Chinwe_Marthar

Ivy Delacroix had it all, an upcoming wedding to the man she thought she loved and a future she could proudly show off to the world. 

That is, until the night of her eighteenth birthday, when everything came crashing down. 

Framed by her fiancé and stepsister, Ivy was caught in a scandal that destroyed her reputation in one fell swoop. 

Devastated but determined, she vowed to get revenge and reclaim her dignity.

In her search for retribution, she meets the powerful Valerian Northcott, the most influential man in Brighton Falls.

When a chance encounter leads her to take a gamble on a strange opportunity, having sex with him to rise from the ashes, she unexpectedly finds herself in his orbit.

Drunk and filled with both frustration and courage from the alcohol, Ivy mocks Valerian’s reputation, calling his powerful "tool" anything but thick.

The next morning, she wakes up with a sore back and a vivid memory of a night that would change everything. 

Valerian, ever the tease, calmly asks her if she still thinks he isn’t thick enough. 

What follows is a delicate storyline of pride, misunderstanding, and undeniable chemistry as Ivy’s attempt at revenge begins to unfold as something much more complex, an attraction she never saw coming.

Contract Marriage To Get Revenge: One Night Stand With A Stranger

Valerian Northcott's eyes scanned the file, lingering on certain details as he flipped through the pages.

The first thing that caught his attention was a photo of Ivy Delacroix without makeup.

Even stripped of all the artificial enhancements, she was still remarkably beautiful.

Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, carried an almost mischievous glint, yet there was a purity in their brightness, a contrast of cunning and innocence, like a fox who had seen too much of the world but remained untouched by it.

Graduated from: Law School of Silver Creek Institute, Stonegate.

Graduation Experience: Joined Chamberlain Law Group in Stonegate. In two years, handled more than 100 cases of all sizes, winning every single one.

At the bottom of the page were her contact details: phone number and address.

As Valerian read, Ezra, his assistant, spoke up. "This Miss Ivy is already a well-known lawyer in Stonegate with a very promising future. It's unclear why she suddenly turned down a high-salary offer from a prestigious foreign law firm to return to BrightonFalls."

Valerian's expression remained impassive, his mind absorbing the information.

Ezra stood silently for a moment, then, receiving no further instructions, nodded respectfully. "If you have no other tasks for me, I'll leave you to your work, sir."

Valerian didn't reply immediately, his gaze still fixed on Ivy's photograph.

Something about her intrigued him, something beyond the obvious beauty.

Then, without any more hesitation, he turned his attention to the phone number at the bottom of the page.

Ivy Delacroix walked into the building, immediately sensing the stagnant, almost lethargic atmosphere that filled the air.

The law firm seemed deserted, almost ghostly.

As she passed the receptionist's desk, she noticed the young woman behind the counter was engrossed in her phone, completely oblivious to her presence.

Ivy approached the desk, and when the receptionist didn't acknowledge her, she leaned forward and tapped her index finger against the wooden counter.

The sharp sound echoed in the quiet room, cutting through the silence.

The receptionist looked up, her expression annoyed. "What?"

"I'm here to see President Sterling," Ivy replied, her voice calm and controlled.

The receptionist didn't even look up again, continuing to focus on her phone.

Without missing a beat, she lazily pointed to her left. "Turn left at the end of the hallway and keep going straight. His office is at the very back."

"Thank you." Ivy wasn't fazed by the receptionist's disinterest.

She simply nodded and followed the directions, making her way down the hall.

The atmosphere in the firm grew more oppressive the further she walked, the walls lined with empty offices.

It didn't take long for her to reach the door at the end of the hall. She stopped in front of it and knocked.

"Who's there?" a voice called out from inside.

"I'm Angel, the one you've been expecting," Ivy responded, her tone firm yet polite.

There was a brief silence followed by the hurried shuffle of footsteps, then the sound of a window opening, followed by the approach of the door.

It opened quickly, revealing a man standing in the doorway.

There's No Such Thing As Coincidences