Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 98: Finally

The drive to the outskirts of Zeden felt longer than it really was as Ivy drove to meet the guy who’d help her take care of that betraying bitch of a friend.

Ivy sat behind the wheel of her sleek black car, her fingers tight around the steering wheel. Every bump in the road jolted through her like a warning, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it. Not today. Not when her plan had already begun to take form.

Tall trees lined the dirt path ahead, their long shadows casting eerie shapes over her windshield as the sun began to dip lower. It was the kind of place no one passed through unless they had a reason—except a reason like hers

She reached a small, abandoned-looking warehouse surrounded by overgrown grass and a rusting chain-link fence. It was quiet. Too quiet.

She never would’ve known about a place like this had she not decided to run away on her wedding day. Thinking about that day, a memory of the man that helped her came to mind but she shoved it off. She would think about him later.

She parked the car and stepped out, her heels crunching against the gravel as she walked toward the entrance.

There was no sign of anyone. Not a single sound, not a bird, not a breeze. Just silence.

Ivy glanced around, her heart starting to beat faster. Maybe he wasn’t here yet. Why would be? When there was still thirty minutes away from the agreed time. She’d thought to come early so she could take a proper look at him and be able to take charge of the meeting she thought.... or so she thought as she walked further into the place.

"Looking for someone?" The voice came from behind her, sharp and sudden like a blade to the back.

Ivy gasped and spun around, her breath catching in her throat. The man had appeared out of nowhere—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black from head to toe.

racing down her spine. Cold, calculating blue eyes with no sense

perfectly, that she hadn’t even

lifting her chin to show no fear even though she was dying of

her face like he was trying to read her soul. Then, slowly, he stepped back, his hands going into

to steady her heart. "Really good. I think you can

he asked, voice low and gravelly.

as she reached into her handbag and pulled out a folded photograph, her fingers trembling slightly.

Eliana—smiling, beautiful, unaware her face had just been turned

and looked back at Ivy. "What do you want done? You want her

the photo in his hands. For a second, she hesitated, not because of guilt, but because of the heaviness of the moment. This was real now. There was

the estate yesterday—so smug, so calm, like she’d won. Like she owned Stefan’s future and

Ivy wouldn’t

voice cold, and steady. "Teach her a deep, deep lesson. Something she won’t forget in a hurry. And if she still doesn’t get it after that—" she looked up,

into his pocket. "That I can do. But I take payment upfront. I’m expensive. And I don’t come cheap for

"Money isn’t the problem. I’ll

he was even human. "Smart. That’s what I

everything you need to know about her, I need this job done

with long, silent strides

stood there watching him until he was completely gone, the picture of Eliana still burning in her mind like a match ready to catch