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Chapter 169: Unplanned

Inside the car, Ruby leaned back against the seat, finally allowing herself to exhale. Stefan took her hand again and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly.

"You okay?"

She nodded. "I am now."

Rayna twisted around from the passenger seat, grinning. "Honestly, that was kind of exhilarating."

Ethan chuckled, sliding in beside her. "Only you would enjoy a media ambush."

"Hey, we made it out alive, didn’t we?" she winked.

As the car pulled away from the chaos, the bright lights fading into the distance behind them, Ruby rested her head on Stefan’s shoulder, her fingers still entwined in his.

It was finally over.

Or so they thought.

While they were happy with what had happened, Regina Quinn on the other hand slammed her palm against the armrest of her velvet couch in anger, the remote control flying to the ground with a loud crack as her television screen went black.

"Stupid! Idiot!" she shouted, pacing her opulent living room in furious strides, her fluffy slippers barely making any sound across the marble floor. "What the hell was she thinking?"

The Livestream had ended, but the damage was irreversible. Ivy’s face, twisted in rage and hate, had been seen by millions. Her threats, her confession—all of it was out there. The Quinn name was splattered across social media, tangled in yet another public scandal.

Barely a month ago, she’d had to convince everyone Ivy had no hand in what happened to Eliana, yet here Ivy was, causing another problem.

Regina growled as she yanked her phone from her side table and dialed Ivy’s number.

It rang once, twice but there was no answer.

"Pick up the damn phone, Ivy!" she barked, redialing with trembling fingers. Her heart pounded with a mix of fury and dread. "You little fool—what have you done?"

Still no answer.

Regina flung the phone onto the couch and ran both hands through her styled black curls, glaring at the large framed portrait of the Quinn family hanging above the fireplace.

Her gaze locked on Ivy’s face in the painting—composed, proud, and elegant. A face that now, thanks to her daughter’s recklessness, had become a laughingstock.

enough to say all that in public? What had been going through her thick skull when she was spilling

trouble the only thing she knew how

door

room like a whirlwind, her wavy hair disheveled, makeup smeared, eyes wild. Her heels clicked unevenly, one strap broken from the scuffle

purse to

just say?

exhaling sharply. "You saw it. Everyone did. No point pretending it didn’t happen but like I said, it was unplanned. I never knew they’d do

disgrace!" Regina shouted. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You didn’t just embarrass yourself—you

swatting away a fly. "Like your precious name hasn’t been dragged through worse. A couple of dramatic lines on camera, and everyone’s suddenly acting like

the situation wasn’t humiliating enough, her mom was here making

I hadn’t worked so hard covering

a bitter smile.

built. Now tell me. What’s the plan? How do we clean this up? Since you had the nerves to say those things in public, then you should have a

Her hands gripped the edge of the chair, the humiliation she experienced a

"I want her dead."

she

"Ruby, of course!"

she

trembling with venom. "For the humiliation I endured today, for the way Stefan looked at her—even in front of me—she must die. And when she does, he’ll feel it. He’ll feel the heartbreak of losing someone

a long silence as Regina wrecked her brain for what she could

"No. That’s reckless. You can’t kill

that?" Ivy asked with

just caught threatening her on a livestream, Ivy. If Ruby ends up dead, you’ll be the first person they suspect. And I’m not spending a dime trying to

her hand on the table.

closer, her voice

"Make her forget."

Ivy frowned. "What?"

than death," Regina said with a cold smile. "Make her wake up and not even recognize him. Not love him. Not remember anything. That’s enough to destroy him. Having her but unable to have her love. What could be worst than

calculating. "Memory loss... That’s

it yourself. Just set

do it your way but I’ll

a satisfied nod. "Whatever, as long as you’re not

arched an