Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 161

Perhaps Louis might never return to confront Genevieve’s false display of affection, or perhaps the unexpected expose by David brought him a plethora of troubles to navigate.

Genevieve, for her part, lingered on the balcony late into the night.

Following the expose, she found herself utterly devoid of any leverage. This realization instilled a sense of insecurity within her.

The days seemed to blur together, with two passing by in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Genevieve remained in the dark about the world beyond the manor’s walls.

The servants kept their conversations with her strictly to the topic of meals.

Louis‘ absence became a constant, leaving Genevieve grappling with a growing sense of unease.

The dawn of the third day brought with it the arrival of Linda.

Taking in Genevieve’s noticeably diminished figure, Linda couldn’t help but sympathize.

It was unclear to Genevieve whether Linda was privy to Louis‘ true identity. Nonetheless, Linda chose to remain

silent on the matter.

‘Louis is quite pitiful, isn’t he?‘ she thought.

Linda pursed her lips before saying, “Gen, I’ve been sent to check up on you. Are you sure you don’t want to

stay?”

Genevieve’s response was a shake of her head.

Linda was not surprised. Instead, she offered a comforting smile as she tenderly bru aside a strand of

Genevieve’s hair.

From her bag, Linda produced a minuscule cube, no larger than a fingernail, and discreetly filled it with a

substance.

“This,” Linda began, “is a special medication designed to induce an acute heart attack. When they take you to the hospital, a car will be waiting for you.

The first step to freedom was to extricate herself from the manor.

expression, her eyes lifting to meet Linda’s as a myriad of emotions flitted across

Genevieve’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, and

me?” Genevieve pondered, staring

after breakfast and under the cover of the servant’s inattention, she ingested the pill.

not to retreat upstairs, she remained in the living room, feigning

wasn’t long before the

complexion turned deathly pale in moments. As she collapsed, clutching her chest in agony, the servants rushed to her

potency was undeniable; her heart fluttered painfully with each beat.

floor, Genevieve’s body twitched

around her. Yet,

black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from

her as the car sped away, but

was compromised, jerking erratically as though the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control

the vehicle veered sharply, and without warning, Genevieve was

a servant’s voice pierced the air with a frantic scream, urgently calling for

Lincoln was distinguished by its unique license

car drove straight ahead and crashed into

the myriad others. His expulsion

years of his toil in

his possession, he had been stripped of

his stepson, had always been

with Austin, suggesting they send him to the

David and allied with the real Louis, aiming

be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in his eyes, it was never too late

by rage, David accelerated toward

billowed into the sky, dyeing it a sinister shade of red.

the chaos, the car harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly into the traffic.

escape. They reached out to Louis, only

from a nearby high–rise,

steadied herself and announced, “Let her go. I’ve dealt with David myself, on your behalf. After his demise, no

streamed down her face, one after the other.

eye, she had led a life of comfort and lu and grime of such deeds.

she get his hands dirty

from the dirt

her people in the company and was well aware

the real circumstances surrounding “Austin’s” presumed

this shouldn’t have happened, she pondered.

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