Rewriting My Fate (Eliza) novel Chapter 17

Meanwhile, the Newells and Aiden were trying everything they could think of to win back Eliza's forgiveness. Greg and Thea poured their hearts into long, handwritten apology letters, reminiscing about Eliza's childhood and expressing their sincere regrets, then sent them over to the Madden family through a special courier.

Evan, on the other hand, was busy finding out what Eliza liked, handpickedprecious gifts, and stacked them up at the Madden family's doorstep, just to hope to melt her heart.

Aiden took it up a notch, calling in every favor he could to gather rare treasures from across the globe, each accompanied by letters filled with love and remorse.

But Eliza was having none of it. She let the letters and gifts gather dust, not even giving them a second look. Her heart was still frozen from the past hurts and wasn't easily swayed by grand gestures. Her new life with the Madden family was fulfilling and joyful, filled with love and care that helped her slowly release the pain of the past. But that didn't mean she could just forgive the Newell family and Aiden for the deep wounds they had inflicted.

Then one day, Eliza received yet another letter from Aiden, asking her to meet him. Holding the envelope, she wrestled with her emotions for a long time before finally deciding to go, hoping to sever the old ties once and for all.

She picked out a simple dress, casually pinned up her hair, and added just a touch of makeup, ready to face whatever might come her way with a calm demeanor. As she arrived at the rundown old warehouse, the stench of decay hit her like a wall. Flickering dim lights cast eerie shadows that sent a shiver down her spine.

Eliza stepped cautiously inside, her eyes darting around the warehouse. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. To her shock, it was Margot, looking disheveled and worn. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes in tatters, dirt smeared across her face, but her eyes held an unreadable intensity.

"You came," Margot's voice was raspy, like it was dragged up from the depths.