To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 273

The wind on the hospital rooftop was fierce, so strong Elara could barely keep her eyes open.

A group of burly men dragged her roughly, hauling her to the center of the rooftop. Her legs were too weak to resist, and the harsh concrete scraped through her jeans, burning her skin with every inch they pulled her.

Once they reached the middle, the men finally let go, but immediately formed a tight circle around her, cutting off every escape.

Elara tried desperately to rub life back into her numb legs, fighting to summon the strength to stand.

Just then, Ingrid emerged from behind them, her heels tapping crisply against the concrete.

“Don’t bother,” Ingrid said, a smug smile playing on her lips. “After a shock like that, you won’t be standing for at least a day or two.” She paused, eyes gleaming with malice. “But for you, even a few hours is too long—because it won’t even take a minute to toss you off this roof.”

Elara gritted her teeth. “This is a crime. You’ll go to prison for this.”

Ingrid laughed, utterly unbothered. “So what? With Brian on my side, I could rob a bank or burn the whole place down—no one would dare touch me.”

Elara clenched her fists against the ground, struggling to sit up. “You’re about to marry him. Why are you doing this?”

At the mention of her marriage, Ingrid’s smile vanished, replaced by a flash of anger.

“I’m going to marry Brian in style, with all eyes on me, with everyone envying me,” she hissed. “But you keep dragging my name through the mud! You tell everyone Brian is just some husband you tossed aside, like he’s damaged goods. How am I supposed to face anyone in high society after that?”

She leaned in, her voice sharp as broken glass. “You’re like a rock in my path—filthy and immovable. As long as you’re alive, I’ll never get my perfect wedding!”

Elara’s laugh was cold as ice. “All your worth depends on a man. When Brian finds out what you’ve really done, he’ll be disgusted just to touch you.”

Ingrid’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What did Lina tell you?”

Elara didn’t answer, her silence deliberate. In truth, Lina hadn’t told her a thing about what happened in Aalborg; she’d just pieced it together, connecting the dots out of instinct.

Ingrid’s fury exploded. She whipped around and barked at her men, “What are you standing there for? You don’t get paid until she’s over the edge!”

The four men seized Elara, dragging her toward the rooftop’s edge.

He shifted, his shirt sticking painfully to his back, and winced. “And about two pints of blood.”

“With that much blood loss, you’d be dead already,” Elara muttered, trying to stand, only to find her legs still useless.

Across the roof, the two bodyguards had already subdued the thugs.

One of them approached Jason for instructions.

Jason’s tone turned icy, all traces of banter gone. “Take them to the police.”

The bodyguard hesitated. “But that woman—she ran off when we were distracted.”

Jason’s eyes swept the rooftop, sharp as a hawk’s. “What about the security cameras?”

“There are none up here,” the bodyguard replied.