When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1875 Putting An End To Her Peaceful Life

News of Cassandra's downfall spread like wildfire-and even reached Stella, who had been holed up at home.

Stella's life had become a miserable mess. She was constantly dodging debt collectors and living in quiet panic, tormented by the fear that Cecilia and Nathaniel might come knocking on her door at any moment.

What she didn't know was that this was exactly what Cecilia intended for her to live each day in dread.

Once Cassandra's case was wrapped up, Cecilia turned her attention to the next name on her list. She sought out Sven to ask how Stella had been faring lately.

Sven reported that Stella had secluded herself in a rented apartment, barely stepping outside except to pick up deliveries or takeout.

"Seems like she's still living comfortably," Cecilia remarked flatly.

After everything Stella had done—and how close she'd come to dragging Vivian

down with her-Cecilia had no intention of letting her off easy.

"It's time her so-called peace came to an end," she said coldly.

Sven understood at once. Without a word, he set the wheels in motion.

That day, like usual, Stella stepped out to collect a parcel-only to find herself suddenly surrounded by a group of men.

"Where are you off to, superstar Ms. Ross?" the man in front sneered.

Stella's eyes widened in panic. "I... I'm not going anywhere..."

"Why haven't you repaid the money yet?" the man demanded, grabbing her arm.

"If it weren't for you, our boss wouldn't have been stuck in a losing deal, right?"

"I don't have any money left. Please... I'm begging you," Stella pleaded, her voice trembling.

"If you're broke, then you should be working to pay it off-not hiding out here." The men closed in around her.

Stella tried to run, but there was nowhere to go. Cornered and desperate, she had no choice but to agree to work off her debt.

But she was already blacklisted-there was no way for her to earn money through legitimate means.

With no other option, Stella returned to the Royale Club.

Once, she had strutted through its halls posing as Queenie's daughter, lording her fake status over the staff.

Now, walking back through those same doors, she was met with scorn. The employees who once bowed to her now looked at her with open contempt.

She had no choice but to endure it in silence, clinging to the hope that, eventually, the debt collectors would forget her.

But they didn't. Every now and then, they came looking again.

Each day, Stella lived in a state of constant anxiety. She looked likez someone on the verge of

madness-disheveled, unstable, as if she had completely lost her grip on reality. noveldrama

Then, she saw the news. Cecilia had officially become the president of Jamieson Group, fully taking over the reins.

Jealousy flickered in Stella's eyes as she muttered bitterly, "Why is life so unfair? Why does Cecilia get everything?"

Frustrated but helpless, she seethed

in silence. While cursing Cecilia in her heart, she was also busy pulling strings, trying to arrange a meeting with her.

Meanwhile, Cecilia spent her days at the company and the hospital, trying to spend whatever spare time she had with her mother.

"Stella's at the entrance again," Sven informed her one day.

He sent her a video, and Cecilia played it immediately. It showed Stella huddled

near the company gates-unkempt and pitiful, like a beggar.

Lately, Stella had been appearing often, sometimes showing up at the hospital, other times loitering around Jamieson Group.

Cecilia stared at the video for a moment before speaking. "Set up a meeting with her somewhere."

Sven gave a nod. "Understood."

At a high-end restaurant, Stella sat

waiting for Cecilia. She glanced around at the elegant interior, then lowered her eyes to her own disheveled reflection in the cutlery. She looked completely out of place.

Finally, Cecilia arrived.

She hadn't changed much over the years or so it seemed at first. But then Stella

noticed something. Cecilia was no longer wearing a hearing aid.

Cecilia walked directly to the table, took a seat across from her, and asked flatly, "What do you want from me?"