Chapter 111: Taste Of Vengeance
Somewhere in Zeden, the walls of the hotel room were a soft shade of cream, the curtains thick enough to keep out the morning sun, but Ivy had left them slightly parted.
A sliver of golden light slipped through and stretched across the bed, catching the edge of the white duvet where she lay.
She sat cross-legged on the plush mattress in a matching silk camisole and shorts set, her long wavy chestnut brown colored hair falling over one shoulder, and the remote balanced in one hand while her other toyed lazily with the hem of the bedsheet.
The television screen displayed a muted news anchor gesturing solemnly beside the breaking news banner at the bottom of the screen. Ivy tapped the volume up slowly, the sound filling the quiet room in soft echoes.
"...Eliana Howells, only daughter of the prestigious Howells family, was involved in a severe car accident late last night. Doctors report significant spinal injuries, and though stable, it is believed she may suffer long-term complications, possibly even permanent paralysis. Authorities have confirmed she was alone in the vehicle..."
Ivy’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile.
She let the remote fall beside her and leaned back on her arms, her hazel eyes still fixed on the screen. Her smile widened, her heart lifting with a strange mixture of relief and pride.
"Well, Eliana," she murmured, her voice laced with unrepentant satisfaction, "I did warn you not to mess with me."
There was no fear. No regret. No guilt. Just a deep, pulsing thrill in her chest that Eliana had finally gotten what she deserved.
All those nights Ivy had felt bad and blamed herself over the betrayal, the humiliation, over the cold way Eliana had smirked and played innocent—were now balancing themselves out. The universe, for once, had aligned with her rage. Was it really the universe? She thought with a smirk.
Waiting on the universe to deal with people was a old fashioned way that took way too long and she didn’t have that patience. So she couldn’t have been able to wait.
Let’s see how you strut around now, she thought, brushing invisible lint off her lap. Let’s see how many parties you attend with a wheelchair.