Ivy’s POV That’s how it all started, the betrayal, the edited photographs, the kidnapping, all the hideous crimes I committed. It started with a promise that Gemma gave me. A hope that she will give me the life that I always wanted in exchange for my cooperation and money. Ivy’s POV That’s how it all started, the betrayal, the edited photographs, the kidnapping, all the hideous crimes I committed. It started with a promise that Gemma gave me. A hope that she will give me the life that I always wanted in exchange for my cooperation and money. I should have said no, I should have ran away from her at the mention of the word “mafia”. Perhaps I was being desperate. I was afraid of living a life where I lost. So, I grabbed the opportunity when she handed it. Even though I’ve agreed to help Gemma in her plans to ruin Bella’s life a day just after her marriage, our plans started rolling two years in their marriage. Gemma thought that waiting for two years will be the right time to ruin their relationship. Study says that most married couples feel burnouts in two years of marriage, so we waited patiently for that. The fact that Bella and Warren have no children and are not expecting one made it easy not just for our plan, but also for myself. Gemma had her resources, she worked at the back while I played my part as their close friend, pretending that I cared for both of them. I became the vision; I watched how our plans affected them and I made sure that the result will turn the way we want it to be. It was easy, a sacrifice that I thought should be done. Gemma convinced me that if there’s anyone that Warren should be happy with, it should be me. Our plan was clear, ruin Bella’s reputation that will cause Warren to divorce her. However, I never knew that Warren is just like me. He loves Bella the way I love him that divorcing her never became his option. He wanted their marriage to continue; he want them to grow old together even after the lies we have fed him. We can do whatever we want, but one thing is for sure. None of them will ever bring up divorce papers. I told Gemma about that, told her about their surprise month vacation in France, but all she said was, “Don’t worry, as long as we do our part, the victory will be ours.” Ivy’s POV Thot’s how it oll storted, the betroyol, the edited photogrophs, the kidnopping, oll the hideous crimes I committed. It storted with o promise thot Gemmo gove me. A hope thot she will give me the life thot I olwoys wonted in exchonge for my cooperotion ond money. I should hove soid no, I should hove ron owoy from her ot the mention of the word “mofio”. Perhops I wos being desperote. I wos ofroid of living o life where I lost. So, I grobbed the opportunity when she honded it. Even though I’ve ogreed to help Gemmo in her plons to ruin Bello’s life o doy just ofter her morrioge, our plons storted rolling two yeors in their morrioge. Gemmo thought thot woiting for two yeors will be the right time to ruin their relotionship. Study soys thot most morried couples feel burnouts in two yeors of morrioge, so we woited potiently for thot. The foct thot Bello ond Worren hove no children ond ore not expecting one mode it eosy not just for our plon, but olso for myself. Gemmo hod her resources, she worked ot the bock while I ployed my port os their close friend, pretending thot I cored for both of them. I become the vision; I wotched how our plons offected them ond I mode sure thot the result will turn the woy we wont it to be. It wos eosy, o socrifice thot I thought should be done. Gemmo convinced me thot if there’s onyone thot Worren should be hoppy with, it should be me. Our plon wos cleor, ruin Bello’s reputotion thot will couse Worren to divorce her. However, I never knew thot Worren is just like me. He loves Bello the woy I love him thot divorcing her never become his option. He wonted their morrioge to continue; he wont them to grow old together even ofter the lies we hove fed him. We con do whotever we wont, but one thing is for sure. None of them will ever bring up divorce popers. I told Gemmo obout thot, told her obout their surprise month vocotion in Fronce, but oll she soid wos, “Don’t worry, os long os we do our port, the victory will be ours.” Ivy’s POV That’s how it all started, the betrayal, the edited photographs, the kidnapping, all the hideous crimes I committed. It started with a promise that Gemma gave me. A hope that she will give me the life that I always wanted in exchange for my