How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 571

One rejection after another-it was all too much. Sylvie felt herself unraveling, unable to keep up the poised composure she'd always prided herself on. No one could be expected to weather this kind of storm without breaking.

She'd told herself she could handle it, that she'd figure something out on her own before dragging anyone else into this mess.

But now...

It was as if she'd been yanked out of her daydream and dumped back into cold, hard reality.

Reality that stung-a raw, unyielding truth.

She realized, painfully, that she didn't actually have any useful connections. Maybe she'd never really belonged in this world, never truly stood as an equal among these people.

Joseph's reaction, especially, was something she just couldn't accept.

Right now, Maurice was the only one left who might still speak up for her. Even if

all he could do was try persuading Joseph, or slip word of her situation to Jarrod -anything would be better than nothing.

Sylvie's hopes sank lower and lower.

She didn't care about appearances anymore. She spun her car around and headed straight for the club where Maurice spent most of his time.

was there, he didn't stop

over. It was the first time he'd ever seen the once-glamorous Sylvie look so disheveled, so

you're free to move around now?" Maurice

question struck a nerve. Of course she wasn't free-she

know what Jarrod's plans are right now," Sylvie

out of

a barstool, watching her with a faint, almost amused smile. "What plans

his face. "So he hasn't

with a half-smile. "I think you've got it backwards. The public's furious with you, you know. You've got a lot of critics right

them. "Why would someone like Jarrod risk his

stared at him

friendly enough, just like

But his words...

plummeted, her face paling despite herself. "Maurice,

one forced you to take shortcuts. The Silverstein family is all about power and influence, but they're not going to waste their resources on someone who brings them nothing but trouble.

dread creeping up her

stood. "I've got things to do. You know your

walked away, leaving her

ringing

to pull her under-but she couldn't