Chapter 169: The lurking danger
While the office buzzed with preparations for the celebration, Ivy slipped into the building, her face hidden beneath a surgical mask. She had gone to extreme lengths to get out of jail, even cutting her wrist to secure a temporary release. Once at the hospital, she had managed to escape, driven by a single, dark purpose: to kill Bella.
As Ivy crept into the parking area, she spotted a group of security guards approaching. Quickly, she ducked behind a car, her breath hitching as she strained to hear their conversation.
They were discussing the success party Zack had organized in honor of the season’s first launch. The mention of Zack sent a wave of anger coursing through Ivy, her insides burning with a toxic mix of fury and betrayal. She clenched her fists, fighting to keep her rage in check.
"Zack!" she hissed through gritted teeth, barely containing her rage. "You’re out there celebrating, living your life, while you’ve pushed me into hell. Have you forgotten the debt you owe to the Hills?"
The thought that Zack had completely disregarded her, not even bothering to visit or check on her, was like a dagger to her heart.
She had done everything for him, standing by his side when he had no one, and helping him build his business from the ground up. Without her father’s influence and investment, Zack would never have achieved the success he was now enjoying. But now, he had abandoned her and her family in their time of need, forgetting every sacrifice she had made for him.
"It’s all because of that bitch, Bella," Ivy spat, her mouth twisting with hatred and contempt. The woman had stolen her boyfriend and ruined everything. Her anger boiled over, and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails bit into her palms.
"I’ll kill you," she muttered. She was no longer thinking rationally, consumed entirely by her desire for revenge. In her mind, Bella was the source of all her suffering, and she was determined to make her pay.
Punishing Bella would be the ultimate way to hurt Zack. Killing her would break his heart and that would be the perfect retribution. "I’ll make everyone pay," she muttered under her breath with cold, calculated anger.
She watched as the security guards loitered near the entrance, engrossed in their gossip. Seizing the moment, Ivy slipped past them and entered the building unnoticed, heading straight for the stairs. As she ascended to the next floor, she spotted a janitor in the lobby, diligently cleaning the floors. Without hesitation, Ivy moved silently behind her.