How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 758

Meanwhile—

Ivan had just stepped out of the mansion when his phone buzzed with a new message.

Of course, he had Malcom’s number saved.

[If you’re going to betray me, don’t blame me for being ruthless. That daughter is of no use to me anymore, so if you’re both going to force my hand, I might as well make her worth something. You care about her, don’t you? She’s still my bargaining chip! If you want me dead, then I’ll take her down with me! Ivan, you’ve pushed me to the edge! So don’t expect anyone to walk away unscathed—either agree to all my demands, or I’ll disappear with her.]

Ivan crushed his cigarette between his fingers, not even registering the burn.

Malcom, that bastard.

He was threatening him with Elodie.

Something must have gone wrong.

But Malcom wasn’t giving any hint to where he was.

Ivan’s face darkened, jaw clenched. He spun on his heel and sprinted for the garage.

Queenie Jett happened to be stepping inside with her spare keycard just as Ivan was rushing out.

There was only one person in the world who could put that kind of panic on Ivan’s face.

She’d come tonight to try to patch things up, but now, seeing him so desperate to leave, she panicked too. She rushed over and wrapped her arms around him. “Ivan, I can explain everything that happened before. Please, just hear me out, okay? After everything we’ve been through, I’ll do whatever you want—just give me a chance, please?”

Tears streaked down her face as she reached up, trying to kiss him.

Ivan shoved her off, his expression cold and implacable. “Move.”

“Ivan! If you go to her, I’ll kill myself right in front of you!” Queenie was shaking, frantic and out of control.

He didn’t even bother to look back. His voice was ice, every word a blade: “Suit yourself. Don’t expect me to attend your funeral.”

The engine roared to life, and he was gone—tires squealing into the night.

Queenie collapsed on the floor, limp and defeated.

She’d had no choice, back then, but to use underhanded means just for a chance to get close to him.

But it was only because she loved him so much.

She’d schemed for years, tried everything she could.

And still, she lost.

After all these years, she couldn’t compete with the place Elodie held in his heart.

—

Elodie’s mind was a fog of pain and confusion.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, she realized she was dangling from the edge of an unfinished building.

A coarse rope was cinched tight around her waist, biting into her skin until she could barely breathe.

She glanced down.

Cold sweat broke out all over her body.

The skeletal stairwell had no railing; the rope above her head was knotted around a rusted steel beam.

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