LOGINELOISE The room gasped, and I froze. My vision started blurring. The word 'trash' echoed in my head with Damien’s voice. I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn't know how to answer. I've no proof to any of my claims. “We want your answer, Miss Ricardo.” The reporters wouldn't stop. I was pondering when, "You want to talk about trash?" Abraham asked, his voice so cold it seemed to frost the microphones. "How about we show you the real trash here?” My eyes flew back to him. What's he trying to do now? He gestured sharply to Marcus, who was standing at the side with a tablet. "Since this room is so obsessed with the timeline of betrayals, let’s take a good look at it.”A massive screen lowered beside us, flickering to life. The footage played, catching my breath in my throat.It was surveillance footage of Damien and Selene. This clip was from a hotel lobby, dated six months ago. Selene had only been back in the country for a week. They were tucked into a dark corner, their
ELOISE “What!?” I gasped at the cold, ruthless man before me as he dropped the sudden, unapologetic news on my face. The ink on that suicide contract was barely dry when I was forced in another mission of meeting the huge press conference!I had expected a day of quietness, maybe some time to adjust—to wrap my head around the fact that I had just signed myself to my boss who wasn't only my boss but my ex-brother in law. Ugh! Why does it sound suddenly so pathetically disturbing!?"Don't you think this is moving way too fast," I protested, my voice nearly drowned out by the aggressive hum of a high-end blow dryer."We just signed the contract. You’re throwing me to the wolves, and I’m pretty sure my tears haven't dried from this morning yet.”Abraham stood by the window of the dressing room, his back to me, looking like a statue carved from charcoal and arrogance. "The wolves are already at the door, Eloise. It’s a strategy to get the upper hand. You should know it as a lawyer.” He
ELOISE I sat in Abraham’s private office,Marcus had slipped out a moment ago, leaving the heavy mahogany doors to click shut with a finality that made my stomach flip lightly.Abraham didn’t say a word. He just slid a thick, cream-colored folder across the desk. It looked innocent enough, but I knew better. This wasn't just paper; it was a blueprint for a new life—or a very comfortable cage.I didn't open it immediately, and stared at the embossed Argos logo on the cover. After some time, I looked up at him. “Before we move forward, I’m not doing this for your money, Abraham," I said, my voice was calm, yet firm. "I have no desire for your wealth or your fame. What I want is revenge. Pure and simple."Abraham’s lips quivered into a smirk that didn't reach his sharp emerald eyes. "There’s no negotiation in that, Eloise. Revenge is the silent partner in this partnership. It’s a given."He leaned back on his chair, like the king he is. For a second, the stoic mask slipped, and I s
ELOISEThe world tilted beneath my feet. For a moment, my vision blurred. Abraham was right. They didn't just find my car; they went to great lengths to get to my apartment.As if it wasn't enough, a sudden, loud, violent crash echoed from the upper hallway, followed by a high-pitched scream that tore through the huge mansion."Leo!" Abraham gasped. We ran upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time, my lungs were burning. When we reached his room, the door was ajar, and inside, the scene was complete chaos.A heavy porcelain lamp lay shattered on the floor, and the room was filled with the terrified, sobbing gasps of a child who had lost his grip on reality. Leo was thrashing against the pillow violently. Two maids were hovering near the bed, their hands stretched as if trying to catch a falling bird, but they were afraid to touch him. "He won't let us near him, Chairman," one of the maids whispered, her voice trembling. "He’s screaming about the shadows."I didn't think anythi
ELOISE I stared at the man before me in a daze. My pulse was hammering against my throat so hard I was certain he could hear it."A… marriage?" I finally choked out, the words felt like sand in my mouth. Is this the right time to joke around, or did he take me for a fool? However, he didn't show any sign of joking. Instead, his eyes sharpened with a cold glint."Damien treated you like a possession he could neglect because he never understood your value," he said, his voice a deep, resonant hum, vibrating through the silence."I am not looking for a doll, Eloise. I am offering you a partnership that makes you untouchable. A seat at a table where the people currently trying to destroy you wouldn't even be allowed to serve the drinks.""It’s too much," I whispered, shaking my head. "It’s insane!” "It's the only choice you have." He countered, his expression long shifted back to that unreadable, professional mask. “Choice?” I couldn't help the bitter laugh that tore through me. “Whe
ABRAHAM I watched Eloise leaving through the surveillance. "Too stubborn," I muttered at her retreating figure. She had always been like this since I've known her: stubborn and persistent, too innocent for this world. Therefore, I had to make an excuse for her to leave the office. I gazed at the empty desk through the screen. She looked too pale just now; she was crying if I'm not wrong. Is it because of the severance notice, a defamation suit, or did something else happen? A quiet sigh left me. “Just a few more days, Eloise.” I left the office as well and went to the parking garage. I'll just finish the remaining work from home.As I rounded the corner toward the executive bay, a figure caught my attention. I paused and turned in that direction. Eloise? My brows furrowed. Why is she standing there like that? I stepped forward, and what I saw froze me mid-step.The car's window was broken, and the entire car was filled with names and death threats.My calm shattered in no tim







