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.

eyes lifting to meet Linda’s as a myriad of emotions flitted

patted Genevieve’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, and

to help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring

morning, after breakfast and under the cover of the servant’s inattention, she

remained in the living room, feigning interest in a

wasn’t long before the medication’s effects

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

undeniable; her heart fluttered painfully

the floor, Genevieve’s body twitched

rendered her deaf to the frantic voices around her. Yet, she could see the butler making a

it, Genevieve was being ushered into a black Lincoln, her vision blurred by

to comfort her as the car sped away, but the relentless pain

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

vehicle veered sharply, and without warning, Genevieve was swired into a waiting

scream, urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the driver and bodyguards leaped from the black Lincoln, determined to give chase.

distinguished by its unique

car drove straight ahead

Louis‘ car from the myriad others. His

of his toil in mere

evidence in his possession, he had been stripped of everything.

with Austin, his stepson, had always been strained,

suggesting they send him to the Hoffman family and focus on having

allied with the

car accident. Yet, in his eyes, it

blurred by rage,

into

the chaos, the car harboring Genevieve

Louis‘ bodyguards and servants reeling in shock, grateful for their narrow escape. They reached out to Louis, only to be met with a

from a nearby high–rise,

“Let her go. I’ve dealt with David myself,

down her face, one after

had led a life of comfort and lu and grime of such

could she get his

removed from the

well aware of the truths that Louis had confided in his

real circumstances surrounding “Austin’s” presumed death and

shouldn’t have happened, she pondered.

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