Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO
Chapter 98: Finally

Chapter 98: Finally

The drive to the outskirts of Zeden felt longer than it really was as Ivy drove to meet the guy who’d help her take care of that betraying bitch of a friend.

Ivy sat behind the wheel of her sleek black car, her fingers tight around the steering wheel. Every bump in the road jolted through her like a warning, but she didn’t let herself dwell on it. Not today. Not when her plan had already begun to take form.

Tall trees lined the dirt path ahead, their long shadows casting eerie shapes over her windshield as the sun began to dip lower. It was the kind of place no one passed through unless they had a reason—except a reason like hers

She reached a small, abandoned-looking warehouse surrounded by overgrown grass and a rusting chain-link fence. It was quiet. Too quiet.

She never would’ve known about a place like this had she not decided to run away on her wedding day. Thinking about that day, a memory of the man that helped her came to mind but she shoved it off. She would think about him later.

She parked the car and stepped out, her heels crunching against the gravel as she walked toward the entrance.

There was no sign of anyone. Not a single sound, not a bird, not a breeze. Just silence.

Ivy glanced around, her heart starting to beat faster. Maybe he wasn’t here yet. Why would be? When there was still thirty minutes away from the agreed time. She’d thought to come early so she could take a proper look at him and be able to take charge of the meeting she thought.... or so she thought as she walked further into the place.

"Looking for someone?" The voice came from behind her, sharp and sudden like a blade to the back.

Ivy gasped and spun around, her breath catching in her throat. The man had appeared out of nowhere—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black from head to toe.

His face was partly covered by a hood, but what she could see sent a chill racing down her spine. Cold, calculating blue eyes with no sense of warmth or any form of hesitation.

He had cornered her so quietly, so perfectly, that she hadn’t even heard his footsteps.

"It’s me," she said quickly, lifting her chin to show no fear even though she was dying of fear inside. "I’m the one who called."

The man held her gaze for a long moment, studying her face like he was trying to read her soul. Then, slowly, he stepped back, his hands going into his pockets.

"You’re good," Ivy breathed out, trying to steady her heart. "Really good. I think you can deliver what I want."

"What job?" he asked, voice low and gravelly. "You didn’t say."

"Well, that is why we’re meeting," She said as she reached into her handbag and pulled out a folded photograph, her fingers trembling slightly. She unfolded it and handed it to him.

It was a picture of Eliana—smiling, beautiful, unaware her face had just been turned into a target.

The man took the photo, glanced at it once, and looked back at Ivy. "What do you want done? You want her dead... or just hurt enough to remember?"

Ivy stared at the photo in his hands. For a second, she hesitated, not because of guilt, but because of the heaviness of the moment. This was real now. There was no turning back.

Her mind flashed back to Eliana’s face at the estate yesterday—so smug, so calm, like she’d won. Like she owned Stefan’s future and the call this morning. The divorce and all Stefan had said to her, all because of that snake.

No, Ivy wouldn’t allow that.

"I want her to learn," Ivy said, her voice cold, and steady. "Teach her a deep, deep lesson. Something she won’t forget in a hurry. And if she still doesn’t get it after that—" she looked up, meeting the man’s dead eyes, "—I’ll call you again to finish her off."

The man gave a slow nod, slipping the picture into his pocket. "That I can do. But I take payment upfront. I’m expensive. And I don’t come cheap for a reason. If I’m ever caught, no one will know who hired me. I leave no traces."

Ivy crossed her arms, her voice sharp. "Money isn’t the problem. I’ll transfer the first half tonight. Send me your details."

The man gave a small smirk, the only sign he was even human. "Smart. That’s what I like to hear. I’ll get it done. But remember—if I smell anything off, I disappear. No warnings."

She nodded. "Understood. I’ll send everything you need to know about her, I need this job done as soon as possible. Just make sure you’re not caught. I still have... more work for you."

He nodded once and then turned, walking away with long, silent strides that made him seem like a shadow disappearing into the dying light.

Ivy stood there watching him until he was completely gone, the picture of Eliana still burning in her mind like a match ready to catch fire.

She turned slowly, heading back to her car, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile. .com

Finally.

Finally, something was going her way. It felt good—so good—to take control again. To not be the one reacting, but the one acting. Eliana had crossed a line, and now she’d pay. She’d learn the hard way not to meddle in Ivy’s world.

And as for Stefan... Ivy’s smile grew colder.

He could play tough all he wanted. He could throw around threats, wave divorce papers in her face, but he didn’t realize something very important— She’d already taken control of the game.

And soon, very soon, she’d take him back too. Not with love. Not with lies. But with power. He was hers.

She slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door, letting out a slow breath as she stared ahead.

Now all she had to do was wait. Wait for the first bit of good news. Wait for Eliana to feel what betrayal truly meant. And after that? The real fun would begin.

"Step one... complete," she whispered to herself, fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.

The feeling of triumph curled warm and dark in her chest, like the first flickers of a fire just starting to burn. The kind of fire that destroyed everything in its path.

And Ivy? She was ready to watch it all burn—one enemy at a time.