A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Mason drummed his fingers on his table, waiting for his call to connect. His eyes

were set on the door, in case Jenny walked in.

"Hello?" came the voice on the phone.

Mason straightened up. "Hello, Carson Webb."

"Yes?" Carson's voice was firm. "Who's this?"

"It's Mason Hunter. We spoke about you purchasing my company."

"Ah, yes. Mr. Hunter," Carson said, his tone softening slightly.

"How do we proceed? Should I come get the check, or is someone bringing the cash?" Mason asked, unable to hide his excitement.

Selling the company was the perfect idea like Joe had suggested it. There was nothing left-no employees, no future. Just Jenny. And when the sale was done, he would buy her that Ferrari, get his son, and make Cheryl's life miserable.

"Not yet, Mr. Hunter," Carson said. "We-"

"You want to check out the place?" Mason interrupted. "You're welcome anytime. It's spacious-"

"Mr Hunter," Carson cut in sharply. "I'm not interested."

Mason didn't hear that, he just went on. "What time would be convenient for you?

I can do it right now. You-"

"Mr Hunter!" Carson snapped. "I'm not buying."

Mason blinked. "What?"

"I changed my mind. Sorry."

His heart dropped and he stood up abruptly, sweat rolling down his neck. “Is... something wrong?"

"I have decided not to proceed with the purchase," Carson replied. "I can't deal with a convict. I don't trust your ways."

"I'm not a convict!" Mason yelled. At least not yet, but he didn't say that. He sat back down, struggling to steady his breath. "I understand your concern, but I assure you, everything is good."

"Sorry," Carson said.

"I can reduce the price," Mason said quickly. "You can pay less-"

"Goodbye, Mr. Hunter."

"Carson-" But the call ended. "Fuck!" Mason roared, flipping his table. Papers, pens, and empty bottles clattered to the floor. He stom

chest tight with rage.

When he placed his company for sale, he had expected a rush of offers. He was Mason Hunter; people should've been lining up.

Instead, only two people had shown interest. One never called back, and now Carson was out.

"Fuck!" he screamed, his voice echoing in the room.

His phone rang and he rushed to it, thinking it was Carson. When he saw it was

his mother on the line, his forehead creased.

He picked up, only because he needed a distraction and a new plan.

around, his

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24 JUNE

"Hello, mother."

"Mason! Why have you been avoiding my calls?" Martha's voice was thick with annoyance. "Paige called you too and you ignored us, is that crazy get back in your house?"

Mason rolled his eyes. "No, Cheryl isn't back."

His thoughts drifted to her and Ivy, and anger returned in his chest.

"Then why haven't you been answering?" Martha's voice went soft. "I thought that witch was there. She has stopped responding to my messages. She still wouldn't let us get the boy. She-"

"Mother," he interrupted, biting his inner cheek. "Can I call you later?"

"Absolutely not, Mason," Martha snapped, her voice rising again. "We haven't

spoken in days, and you didn't send the money like you promised."

He clenched his fists. "I don't want to talk about that right now."

"Why? Because of Cheryl?"

Her statement almost made his vein pop. "No. Later, mother," he said, ending the call before she could say more.

He tucked his phone in his pocket and looked around. The mess on the floor mirrored the chaos in his head.

He stepped over the debris to the mini-fridge. He was craving a drink, but when he opened the fridge, he found it empty.

"Fuck!" he growled, slamming the fridge door, and breaking its bottom hinge.

The door to his office opened and he heard Joe's voice before he saw him. "What happened here?"

Mason didn't answer. He walked past the broken fridge and slumped in his chair.

Joe stepped forward, concern etched on his face. "How did it go with Carson Webb?"

Mason rubbed his forehead, anger simmering again. "Bad. Very bad," he confessed. "Did anyone else call?"

"No," Joe said. "Where's Jenny? She should come clean this up."

"She's not here yet," Mason muttered. “Still on her way."

An awkward silence filled the air before Joe spoke. "I got the contact."

Mason's eyes lit up. "At least some good news."

"But he wants money."

Mason leaned forward. "How much?"

"Five million dollars."

Mason shot to his feet. "Five million?! For a fucking ticket to Mexico? I am only moving there for a while, not starting a whole new life!" He snapped, his eyes wide. "What if I want to run away? He'll charge an arm and leg for a new identity!" Joe shrugged. "I think he has a fixed price for stuff like that."

Mason's eyes darkened, his voice dropped. "What do you mean? Does he really give out new identities? Fake passport and all?"

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"I'm sure he does," Joe nodded. "That's why he's off the radar."

Mason walked to the window, a small sweet thought bubbling inside him.

"I hope you're not thinking of disappearing," Joe said sharply. "You're just going there to clear your head, right?"

Mason turned slowly, a smirk on his lip. "Don't you think that's a great idea?"

Joe blinked. "No!"

"Oh come on, Joe," he said, waving his hand. "You're too serious." He moved closer. "Think about this, I sell the company, I get the money and I start afresh. No criminal records, no terrible past, nothing."

Joe's expression hardened. "You're still on bail. You have an open case."

"All the more reason to go."

Joe paused, studying him. When he saw that he was serious, his eyes flashed

with anger. “I will not be an accessory to your escape. That's criminal!"

"Or you're just a pussy," Mason chuckled.

Joe gasped. "How dare you!"

"Come on, Joe," Mason said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Loosen up, nobody

has to know."

"That's sick!" Joe snapped, suddenly red-faced.

Mason chuckled. "Calm down-"

"No!" Joe yelled, his voice sharp. “I am done! I'm done letting you use me! Running errands for you! I'm done being your lawyer!"

Mason laughed at Joe's display. "You're throwing tantrums like a child. We can go together, start afresh together. You deserve a new occupation, you haven't had a win in a while."

"Fuck you! Don't ever call me again! And just so you know, your company is off

the selling list, they didn't want a convict!" Joe yelled, then stormed out of the office.

Mason went to his seat, unbothered. He knew Joe would come around, he only did.

But when Joe didn't return after an hour, Mason called him-only to find he had been blocked.

"Fucking ingrate!" he yelled, clenching his jaw.

He needed to chill, he couldn't let this setback get to him. A fresh start in Mexico

was the new goal; he had to focus on that.

He dialed Jenny's number. It rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hello?"

"Jenny dear. Where have you been? I'm waiting," Mason said.

"I have-"

He didn't let her finish. "Come to the office. I want your mouth on my cock. I want

to fuck you in the elevator this time."

He grinned at the mental image, his dick already throbbing.

"I quit," Jenny said.

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Mason chuckled. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm done," she said firmly.

"No, you can't quit. Don't you want the car anymore? Come here right now!"

Jenny laughed, her tiny voice loud and mocking. "You're broke?

He blinked. "Jenny-"

The call ended.

Mason, and I'm done fucking you for free. Have a great life. Bye."

He stared at the phone in disbelief, then slammed it against the door.

"Ungrateful snakes!"

They all fucking left, and that shit started with Ivy.

How was he going to get to Mexico now?

"Think!" he gritted his teeth, as he began to pace back and forth.noveldrama

They can't win! He can't let them.

Then it clicked.

Since Ivy was all nice to Cheryl now, would she be willing to pay five million for

her freedom?

"That's it," he whispered, his eyes gleaming.

Ivy was wealthy now, he just had to give her a reason to spend her money.

Mason walked to his window, smiling.

His days in San Francisco were numbered, but first he had to plan how to kidnap

Cheryl.