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.

accepted the cube with a blank expression, her eyes lifting to meet Linda’s as a myriad of emotions flitted across her

Genevieve’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, and stood up

her to help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring

cover of the servant’s

not to retreat upstairs, she remained in the

the

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

undeniable; her heart

up on the floor, Genevieve’s body twitched slightly.

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

a black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from pain or emotion,

attempted to comfort her as the car sped away, but the

stability was compromised, jerking erratically as though the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control by slapping the steering wheel and jamming the

sharply, and without warning, Genevieve was

for

was distinguished by its

ahead and crashed

could unmistakably identify Louis‘ car from the myriad others. His

years of his toil

his possession, he had been

Austin, his stepson, had always been strained,

him to the Hoffman family and focus on having another child of their

toward David and allied with the real

desire for retribution, meticulously orchestrated what was to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in

blurred by rage, David accelerated toward the

band resonated as flames erupted and smoke billowed into the sky, dyeing it a sinister shade of

harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly into the

Louis‘ bodyguards and servants reeling in shock, grateful for their narrow escape. They

a nearby high–rise, was enveloped

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

down

the years, under Austin’s watchful eye, she had led a life of comfort and lu and grime

she get his hands dirty

removed from

was well aware of the truths that Louis had

“Austin’s”

shouldn’t have happened,

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