How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

The moment Ivan Harcourt walked out, Malcom felt as if he'd been plunged into an ice-cold lake.

He stood there, dazed, growing paler by the second.

He knew all too well what Ivan was capable of the man's ruthless methods at the company were legendary. Every shady deal Malcom had ever pulled, Ivan knew about. If Ivan decided to spill everything... there'd be no way out.

It wasn't just the law he had to worry about. Every business he'd ever screwed over would be out for blood.

His life-God, there were probably a dozen people eager to see him dead.

Ivan was going to destroy him. Not just ruin him—finish him off.

"Dad, what do we do now? What about Elodie Thorne? She can't just leave us out to dry, can she?" Reba Harcourt's teeth were chattering, her voice shaking as she stared after Ivan, eyes full of unwillingness and fear.

Malcom glanced down at his hand, the one Ivan had just crushed beneath his heel, and winced so hard his lips trembled. "It's over... Jarrod Silverstein was behind it all along. Ivan must have something nasty planned for us."

Those two-one in the shadows, one in the light-were both out for his throat.

Who could have guessed that the money he squeezed out of Jarrod that day would end with his own company in ruins? And then, with his assets scooped up for pennies on the dollar?

Malcom's eyes burned with terror and fury. "Go find your mother. Pack up now. We can't stay here another second!"

Jarrod's fever broke not long after.

feeling a bit weak, he

he

of steaming hot noodles sat waiting on the dining

instinctively swept the room, searching

up, so I made you some noodles. Would you like to

in the familiar aroma. It had been

picking up a fork and

could answer, he smiled quietly, almost to himself. "She didn't make

every single step didn't skip

realizing Elodie hadn't made it, he

same, but... it isn't," he

knew what was

nights out, after parties or business dinners, Elodiez always made him a bowl. It was never just about the food;

but seeing that Jarrod looked a bit better, she finally relaxed,

should I let

Ove

Silverstein know you're up?

Jarrod work himself to exhaustion

with worry. Even the strongest

from the old house, but as a housekeeper, it wasn't her place