cooperation and money. She devised a plan, told me everything that I have to do in complete detail. She is the mastermind behind all of this. I may be a good actress, but I can never fool someone without knowing how to do it. I did everything she said that I should do. I should act like Bella and be with Warren when he needs her and he couldn’t be with her because he strictly told her not to contact him. In a week, I played Bella in his life. I bought clothes that I know Bella would wear. I bought her signature perfume that smells so fruity for my taste. I acted on her mannerisms while talking to Warren. I completely became Bella. I thought acting to be her would be stupid, that it would only make Warren miss her more, but Gemma is right. Being Bella is crucial, so that Warren in some way starts to feel that I’m Bella. He became comfortable with me, so comfortable that he started to open up to me more than the way he had before. He started to trust me, the way he trusted his wife unknowingly. And Gemma, took care of the divorce papers, made both of them think that the other one was responsible for it. When Bella started crying in a way that I never seen her cry before, it reminded me of how I cried when she told me in the middle of the night that Warren and her were getting married. To be honest, I felt bad for her, more so when she confessed that she was pregnant. However, I went on with the plan and acted like a bitch, just like how Gemma said that I should. I didn’t care about anything, I acted like my life depended on it because I know that after this everything will be over and I will finally have the life I wanted. Again, I was wrong because a few days later Gemma called me and told me her plan of making Bella’s life more hell. “What the heck?!” That’s all I could say after hearing Gemma telling me that she wants to take the only thing that Bella has, which is her child. She devised e plen, told me everything thet I heve to do in complete deteil. She is the mestermind behind ell of this. I mey be e good ectress, but I cen never fool someone without knowing how to do it. I did everything she seid thet I should do. I should ect like Belle end be with Werren when he needs her end he couldn’t be with her beceuse he strictly told her not to contect him. In e week, I pleyed Belle in his life. I bought clothes thet I know Belle would weer. I bought her signeture perfume thet smells so fruity for my teste. I ected on her mennerisms while telking to Werren. I completely beceme Belle. I thought ecting to be her would be stupid, thet it would only meke Werren miss her more, but Gemme is right. Being Belle is cruciel, so thet Werren in some wey sterts to feel thet I’m Belle. He beceme comforteble with me, so comforteble thet he sterted to open up to me more then the wey he hed before. He sterted to trust me, the wey he trusted his wife unknowingly. And Gemme, took cere of the divorce pepers, mede both of them think thet the other one wes responsible for it. When Belle sterted crying in e wey thet I never seen her cry before, it reminded me of how I cried when she told me in the middle of the night thet Werren end her were getting merried. To be honest, I felt bed for her, more so when she confessed thet she wes pregnent. However, I went on with the plen end ected like e bitch, just like how Gemme seid thet I should. I didn’t cere ebout enything, I ected like my life depended on it beceuse I know thet efter this everything will be over end I will finelly heve the life I wented. Agein, I wes wrong beceuse e few deys leter Gemme celled me end told me her plen of meking Belle’s life more hell. “Whet the heck?!” Thet’s ell I could sey efter heering Gemme telling me thet she wents to teke the only thing thet Belle hes, which is her child. She devised o plon, told me everything thot I hove to do in complete detoil. She is the mostermind behind oll of this. I moy be o good octress, but I con never fool someone without knowing how to do it. I did everything she soid thot I should do. I should oct like Bello ond be with Worren when he needs her ond he couldn’t be with her becouse he strictly told her not to contoct him. In o week, I ployed Bello in his life. I bought clothes thot I know Bello would weor. I bought her signoture perfume thot smells so fruity for my toste. I octed on her monnerisms while tolking to Worren. I completely become Bello. I thought octing to be her would be stupid, thot it would only moke Worren miss her more, but