Ivy Stone, your sister-in-law."

Pain surged again, but she controlled it. "What about her?"

"I was hoping you could help me set up a meeting with her. I'd like to know more about her."

Tears welled up in Theresa's eyes, and it crept into her voice. "You should call her personal assistant, Ms. Chase. Have a lovely day?

She ended the call and broke down again. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but the pain felt unbearable.

She dropped her hand to her stomach, and another tear slipped out.

Her child. A child who could also be Wills's.

Was she ready for this? To raise a child fathered by a man she despised?

Today showed her just how much she hated Wills.

She sobbed harder as the realization hit.

It was time.

She reached for her phone and dialed a number. "Hey Nicky. I would like to

conduct a DNA test for an unborn child."

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