Se connecterEleanor POV“Are you alright, mother?”Eleanor held back in a sigh; she was starting to reach the ends of her patience.“How many times have you asked that now, Eden?” she said as she glanced at her beautiful, perfect son. The boy had the grace to blush.“Several times,” he muttered, and then perked up once more. “I’m just worried about you, mother. Who knows what that savage could’ve done to you?”“Your brother won’t kill me just by pointing a gun at me, Eden,” she pointed out.“He’s not my brother!” Eden erupted, scowling furiously at her. “He’s a stain on this family, and I wish he hadn’t returned from overseas!”He would’ve continued to yell, if he wasn’t stopped by his new wife placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.“Honey,” she whispered soothingly.Eleanor fought to keep the elation she was feeling concealed from him at that moment. After years of pitting the brothers against each other, it was finally bearing fruit. The bad blood between them was so bad, that Eleanor
When did Mavros get here? I thought in surprise, blinking as I turned towards the direction of the voice.Mavros was standing in the courtyard in casual clothes, looking as if he had only worn the first thing his hand had grabbed on his way here. The way his shirt hugged his rugged chest made my heart flutter; his muscles were in display, straining against the fabric.Then I noticed what he was holding in his hands, and my arousal drained to nothing.“Mavros,” I gasped.He was pointing a gun at Eleanor. I glanced at the woman in question; her hand was still frozen in the air, as if she had been paused. Her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes were wide with what seemed to be surprise; she looked like she had seen a ghost.“I won’t repeat myself,” Mavros growled. “Step away from my wife, right this moment.”Eleanor swallowed and dropped her hands, taking a few steps back.“If it isn’t the prodigal son,” Eleanor muttered, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery. “I wonder; to what
“What is the meaning of this?” Eleanor Cole barked. “What are you doing here? You aren’t welcome here!” I smiled as I walked up to the house, not saying anything. Eleanor Cole was still beautiful and elegant, even in her fifties; she looked younger than her years, with mostly black hair lined with streaks of white. She was dress in a white sequin gown with slashes of yellow-gold, a color that reflected the champagne she held in her long fingers. “Hello, Grandmother,” I greeted as I reached the top of the steps. David stood behind me, not saying anything. “Are you deaf as well as stupid?” Eleanor sneered. “No matter how much you beg, my son will never take you back, you whore.” “A whore!?” I echoed, flabbergasted. “Why am I the whore, when I have only ever been a faithful wife? If anyone is a whore here, it’s his new wife.” “Mind your tongue,” Eleanor snarled. My stomach fell. Why was she so antagonistic towards me? The door to the house was pushed open again, revealing the gues
With that last word, I left the penthouse, pretending not to notice Mavros’s heavy gaze as I exited the door, and then the building. As I approached my car, David suddenly cut in front of me and opened the passenger door.“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said. I opened my mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to do that, but then I closed it when I realized that it was, quite literally, his job.“Thank you,” I said instead. “Still, I can drive myself, David.”“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” he said. “If I’m to see you to your destination back safely, I have to be on the wheels.”“Are you saying that I can’t drive myself?” I couldn’t resist the urge to tease him.“Of course not.”I sighed, and just entered the car. I glanced back at the building, and my gaze locked with Mavros’s, who was staring down at us through his window. His expressionless face softened a bit, and he nodded at me. I smiled back.David got into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the driveway, then began making his wa
“You'll be leaving by plane tomorrow, so you should get prepared.” Mavros announced after we shook hands.“Will you be coming with me?” I asked.He shook his head. “No, I won't. It'll be too suspicious. I don't want the Coles to suspect a connection between the both of us just yet.”I frowned at that.“Then how are we going to coordinate? Can't you make up an excuse, like a business trip or something?”“It will still look suspicious, Laura. The Coles, Eleanor especially, aren't stupid. Anyone who walks with death like her will always be cautious.”“Oh. Okay.”I couldn't fully suppress the disappointment in my voice. God, what was wrong with me?Mavros nodded. “I'll see you later, Laura. You should rest.” As he turned to leave the bedroom, I stopped him with a hand on his wrist.“Wait. Before I leave tomorrow, I need to get my things.”Mavros frowned at me, glancing over his shoulder.“What do you mean, get your things?”“My luggage at the house I shared with Eden,” I admitted, blushin
“N-No! That can't be true!”“Unfortunately, it is. And I can prove it.”I looked up at Mavros from where I was sitting. “How?”He raised an eyebrow, looking at me as if I had asked a stupid question. I blinked, remembering the folder.I picked it up with a faint, embarrassed blush, and began to leaf through it.As I did so, the blood gradually drained from my face. It started innocuously enough; it outlined the connections that Eleanor had with various fringe groups of upper society. This wasn't surprising; Eleanor was a well known socialite and philanthropist.As I dug deeper into the document, however, things began to look darker and more sinister.Blackmail. Secret societies. Findings directed at governmental bills and projects that benefitted her and targeted a specific group; the landed families of Britain.As I flicked through the pages, dread began to build within me, until, finally, I saw it.The assassinations.“What does she want?” I whispered.“I don't know,” Mavros replie







