Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“Elsa–”

“Turning me has caused—” her voice trailed off, sounding a little strained. “I can’t tell you.” She ended in a devasted sigh.

Ivy sat up in bed, remembering what had happened to her on the roof when she had wanted to tell her something Chris hadn’t want her to know.

“Then text me.”

“It will hurt just the same.”

Ivy had never heard Elsa sound so… restricted. She was starting to get desperate now.

“Get someone else to so it.”

“I can’t.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Moments of silence passed between them, the words settling into their hearts and holding different meanings to each.

“I’m here for you,” Ivy spoke up, breaking the silence, “no matter what it is.”

“I feel very lucky to have you.” Elsa let out a sigh, the rustling of something in the background accompaning her voice. “You have no idea.”

Ivy’s felt her heart squeezed with a foreign sadness. Elsa was unhappy and couldn’t tell her why. It made her really angry at Chris. This wasn’t how their friendship was before he came. Him and the consequences of being with him.

“Get some rest.”

“Thanks. I guess I need time to clear my head anyways. Goodnight.”

Ivy was quick to call Chris the moment she dropped the call.

“My lov–”

“What happened in the meeting?” She cut him off with her question, not allowing him the chance of swaying her with his voice that always found hard to resist.

“Ivy.” He said and even with how carefree and humourous Chris always sounded, she had sensed it right there that things hadn’t gone well.

“Tell me.”

“It’s something about the House.” Then he added, on an intentional lighter tone, dismissing it. “Everything is okay.”

“Everything is not okay.” She stood up from bed, pacing around. “Elsa is not okay and she can’t tell me why. My best friend can’t open up to me, you’d better start telling me what happened.”

“Ivy, this is about the House.”

“And why can’t you tell me?” She begged, already getting frustrated.

“You are not a part of my world,” he snapped, his voice hard, “you can’t understand!”

Her hand stiffened on the phone, her eyes wide with shock and she dropped to the bed, hurt.

“By the Blood, Ivy, I’m sorry.” He said hurriedly, fully apologetic. “I’m just so frustrated.”

She nodded, blinking away the tears that welled up in her eyes, refusing to let it run down her cheeks.

“I took a trip.”

“What? To where? When? The Bodyguards didn’t tell me anything–”

“Because they didn’t know.” She crossed her arms across her chest, shrugging. “It’s a very special kind of trip.”

That made her nervous though.

Did Girald do something to them? How dangerous were these people – no— creatures that she was in this Villa with.

What were they?

“Where are you? I need to know, please. I feel very unsettled not knowing where you are.” The words of worry seeped out through the phone speakers.

“Because of what happened in the meeting?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. She felt more anger than hurt now. “You should tell me. Oh yes, you don’t want to.”

“Ivy, where are you?”

“You won’t understand. You are not part of my world.”

“By the Blood—I’m sorry, okay. I apologize. I was out of line, I know. Please, forgive me.”

“Then tell me already. Just this once please, and I won’t ask again.”

“Where are you?”

Hissing, she hung up, tossing the phone aside on the bed.

It dinged immediately.

A message.

‘Jett couldn’t trace the call, so tell please me where you are. I don’t have a good feeling about this.’

She ignored it, calling her parents instead. Her mum was glad she went on the trip.

“Get pregnant! Make sure he is rich and has a good life ahead of him. I’m tired of sponsoring all your expenses!”

Great. At least now she had her answer. The sweetness was not a permanent thing.

Well, she would survive as she always did.

“I am a brilliant lady and I can get money myself.” She said before exploding into an unprovoked chuckle.

“But you don’t. That is the point, Romito, you don’t. You prefer to be spoiled, you have a office and you always call in sick. You don’t go to work.”

Her mum was right. She preferred to be spoilt. Being an independent lady was tempting but the burden was back wreaking for the time she had tried it. So, if she could have someone else do it for her, why not?

“I’m not getting pregnant.”

Not now, not ever.

Her and Chris could never have kids of their own, but maybe they would adopt… or not, she really couldn’t tell after their fight tonight.

She was still filled with rage.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Sweetheart?”

“Pa.”

Her father had taken the phone from her mother, his voice filled with worry.

“What was the reason for this trip?”

Lying to her Father was always rather difficult than lying to her Mother.

“I–”

“Answer yes or no to questions after this. Do you need me to come and get you?”

Her lips stretched into a smile as she remembered he had done the exact thing after her wedding, when she had been brought to the villa.

Her heart felt warm at the thought.

His love for her was long standing, unchanging.

“I’m fine, Pa.”

“I told you yes or no.” He said his voice, light with humor.

“No.”

She chuckled and they bursted out in laughter.

“If you need me, just give me a call. I’ll be there.”

“The flight might take an hour or so to even get here.”

“Never said I was going to take a flight.”

“Then what?”

He sighed, like he was about to reveal a grave secret. “I have superpowers.”

“What?” She laughed again, her cheeks aching.

He gave a dramatic sigh. “Yes, I can fly and I have speed.”

“You have a super name?”

“I haven’t decided on it yet.”

“Damn. I’ll definitely tell Ma about this.”

“She already knows.”

Ivy let out an exaggerated, shocked gasp.

“I never wanted you to find out this way. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”