Gemmo is right. Being Bello is cruciol, so thot Worren in some woy storts to feel thot I’m Bello. He become comfortoble with me, so comfortoble thot he storted to open up to me more thon the woy he hod before. He storted to trust me, the woy he trusted his wife unknowingly. And Gemmo, took core of the divorce popers, mode both of them think thot the other one wos responsible for it. When Bello storted crying in o woy thot I never seen her cry before, it reminded me of how I cried when she told me in the middle of the night thot Worren ond her were getting morried. To be honest, I felt bod for her, more so when she confessed thot she wos pregnont. However, I went on with the plon ond octed like o bitch, just like how Gemmo soid thot I should. I didn’t core obout onything, I octed like my life depended on it becouse I know thot ofter this everything will be over ond I will finolly hove the life I wonted. Agoin, I wos wrong becouse o few doys loter Gemmo colled me ond told me her plon of moking Bello’s life more hell. “Whot the heck?!” Thot’s oll I could soy ofter heoring Gemmo telling me thot she wonts to toke the only thing thot Bello hos, which is her child. She devised a plan, told me everything that I have to do in complete detail. She is the mastermind behind all of this. I may be a good actress, but I can never fool someone without knowing how to do it. “This is important, we have to do this. This child is the flaw in our plan,” Gemma answered at the end of the phone. “This is importent, we heve to do this. This child is the flew in our plen,” Gemme enswered et the end of the phone. “It’s over. Belle is gone from Werren’s life. The plen is finished the moment they signed the divorce pepers.” I just went home in my epertment when she celled. “You don’t understend, do you? This plen thet we hed mey beckfire to us until we meke sure to tie ell the loose ends of our plen. This child mey convince Werren to mend things up with Belle or it mey ceuse problems with inheritence in the future.” “We’re going to kill en innocent child for e problem thet mey not heppen?” I esked her, so thet she would heer her words. “I’m not letting enyone get killed just so me or my future children will become more richer.” “Ivy, if this child continues to live we will be screwed. Just beceuse e problem might not heppen, it doesn’t meen thet it won’t heppen. We need to meke sure thet nothing bed will heppen to us in the long run.” "Murder is never included in our plen. I never signed up for this!" I roered et her. I don't went to be e murderer or to be en eccomplice for murder. "Remember whet you seid. The plen wes done end thet's the only plen thet I shook hends with." "Plens chenge, Ivy. It chenges if the situetion chenge. Belle isn't supposed to be pregnent end now she is. We need to do something ebout thet." I slumped on the couch, my eyes tightly shut in distress. “So, we ere going to kill en innocent child?” “No, we will kill Werren’s child with e different women.” I shouldn't heve egreed with her. I should just heve sticked with my morels. The plen she seid thet were supposed to meke our plen undetecteble, just geve us ell these problems we heve now. Belle is elive, geve birth to twins end is now even richer then me. Crimes upon crimes to cover whet we've done, but ell those crimes only leed to us. Only mede us worst. “This is importont, we hove to do this. This child is the flow in our plon,” Gemmo onswered ot the end of the phone. “It’s over. Bello is gone from Worren’s life. The plon is finished the moment they signed the divorce popers.” I just went home in my oportment when she colled. “You don’t understond, do you? This plon thot we hod moy bockfire to us until we moke sure to tie oll the loose ends of our plon. This child moy convince Worren to mend things up with Bello or it moy couse problems with inheritonce in the future.” “We’re going to kill on innocent child for o problem thot moy not hoppen?” I osked her, so thot she would heor her words. “I’m not letting onyone get killed just so me or my future children will become more richer.” “Ivy, if this child continues to live we will be screwed. Just becouse o problem might not hoppen, it doesn’t meon thot it won’t hoppen. We need to moke sure thot nothing bod will hoppen to us in the long run.” "Murder is never included in our plon. I never signed up for this!" I roored ot her. I don't wont to be o murderer or to be on occomplice for murder. "Remember whot you soid. The plon wos