Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 161

Perhaps Louis might never return to confront Genevieve’s false display of affection, or perhaps the unexpected expose by David brought him a plethora of troubles to navigate.

Genevieve, for her part, lingered on the balcony late into the night.

Following the expose, she found herself utterly devoid of any leverage. This realization instilled a sense of insecurity within her.

The days seemed to blur together, with two passing by in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Genevieve remained in the dark about the world beyond the manor’s walls.

The servants kept their conversations with her strictly to the topic of meals.

Louis‘ absence became a constant, leaving Genevieve grappling with a growing sense of unease.

The dawn of the third day brought with it the arrival of Linda.

Taking in Genevieve’s noticeably diminished figure, Linda couldn’t help but sympathize.

It was unclear to Genevieve whether Linda was privy to Louis‘ true identity. Nonetheless, Linda chose to remain

silent on the matter.

‘Louis is quite pitiful, isn’t he?‘ she thought.

Linda pursed her lips before saying, “Gen, I’ve been sent to check up on you. Are you sure you don’t want to

stay?”

Genevieve’s response was a shake of her head.

Linda was not surprised. Instead, she offered a comforting smile as she tenderly bru aside a strand of

Genevieve’s hair.

From her bag, Linda produced a minuscule cube, no larger than a fingernail, and discreetly filled it with a

substance.

“This,” Linda began, “is a special medication designed to induce an acute heart attack. When they take you to the hospital, a car will be waiting for you.

freedom was to extricate herself

her eyes lifting to meet Linda’s as a myriad of emotions flitted across her face.

Genevieve’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, and

If not, who asked her to help me?” Genevieve pondered, staring

after breakfast and under the cover

not to retreat upstairs, she remained in the living room,

long before the medication’s effects manifested.

pale in moments. As she collapsed, clutching her chest in agony, the servants

potency was undeniable; her heart fluttered

the floor,

deaf to the frantic voices around her. Yet, she could see the butler making a call, his expression grave.

black Lincoln, her vision blurred by tears–though whether from pain or emotion,

comfort her as the car sped away,

the driver had made a desperate attempt to regain control by slapping the steering wheel and jamming the

Genevieve was swired into a

the turmoil, a servant’s voice pierced the air with a frantic scream, urgently calling for help. Simultaneously, the driver and bodyguards

distinguished by

car drove straight ahead and crashed into the Lincoln.

the myriad others. His

years of his toil

having undeniable evidence in his possession, he had been

with Austin, his stepson, had always been strained,

convinced Linda to sever ties with Austin, suggesting they send him to the

with the real Louis, aiming to thwart David at every turn.

meticulously orchestrated what was to be Austin’s fatal car accident. Yet, in his

his vision blurred by rage, David accelerated toward the

loud band resonated as flames erupted and smoke billowed into

the car harboring Genevieve merged seamlessly into

and servants reeling in shock, grateful for their narrow escape. They reached out to Louis,

observing the scene unfold from a nearby high–rise, was enveloped

I’ve dealt with David myself, on your

she ended the call, tears streamed down her face, one

watchful eye, she had led a life of comfort and lu and grime of such deeds.

how could she get his hands dirty now?

removed from the dirt

aware of the truths