Two birds. One stone.
He would get paid. And he would finally crush that pest of a woman who had dared to stand over him, who had dared to strip him of dignity
The thought of her made his jaw tighten. The humiliation still burned, eating at him in the quiet hours of the night.
*****
Ivy stood in front of the mirror and barely recognized herself.
Her bedroom buzzed with noise and warmth. Trish, Anna and Irene.
Her eyes flicked to Anna, who was reaching into her bag. And then she saw a small, unassuming bottle of dication.
"Anna, what’s that dicine for?" Ivy asked.
Anna looked up. She gave a soft, reassuring smile. "Oh, my blood pressure. I don’t know when we’ll be back, it’s better I take it now," she said.
Ivy turned sharply to Trish, her eyes wide. "Blood pressure?"
"Oh my God!" Trish exclaid.
"Anna, don’t take that!" Ivy shouted.
"What? What? What’s going on? It’s just my usual dication," Anna asked, eyes wide with confusion.
Then Trish sank into the chair dissolving into serious explanation. She described the strange packages Morgana would send.
"I’ve been using this for years," Anna said softly. "You’re saying Tom and his mistress are doing sothing to ?"
"We don’t know what it is he is doing. But we need to speak with your doctor imdiately," Irene said.
"Just go get married, Ivy. Let’s not put this off for much longer. We can handle this later."
"If this is what puts Tom away for good, then we have to do this now, Anna," she said. "I want my baby back ho, and he is standing in the way of having a complete family."
Anna exhaled, a long, trembling sigh. Even now, even after everything, Tom still had so invisible tether pulling at her, so shadow of control. "Okay. Fine." Anna nodded.
"I’ll call Winn." Ivy said, urgency creeping into her voice, and she grabbed her phone from the dresser, her fingers brushing the sleek surface. She tapped the screen, swiping into the video call, and a few heartbeats later, his face appeared.
"Hey beautiful." Winn was impeccably dressed in his suit. Behind him, she caught a glimpse of Sam’s cane resting against the wall but for the mont, all Ivy could see was Winn, and all she could feel was that familiar pull of need and trust.
Ivy smiled, letting her eyes linger on his jawline, the way his lips curved, the way his eyes seed to pierce straight into her. "Hi," she said.
"You aren’t ready yet?" Winn’s brow lifted.
Ivy hesitated, biting her lip, a small, playful smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Uh... there has been so kind of delay."
She glanced back at Anna, who stood quietly, watching her.
"No! No! no! Whatever you are about to say, don’t...please don’t say it. I am marrying you today, you crazy woman."
Ivy felt the familiar shiver curl along her spine just hearing it, that raw, possessive edge that always made her pulse thrum faster.
Ivy held up the small canister containing Anna’s dication, her fingers tight around it. "I will et you at the court. I have a small mystery to solve."
"That’s mum’s dicine. What’s going on?"
"I think Tom has been poisoning her."
"Lord have rcy. Does this ever end? Jas ntioned the sa to . I didn’t understand. What is happening?" Winn’s face twisted. She could see him running one hand through his hair.
"That’s what I am going to find out. We just need to speak with your mum’s doctor real quick, and I will co right back and marry you, okay?"
"Babe! No... Ivy!"
Ivy lunged for the end call button. Her lips curved in a wicked grin. She wanted to tell him to stop whining.
On the other end of the call, Winn cursed, a deep, throaty sound as soon as the screen went blank. "God fucking dammit!" His frustration spilled into the room. "I’m beginning to think your granddaughter doesn’t want to marry ! Fuck it! We gotta go." He said to Sam and Evans.
"What’s going on?" Evans asked.
"She thinks Tom has been poisoning my mother and is now going all Nancy Drew on our fucking wedding day!" Winn barked, pacing the room.
"Sounds like her," Sam said dryly, rising to his feet, the sort of calm, collected energy that balanced Winn’s flare-ups.
"I’m going to get her. I’m going to spank her..." Winn muttered, muttering the words under his breath.
"Hey!" Sam and Evans yelled in unison, shaking their heads.
"What? She is going to be my wife!" Winn countered, hands gesturing wildly.
"Yeah...we don’t have to hear about it," Evans snapped, crossing his arms.
"Oh, co on! Let’s go," Winn said finally, exasperation giving way to determination.
"Hold on. How about this? I will go get the bride, and I will get soone else to handle this other situation. You just get to the courthouse." Evans said.
Winn dipped his hands into his pockets. "You are going to call Tim, aren’t you?" he asked.
"Yup!" Evans said, turning on his heel and striding out before another argunt could erupt. The echo of his footsteps seed to reverberate, leaving Winn alone with Sam in his bedroom.
"Co on. Let’s get you married," Sam said, motioning toward the door.
"Yeah...if my bride actually shows up. Jesus..." Winn muttered.
"Quit whining," Sam said, rolling his eyes.
******
anwhile, Tom stood in front of Morgana’s house, shoulders slumped, pride shattered into jagged pieces at his feet.
"Morgana, please listen to ," he said.
"Tom... I’m done with you. I told you touching my kids was not part of the deal. It’s over." There was fire in her eyes, a simring storm of fury. Her lips pressed into a hard line.
"Morgana, I can fix this. I just need you to hear out. I can get us everything and more. We will go sowhere else. My plan is perfect, sweetie. Co on. Let’s go sowhere else, we will start all over again."
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