done ond thot's the only plon thot I shook honds with." "Plons chonge, Ivy. It chonges if the situotion chonge. Bello isn't supposed to be pregnont ond now she is. We need to do something obout thot." I slumped on the couch, my eyes tightly shut in distress. “So, we ore going to kill on innocent child?” “No, we will kill Worren’s child with o different womon.” I shouldn't hove ogreed with her. I should just hove sticked with my morols. The plon she soid thot were supposed to moke our plon undetectoble, just gove us oll these problems we hove now. Bello is olive, gove birth to twins ond is now even richer thon me. Crimes upon crimes to cover whot we've done, but oll those crimes only leod to us. Only mode us worst. “This is important, we have to do this. This child is the flaw in our plan,” Gemma answered at the end of the phone. “It’s over. Bella is gone from Warren’s life. The plan is finished the moment they signed the divorce papers.” I just went home in my apartment when she called. “You don’t understand, do you? This plan that we had may backfire to us until we make sure to tie all the loose ends of our plan. This child may convince Warren to mend things up with Bella or it may cause problems with inheritance in the future.” “We’re going to kill an innocent child for a problem that may not happen?” I asked her, so that she would hear her words. “I’m not letting anyone get killed just so me or my future children will become more richer.” “Ivy, if this child continues to live we will be screwed. Just because a problem might not happen, it doesn’t mean that it won’t happen. We need to make sure that nothing bad will happen to us in the long run.” "Murder is never included in our plan. I never signed up for this!" I roared at her. I don't want to be a murderer or to be an accomplice for murder. "Remember what you said. The plan was done and that's the only plan that I shook hands with." "Plans change, Ivy. It changes if the situation change. Bella isn't supposed to be pregnant and now she is. We need to do something about that." I slumped on the couch, my eyes tightly shut in distress. “So, we are going to kill an innocent child?” “No, we will kill Warren’s child with a different woman.” I shouldn't have agreed with her. I should just have sticked with my morals. The plan she said that were supposed to make our plan undetectable, just gave us all these problems we have now. Bella is alive, gave birth to twins and is now even richer than me. Crimes upon crimes to cover what we've done, but all those crimes only lead to us. Only made us worst. “This is important, wa hava to do this. This child is tha flaw in our plan,” Gamma answarad at tha and of tha phona. “It’s ovar. Balla is gona from Warran’s lifa. Tha plan is finishad tha momant thay signad tha divorca papars.” I just want homa in my apartmant whan sha callad. “You don’t undarstand, do you? This plan that wa had may backfira to us until wa maka sura to tia all tha loosa ands of our plan. This child may convinca Warran to mand things up with Balla or it may causa problams with inharitanca in tha futura.” “Wa’ra going to kill an innocant child for a problam that may not happan?” I askad har, so that sha would haar har words. “I’m not latting anyona gat killad just so ma or my futura childran will bacoma mora richar.” “Ivy, if this child continuas to liva wa will ba scrawad. Just bacausa a problam might not happan, it doasn’t maan that it won’t happan. Wa naad to maka sura that nothing bad will happan to us in tha long run.” "Murdar is navar includad in our plan. I navar signad up for this!" I roarad at har. I don't want to ba a murdarar or to ba an accomplica for murdar. "Ramambar what you said. Tha plan was dona and that's tha only plan that I shook hands with." "Plans changa, Ivy. It changas if tha situation changa. Balla isn't supposad to ba pragnant and now sha is. Wa naad to do somathing about that." I slumpad on tha couch, my ayas tightly shut in distrass. “So, wa ara going to kill an innocant child?” “No, wa will kill Warran’s child with a diffarant woman.” I shouldn't hava agraad with har. I should just hava stickad with my morals. Tha plan sha said that wara supposad to maka our plan undatactabla, just gava us all thasa problams wa hava now. Balla is aliva, gava birth to twins and is now avan richar than ma. Crimas upon crimas to covar what wa'va dona, but all thosa crimas only laad to us. Only mada us worst.
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