Her Return, His Regret novel Chapter 78

At the Williams’ mansion the next day…

Ivy dressed up in a gorgeous emerald green gown, ready for the engagement ceremony. Although she hadn’t seen Ryan since Lora's kidnapping incident because he claimed to be busy, she didn’t really care since Lora was gone for good now.

Whether Ryan liked it or not, Ivy was the only one he could marry in this lifetime.

A smirk crossed her red-coloured lips as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was beautiful.

Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, her skin as fair as snow and her lips were shaped like a bow. She had beautiful green eyes that could make any man fall for her.

So, why didn’t Ryan love her? Why did he only have eyes for Lora? Even when Lora had another man, Ryan still kept her in his heart.

Ivy frowned, irritation flaring through her at the thought. It didn’t matter anyway… in the end, she was getting what she always wanted- power.

Being a Kingsley meant being the most powerful person in the city. She wanted to be better than everyone else.

“Ivy, are you done? The ceremony will start soon,” Celine Williams, Ivy’s mother, walked into Ivy’s room and asked.

She paused when she saw Ivy standing by the floor-to-length mirror, her brows meeting. “Be careful. What if it was Ryan who entered your room? He would have found out about your legs.”

Ivy glanced at her mother and replied, “Ryan would never come here looking for me, Mom. Unless it's to confront me about something."

Celine sighed. She got closer and took a hairbrush before helping Ivy smoothen her hair. As she did this, she glanced at her daughter through the mirror and asked, “So, how long do you intend to be in that wheelchair? Ryan is practically yours now. Are you going to spend the rest of your life in that chair?”

Ivy shook her head and replied, “No, Mom. After Ryan and I get married, Doctor Richard will miraculously find an expert Doctor who will manage to treat my legs and voila! I’ll be able to walk again."

In Ivy's mind, as long as she was Mrs Kingsley, she didn't have to use her legs to make Ryan give in to her. Once it was official, she planned to get rid of the wheelchair and use her legs normally again.

Celine frowned. She nodded and said, “That’s a good plan. Just make sure no one finds out before that… the Kingsleys look like they are kind but they can be ruthless to those who offend them.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. Due to the past that I share with Ryan… no matter what I do, he has no choice but to forgive me,” Ivy remarked, a smug smirk on her lips.

Celine smiled. She placed the hairbrush on the vanity table before saying, “There, you’re ready now. Let’s go. I would have loved it if your husband-to-be would have come to pick you up himself.”

“Mom, don’t concern yourself with that. What matters to me is becoming Mrs Kingsley… once my goal is reached, I can do anything I want to do,” Ivy said, smiling proudly.

She thought in her mind, ‘With Lora gone, Ryan is finally mine. Soon, it will be official.’

Ivy smirked at the memory of how smoothly everything went. Although her father had failed to attend Lora’s funeral, it was obvious from the tight security at the Davis’ mansion that they were in mourning.

They must have been devastated to lose their daughter whom they had found only a few years ago. A cruel look flashed through Ivy’s eyes as she mused, ‘Don’t blame me, Lora. Blame yourself for falling for a man who wasn’t meant to be yours.’

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An hour later, Ivy, wearing a smug, satisfied smile of a victor, arrived at the venue with her parents.