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Chapter 15
By the time Elena got up, it was almost noon.
She’d tossed and turned all night, her head full of Adrian’s weird attitude and those ice–cold eyes of Ivy’s.
She rubbed her temples and decided to grab some food before figuring out her next move.
But when she walked into the dining room, there was only one breakfast on the table–Ivy was casually eating toast with a cup of black coffee next to
her.
“Where’s my breakfast?” Elena frowned.
Ivy didn’t even look up, finishing her last bite of toast before giving Elena this lazy glance. “You want food? Go ask the cook to make you some.”
She wiped her mouth. “I made this myself. Only made one serving.”
Elena felt her chest tighten, forcing down her anger. “Then tell her to make some now!”
Ivy let out this little laugh, stood up, and walked right past Elena without giving her so much as a second look.
Elena was so pissed she was shaking, and she marched straight to the kitchen, only to find it basically empty except for some young maid washing dishes.
“Where the hell is the cook?!” she snapped.
The maid nearly jumped out of her skin and stammered: “She… she’s got today off…”
“Then how come Ivy gets breakfast?!”
“Mrs. Kane… she made it herself…” The maid kept staring at the floor, her voice barely above a whisper.
Elena’s face went black with rage and she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
She went back to her room still starving, too pissed off to even drink water.
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That’s when her phone started buzzing–the private detective.
She snatched it up, and his voice came through all quiet and secretive: “Miss Pierce, I dug up some interesting shit.”
“Spill it!” she practically hissed into the phone.
“The night before the wedding, security cams caught someone who looks exactly like Ivy sneaking out of the Kane place.” The PI took a breath. “Plus, I dug up this sketchy deal the Wells family made with the original Ivy three years back–can’t get all the details, but it’s definitely about some kind of marriage switcheroo.”
Elena’s eyes went huge and she death–gripped her phone: “You got actual proof?”
“Photos and copies of bank transfers. Want me to meet you somewhere?”
“Text me where–I’m coming right fucking now!”
She hung up, threw on whatever clothes she could find, slapped on sunglasses and a baseball cap, and slipped out of the house.
Thirty minutes later, she was sitting across from the PI in this dingy little café in the middle of nowhere.
He slid a thick envelope across the table and whispered: “It’s all in there–security footage, bank records, the whole nine yards.”
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Elena tore into it and after scanning just a few pages, this vicious grin spread across her face.
Holy shit! She was right–this Ivy was a complete fucking FAKE!
She paid the guy off, crammed the documents into her purse, and practically bounced back to the mansion.
This was gonna be good–let’s see how long that TAKE BITCH could keep this charade going!
But right as she hit the front door, she almost collided with Ivy who was on her way out.
They locked eyes, and this time Elena didn’t even try to play nice. She tilted her chin up with this smug as hell grin: “Well, well, well… Ivy. Or wait–should I be using a totally different name?”
Ivy froze mid step and gave her this ice cold stare.
Elena waved that manila folder around like a trophy, looking absolutely thrilled with herself:
“I’ve got all your dirty secrets now, sweetheart. So unless you want Adrian to toss your lying ass out on the street, you better drop to your knees and start begging for my forgiveness!”
Ivy just looked at her for a few seconds like she was studying some kind of weird bug, then actually laughed: “You’re completely unhinged.”
And just like that, she started walking away.
Elena totally snapped at that attitude and charged forward, grabbing Ivy’s wrist: “Quit the fucking act! I’m telling you, this evidence is gonna-”
Before she could get the words out, Ivy jerked her arm away hard. Elena wasn’t expecting it and her feet went out from under her as she pitched backward!
“АННН!”
She frantically clawed at Ivy’s clothes, dragging them both down the staircase in a tangle of limbs!
Bodies crashing against marble steps, Elena shrieking her head off, until they both slammed into the ground floor like a couple of rag dolls,
The folder exploded open and photos and papers went flying all over the place.
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