Chapter 150: Confirming The Truth.
Ivy spent the whole night in pain and tears, so much so that she couldn’t eat or bathe or even answer her phone that rang all day.
Her heart pounded with the pain of Silas’s denial. She had gone to his room to beg and explain, but nothing she did seemed to work. Silas had closed up his heart and that hurt alot.
When she had woken up that morning, after realizing she had cried herself to slee her heartache started again.
She loved Silas. She knew that now, even Mason’s betrayal hadn’t hurt this much. She stretched for her phone and that was when she saw the multiple calls from Cole. Still, she ignored it as she texted Silas:
“I was a fool, yes I blame myself, but don’t shut your heart yet, Silas. I love you.”
She sent it and waited, but when she was ignored, she texted him again.
“Please, Silas. Just answer me. I’m sorry.”
Still, no reply. She was about to cry again, to free the tension in her chest but nothing came out.
She lay in the bed, tired, numb and heartbroken.
Until there was a knock on the door. She didn’t want to talk to anyone so she ignored it.
“Ivy?”
She straightened up when she heard Silas’s voice. Quickly, she ran to the door and unlocked it.
“Silas…” she said, her voice full with pain.
She saw concern briefly in his eyes before it disappeared. “Your brother is downstairs in the living room.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Cole is downstairs,” he said and turned away.
Ivy followed him, her heart sinking. She didn’t care that she looked so disheveled. “Silas!”
But he didn’t stop, he ignored her, his shoulders squared as he went to his room.
“Silas!” Her voice broke at his ignorance, her chest tightening at the act.
“Ivy?”
She turned sharply to Cole’s voice. “Cole…
Cole approached her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “What happened to you?”
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realized how she looked. “I…” she stuttered then she flipped it. “What are you doing here?”
Cole’s amusement immediately turned serious. “I have something to tell you.”
Her stomach dropped. “What’s wrong with Geo?”
“No, not Geo,” Cole said, shaking his head. “Rosie Stone.” Then he told her everything.
Ivy gasped with disbelief as she took the file from Cole. When she opened it, her stomach knotted.
“No,” she gasped.
“Yup. I told Mason I was going to burn the others and I left him with one copy. He must have been so desperate not to care if I actually burned the files–or he thinks I am that dumb not to do anything. Apparently he has all of his meetings with Rosie Stone documented, it’s unbelievable.”
She didn’t believe it and she told Cole.
His forehead furrowed into a frown. “Let me play you the recordings.”
“Not here,” she quickly said, her eyes going towards Silas’s room. She had to be sure Cole was right, she couldn’t give Silas false hope. “Come,” she said and led Cole to her room.
When they got there, Cole exclaimed. “Ivy, Ivy! Your room is enormous.”
“Thank you,” she said impatiently. “Now play me the recordings.”
“Ah yeah,” Cole said and brought out his phone He pressed for a moment before handing it to her.
Successfully unlocked!
exclaimed, sinking into the bed. “Rosie?” she said,
Ivy listened, her heart breaking with Mason’s confusion
disbelief coursing through her.
How was that even possible? How could Rosie be responsible for Thomas’s downfall?
She needed answers. Even though Mason had said it, she had to confirm the truth before telling Silas.
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Chapter 150: Confirming The Truth.
Quickly, Ivy got up, refreshed and changed into blue jeans and a pink blouse. When she was done, she faced Cole. “Let’s go.” “To where?” Cole asked but he was on his feet.
“To see Rosie,” she replied.
Taking Cole’s car they made their way to the Stone Mansion. Luckily for them, the reporters around were too lazy to follow their car in, making it easy to enter the house.
When they stepped out, Ivy turned to Cole. “Please do the talking.”
Cole nodded in understanding as he followed her. Ivy entered, suddenly feeling the jitters in her stomach.
“Ivy?” Rosie’s eyes brightened with surprise. “What are you doing here? Where is Silas?”
Ivy swallowed as she moved closer to the couch Rosie was seated on. “I came to see you, Rosie.
Rosie’s brow lifted and she gestured to the couch. “Sit, sit, please.”
Ivy sat and Cole sat beside her. She straightened up, turning towards Rosie so she could read her raw expression.
“What’s up?” Rosie asked bubbly, obviously unaware of what was to come.
Ivy breathed, trying to control the nausea in her stomach. “Do you Mason Hunter personally?”
