A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Aunt May’s house had always been the perfect hideout for Ivy and Mason when they were dating. They spent hours there, since her father never wanted to see them together. Patrick had never liked Mason and he made no effort to hide it.

Aunt May, however, was the first person to accept Mason, which was why Ivy wasn’t entirely surprised to know he’d found her here,

“What are you doing here?” Ivy demanded, standing up abruptly.

“Get out of my house,” May ordered, gesturing at the door.

“Can’t a man come see his ex–wife and ex–in law?” Mason asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Ivy didn’t like the look on his face. “No, he can’t Leave Mason,” she said firmly.

Instead of turning towards the door, Mason took a seat on Aunt May’s couch.

“You imbecile!” May yelled, her voice sharp with anger.

“Easy now, Tiger,” Mason chuckled, crossing his legs nonchalantly. “I just came to see your niece.”

“What do you want?” Ivy asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“First, I’d like to say I don’t appreciate you hurting my fiancée,” Mason said, wagging a finger at her.

Ivy’s brow arched. “Hurting your fiancéel”

“Yes. Cheryl told all the nasty things you said to her. I don’t like it,” Mason said with a frown.

Jealousy rose in Ivy’s chest at the possessive tone Mason used for Cheryl–a tone he once reserved for her. “You should know by now that your fiancée is a liar,” she shot back, her voice icy.

“You’re engaged to Cheryl?” May asked, standing up from her seat. “You bastard““.

“I won’t have you calling me or Cheryl names,” Mason said in his usual calm tone that normally drove Ivy crazy. “I understand you might be sad and angry, but don’t take it out on her. She has done nothing wrong.”

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Anger surged in Ivy’s chest but she tamed it. She wasn’t going to let Mason control her emotions. “Get out, Mason. I don’t want to talk to you anymore,”

A sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I know you’re upset, Ivy. I can see why you’d humiliate your best friend in public.” He emphasized the last two words.

“She stopped being my best friend the moment she opened her legs for you!” Ivy snapped.

“It’s not her fault, Ivy. She-”

“It’s yours, then, right?” May interrupted. “It’s your fault that you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants and you destroyed your family?”

A flash of anger crossed Mason’s face as he turned to May. “Actually, no. It’s your niece’s fault for ruining our family. If she’d been the wife she was supposed to be, I wouldn’t be needing other women.

“So you admit that there were other women?” Ivy chimed in, not bothering to conceal her disgust.

“It’s your fault that they existed! I would never have been with any of them if it wasn’t for you!” Mason retorted.

“You’re so pathetic,” May spat.

“Oh shut up, May. Mason barked, “You’re ope to talk. When was the last time you had a relationship? The Stone Age?”

May gasped, and Ivy, fueled by anger, walked over and slapped Mason hard across the face–so hard that her palm ached.

“You have no right to insult my aunt! I’ve had enough of you. Now leave!” Ivy demanded, her voice trembling with tury

Mason touched his check, releasing an ugly laugh. “I’ll let that slide–this time” He rose to his feet. “But consider this a warning. Ivy. IE Cheryl complains about you again, I’ll deal with you” His voice was stern

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Chapter 13

And what would you do?” Ivy matched his tone. “You should tell Cheryl to stay away from me. She’s lucky I was a mess yesterday. Next

time, she won’t be.”

“Pretending to know Silas Stone?” Mason continued, his voice harsh with malice. “I knew you were a liar. I just didn’t know you’d go this far. Attention seeker!”

“Leave my house before I call the police!” May shrilled.

“Oh I’m leaving.” Mason said. “I just came to say my piece. And for hitting me,” he turned to Ivy, fury in his eyes. “My offer has dropped to half a million, Take it, or I’ll withdraw it entirely.”

Mason straightened his jacket, scoffed, and left the h house.

Once he was gone, Ivy collapsed into her aunt’s arms. “I’m so sorry, Aunt May,” she whispered.

Ivy was really sad. May had endured so much–from losing her husband, to losing one of her children, and then the estrangement of her other child, Rita, who hadn’t spoken to her in over five years now.

“No, he doesn’t,” Ivy answered, straightening up.

Ivy sighed. “Thank you.”

“I never thought she’d betray you like this. She was like a sister to you.”