Chapter 11
Chapter 11
God knows how long she was out before Ivy finally woke up in that freezing fucking cold.
She fought to open her eyes–everything was a total blur.
The inside of that sack was hot as hell and reeked of blood. The metallic stench was so thick she thought she might choke to death.
She gritted her teeth and used every ounce of strength she had left to rip her way out of that nightmare.
The warehouse was completely fucking empty. Just her.
Adrian? GONE.
Elena? Vanished into thin air.
They’d literally just thrown her away.
Ivy coughed up what tasted like straight blood.
Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she fumbled for her phone to call her parents–somebody, ANYBODY–to get her the hell out of here.
Adrian was a complete psychopath! Elena fucking too!
She couldn’t even begin to imagine how her sister had survived three years of this absolute insanity.
But the second she pulled out her phone, this figure came flying out of the shadows and slapped her across the face!
SMACK!
Her phone went flying and crashed into the wall.
The hit sent Ivy’s head snapping to the side, blood trickling from her lip.
She slowly lifted her eyes and saw Elena standing there with this smug, nasty smile.
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“Who were you gonna call to play victim?” Elena looked down at her like she was dirt.
Ivy didn’t say shit, just slowly pushed herself up against the wall, gasping for air.
Seeing her stay quiet just made Elena cockier.
She walked over and grabbed Ivy’s chin, forcing her to look up. “What, cat got your tongue? See what I told you? Even on YOUR wedding day, one text from ME and Adrian comes running!”
She leaned in close to Ivy’s ear, her voice dropping to this threatening whisper: “If you had half a brain, you’d get the fuck out of here on your own and give up that Mrs. Kane spot!”
Ivy stared at her and suddenly smiled.
Elena froze–before she could react, Ivy used Elena’s grip on her chin as leverage and shoved her HARD!
“AHHH!”
Elena wasn’t ready for it and went flying backward into the metal shelving. The sharp edge slammed right into her lower back and she instantly curled up in agony, her face going white as a sheet.
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3 Years as Your Backup Wife, 1 Text to Crash Your World: ‘Guess Which Twin Left?”
Chapter 11
“You… you actually PUSHED me?!” She stared at Ivy in total shock, her voice shaking.
Ivy braced herself against the wall and slowly got to her feet. She was covered in blood, pale as a ghost.
“Push you?” She let out this cold laugh, dragging her injured leg as she limped toward Elena step by step. “Yeah, I fucking pushed you. So what?”
Elena totally panicked and started crawling backward on her hands and knees. “Don’t… don’t come any closer!”
Ivy ignored her and bent down to pick up a piece of steel pipe from the floor, testing its weight in her hand.
Elena’s eyes went huge. This version of Ivy was NOTHING like the pushover she’d been tormenting all this time!
“HELP! HELP ME-” She screamed and tried to crawl away, but Ivy grabbed her ankle and dragged her right back!
“What happened to all that attitude?” Ivy stood over her, tapping the steel pipe against Elena’s cheek. “Scared now, are we?”
Elena was shaking all over, tears and snot covering her face, but she still tried to act tough: “If you touch me, Adrian will fucking DESTROY you!”
Ivy laughed coldly and brought the pipe down HARD on Elena’s leg!
“AHHHHHH!”
Elena’s scream echoed through the entire warehouse.
Ivy didn’t give a shit and kept going–one hit after another, all over Elena’s body. Her movements were clean, efficient, and totally ruthless.
Those years abroad had turned her into someone who definitely wasn’t gonna take anyone’s bullshit anymore.
Elena got beaten to within an inch of her life until she didn’t even have the strength to beg. She just curled up on the ground like a broken doll.
Ivy was breathing hard, wiping blood off her face, getting ready for the final blow-
BANG!
The warehouse door got kicked wide open.
Blinding light flooded in, and there was Adrian standing in the doorway, staring at them with the dark expression.
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