Chapter 65

Ivy's POV I'd been so pleased to see Kane get what he deserved, but as Ryan stormed out, the reality hit me hard – I had no place in this house anymore. I frantically rushed upstairs to my room, changing into my newest designer dress and fastening every piece of expensive jewelry I owned. If the old lady was going to throw me out, I'd at least take something valuable with me. I'd barely clasped the last diamond bracelet when Martha–that old witch who'd been the grandmother's most loyal servant for decades–burst through my door. Her wrinkled face twisted into something feral, hissing like an angry snake. "You filthy little whore, seducing Young Master Kane! You deserve worse than death!" she shrieked, grabbing a fistful of my hair so violently my scalp burned. Before I could even scream, three or four sturdy maids charged in, pouncing on me like hungry beasts, tearing at my clothes. I struggled desperately, my voice caught in my throat. My dress ripped apart under their hands while they