Rosie’s surprise deepened. “Personally? No. I only know he is responsible for my husband’s issues.”
Ivy nodded. “Okay, but I mean enough to see him and talk to him.”
Rosie’s expression remained unchanged. “I don’t understand you.”
Ivy bit her lip, her nerves increasing. She could sense Cole’s anxiety beside her. “Rosie…” She leaned forward. “I’m just trying to… understand… if you have anything to do with Mason please just say.”
Rosie’s eyes gleamed with annoyance, and Ivy flinched at her harsh tone. “I already told you what I fucking know, Ivy. If you don’t have anything to say, please leave my house. I have better things to do, my husband is going to prison. I don’t need this.”
Accusing someone was a serious offense which was why Ivy was trying not to offend Rosie. She knew Mason was a liar, yet some of the things he had said were too good to be lies.
Ivy’s stomach churned, not knowing how to approach the matter. Still, she couldn’t just stand up and walk away. If Mason was telling the truth, then an innocent man was about to be prosecuted for nothing.
She turned to Cole and took the file from him. “This contains all of Mason’s atrocities, how he framed your husband and how he said you were involved.”
Rosie jumped to her feet startling Ivy, her eyes on the file. “Is it… for real?”
Ivy stood up as well, frightened and surprised by the sudden fear in Rosie’s tone. “Yes, it is for real.”
“Strong enough to build a case,” Cole added.
Rosie turned to Cole as she saw him for the first time, but she didn’t say anything. Her eyes widened as she tapped her forehead in silence.
Ivy was concerned by the move, but didn’t speak too.
After a full minute of silence, Rosie’s eyes softened and she broke down into tears. Startled, Ivy reached for her. “Oh Rosie what’s wrong?”
Rosie bawled, so hard that she ruined her makeup. “He framed me! He… blackmailed me!”
Ivy stepped back, confusion racing through her. “Who? Mason?”
“Yes, he did! He wanted to ruin Thomas and he needed me to do it!”
Her confusion heightened as she tried to make sense of Rosie’s statement. Mason was greedy, yes, but he wasn’t a mastermind who could think of a grand plan.
But before Ivy could voice out her confusion, Rosie said, “I’ll show my evidence. I’m coming!” Then she dashed out of the
room.
“She’s lying,” Cole said when they were alone. “Mason is not that intelligent to do that.”
Ivy turned to him. “Yes, but it…” she trailed off, trying to wrap her head around the possibility.
Was this even possible? Could Rosie do this?
Before Ivy had time to process her thoughts, Rosie had returned to the living room.
“Did…” Ivy trailed off when she saw the look of Rosie’s face.
The woman who had gone in crying was not the same as the one smirking at Ivy.
“Give me the file,” Rosie said, her eyes shining with a determination that made Ivy’s stomach turn.
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Cole stepped forward. “Are you admitting to-”
But he paused when he saw the knife in Rosie’s hand.
“Give me the damn file!” Rosie snapped, stepping closer.
Cole ran behind the couch and Ivy followed, terrified by the madness in Rosie’s eyes.
Still, she tried to reason with Rosie. “Let’s talk about-”
“There’s nothing to talk about!” Rosie interrupted, wiggling the knife, the madness in her eyes increasing. “Give me the fucking file!”
Cole took the file from Ivy, stepping forward and shielding her from Rosie. “You want it, yeah?” he asked, shaking the file.” Come get it.”
Rosie rushed to them and they ran to the other side of the couch. The chase continued for another round around the couch until Rosie paused.
“Don’t fucking play with me!” she yelled.
Ivy flinched, her heart pounding hard. Cole leaned back, his voice so low that she almost didn’t hear it.
“Run to the door.”
She nodded, holding his shirt, her eyes still on Rosie.
“Let’s all calm down,” Cole said, facing Rosie. “We should-*
But it was too late, Rosie rushed to them, plunging the knife into Cole.
Cole groaned, dropping to his knee. Ivy screamed. Rosie’s eyes widened with shock as she dropped the knife.
Blood spilled from Cole’s stomach, his eyes struggling to stay opened. Ivy bent to him, trying to stop the bleeding by applying pressure. She turned to Rosie, who had gotten pale in the face. “Help me!” she screamed.
But instead of helping, Rosie picked up the file and dashed out of the house.
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