The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 74

74 A Rivalry’s Bitter Root

Ivy’s eyes gleamed with malice despite her frail state I still want it

Alistair winced, finally confronted with the ugly truth he’d been avoiding. The discomfort on his face was palpable as he shifted in his chair, torn between the woman dying before him and the reality of her nature

“Give it to me. Ivy demanded, her voice stronger now, fueled by spite

Theld the jade bracelet in my palm, the cool weight of it familiar against my skin. My grandmother had given it to me on my sixteenth birthday, telling me it held our family’s strength

You don’t deserve this,” I said quietly

Neither do you,” Ivy spat back. “Nothing you have was ever truly yours to keep.

Alistair cleared his throat. “Hazel, please. Just… let her have it

Hooked at him, searching for any sign of the man I thought I knew. There was none Just a weak shell, desperate to appease the dying woman before him.

“You’re still choosing her” I stated flatly

“She’s dying” he whispered, as if that excused everything.

For a brief moment, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes-regret, perhaps. A tiny spark of the man who once promised to stand by me through anything. It was enough to make me hesitate

“Take it off her, Ivy commanded Alistair, her breathing labored but her determination unwavering

I watched as Alistair’s hand moved toward my wrist. His touch was tentative almost apologetic, as he unclasped the bracelet Our fingers brushed briefly and I felt nothing No electricity No longing. Rist emptiness where love had once lived.

The jade bracelet slipped from my wrist, and with it, my last shred of hope that Alistau might redeem himself

He placed it carefully on Ivy’s skeletal wrist. It hung loose too large for her diminished

frame She smiled triumphantly, running her fingertips over the smooth stone

“Perfect she whispered.

Estepped back creating distance between myself and this grotesque tableau “Congratulations. You’ve taken one more thing from ne

‘Don’t be so dramatje,” Ivy said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “It’s just

Jewelry

“Then why did you want it so badly?” I challenged.

Ivy’s smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed too large for her sunken face

Because it hurt you to give it up. That’s always been enough for me

Alistair looked away, shame coloring his cheeks. He couldn’t meet my eyes.

“You know what, Ivy?” I said, finding unexpected strength in my voice. “You can have the Bet You can even have him. But you’ll never have my happiness. That’s something you can’t steal”

Ivy’s expression darkened. “Always so self-righteous. Just like your mother

Leave my mother out of this,” I warned

“Why should I?” Ivy pushed herself up slightly, wincing with the effort. “Your precious mother is the reason for all of this.”

I frowned. What are you talking about?”

“Your sainted mother stole my mother’s man,” Ivy hissed, venom in every syllable. “She seduced iny lather away from my mother when they were engaged.

The accusation hit me like a physical blow. “That’s a tie:

“Is it? Ivy challenged “Your mother was a homewrecker. My father was supposed to marry my mother but your mother swooped in and stole him with her pretty face and fake mmocence”

shook my head vehemently “No. My father pursued my mother. She didn’t know he

was with anyone else

That’s the story she told you” Ivy countered “But my mother was pregnant with me and my brother when your motherconvinced my father to have her She knew exactiv

what she was doing

My hands clenched into fists “My mother would never

Your mother did exactly what my lather wanted her to do, Ivy interrupted. “She

played the perfect wife until he got bored. Then he came back to my mother, where he belonged all along

The timeline didn’t make sense. “My parents were married for years before they divorced Your mother was his mistress

Ivy laughed a harsh sound that dissolved into coughing. Alistair quickly handed her a glass of water his eyes darting between us nervously

“Your mother was just better at keeping him temporarily Ivy said after regaining her breath But blood calls to blood. My mother was his first choice, his real choice. Your nother was just a distraction.

My world ulted on its axis. Everything I thought I knew about my family’s history was being questioned

“You re lying.” I insisted, but my voice lacked conviction.

Ask your grandmother, Ivy challenged “She knows the truth. She watched it all bappen

My grandmother had never spoken ill of my father, even after the divorce. She d mantamed a dignified sidener supporting my mother without fueling my hatred for him. Had she been protecting me from an even uglier truth?

mother loved him faithfully” I said. “She died heartbroken because of him

She died knowing she lost Ivy retorted “My mother won in the end, just like I’ve won

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