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.

a blank expression, her eyes lifting to meet Linda’s

smiled warmly, patted Genevieve’s shoulder in a

Louis send Linda here? If not, who asked her to help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring at

breakfast and under the cover of the

remained in the living room,

long before the medication’s

pale in moments. As she collapsed, clutching her chest in agony, the servants

undeniable; her heart fluttered painfully

floor, Genevieve’s body

her ears rendered her deaf to the frantic voices around her. Yet, she

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

servant attempted to comfort her as the car sped away,

erratically as though the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control by slapping the steering wheel and jamming the

warning, Genevieve was swired into a waiting car parked beyond the

urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the

distinguished by

drove straight ahead and crashed into the Lincoln.

Louis‘ car from the myriad

toil

possession, he

had always been strained, marked by hostility

sever ties with Austin, suggesting they send him to the

and allied with

to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in his

vision blurred by rage,

resonated as flames erupted and smoke billowed into

harboring Genevieve merged

narrow escape. They reached out to Louis, only to be met

the scene unfold from a nearby high–rise, was enveloped in a shroud of

the phone, she steadied herself and announced, “Let her go. I’ve dealt with David myself, on

the call, tears streamed down her face, one

led a life of comfort and lu

how could she get his

removed from the

company and was well aware of the truths

“Austin’s” presumed

this shouldn’t have

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