Chapter 13
Elena was sprawled on the mansion couch while the family doctor carefully worked on all the nasty bruises covering her body.
Every time that alcohol swab hit a wound, she’d hiss and flinch, but her brain was stuck on that dead–cold stare Ivy had given her in the warehouse.
Something was seriously fucked up.
Like, REALLY fucked up.
Same exact face, but those eyes, that ruthless vibe–it was like she was dealing with a totally different person instead of the doormat “Ivy” she’d been walking all over.
“Fuck-” She suddenly death–gripped the couch arm, and the doctor jumped. “Sorry, Miss Pierce, almost done here.”
Elena just flicked her hand at him like he was annoying her, basically telling him to wrap it up.
Once the doctor got out of there, she hauled herself up, thinking she’d grab some water and chill the hell out.
She’d barely made it to the hallway when she heard two maids whispering in the corner, one of them clutching an envelope.
“…the missus said to give this to her after the wedding, but the wedding got called off, so now what do we do?”
“Shh, keep it down! If Mr. Kane finds out we screwed up what the missus asked us to do…”
Elena’s eyes narrowed and she crept closer without making a sound. “What are you two talking about?”
Both maids jumped out of their skin, one of them almost dropping the envelope. When they saw it was Elena, they went even whiter. “Miss… Miss Pierce…”
“What’s that?” Elena held out her hand. “Let me see.”
One maid hesitated, then handed it over. “The missus gave this to us earlier, told us to give it back to her after the wedding was over… but now that it got canceled, we don’t know what to do…”
Elena’s pulse quickened, but she put on this sweet smile. “Oh, I see. Just give it to me then–I was about to go find her
Once the maids left, she bolted back to her room, locked the door tight, and ripped open the envelope.
Inside were several handwritten notes in neat, clear writing:
[Adrian’s allergic to milk–DO NOT give any.]
[He hates sweet stuff, only drinks black coffee, no sugar.]
[There’s stomach medicine in the second drawer on the left in his study–he forgets to take it when he works late.]
anyway.”
Elena’s fingers started shaking.
If Ivy already knew Adrian that well, why the hell would she write all this stuff down?
And why ask the maids to give it to “herself” unless…
Elena’s heart started pounding like crazy.
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Unless the person living in this house wasn’t actually Ivy at all!
She shot to her feet and grabbed her phone, dialing a number: “I need you to dig up everything on Ivy Wells–the more detailed the better, especially everywhere she’s been the last three months!”
She hung up and shoved the notes deep into the bottom of her jewelry box, taking a deep breath to get her shit together.
The second she opened her door, she came face–to–face with Ivy walking up the stairs.
Their eyes locked and the air went dead silent instantly.
Ivy slowly raised an eyebrow, her gaze moving from Elena’s swollen face to the glass of milk in her hand. She suddenly let out this cold laugh and took the cup-
SPLASH!
She threw the entire glass of hot milk right in Elena’s face!
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“AHHH!” Elena screamed and stumbled backward, milk dripping down her hair, looking like absolute shit. “Are you fucking INSANE?!”
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Ivy slammed the empty glass on the floor and it exploded into pieces.
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She smirked, her eyes full of contempt. “The maids can handle that kind of grunt work. Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to boss me around?”
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Elena was shaking with rage. “How DARE you—”
“What the hell is going on?” Adrian came out of his study when he heard the commotion, frowning at the scene.
Ivy crossed her arms, looking totally defiant. “I threw it. So what?”
She glanced at Elena. “At least I own my shit, unlike some people who specialize in backstabbing bullshit.”
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With that, she turned and walked away, her heels crushing the glass shards on the floor without giving a damn, making this harsh crunching sound.
Elena looked at Adrian with tears in her eyes. “Adrian, why is she treating me like this…”
Adrian went quiet for a moment, watching Ivy walk away, and then said something totally out of character: “The wedding got screwed up–of course she’s pissed off. That’s normal.”
He looked back at Elena. “It’s not that big a deal. Just go wash up.”
Elena felt like she’d been struck by lightning, staring at him in complete disbelief.
He was actually taking that bitch’s side?
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