She had everything to flee, but she stayed. Between toxic love, suffocating celebrity and family secrets, Ivye vacillates on the edge of her emotions. How far can one go to feel alive? It's not a love story. It's a descent. An explosion. A truth we prefer to ignore. ⚠️ mention of depression, suicide, addiction and sex I'm sorry for the mistakes there may be, English is not my mother tongue :)