INICIAR SESIÓNMy sister stole my husband, caused the death of my son, and took my place as a loving wife. But I won't always be the weak, pathetic, abandoned Eleanor they knew. I will rise from the ashes, build myself up, and come back as their worst nightmare. What I experienced, I will give back threefold. Starting from redeeming my image, taking my husband back, and putting my sister in her place.
Ver máswhile."There was no filling up the hollowness of everything within me as the wind rustled all the trees and carried the sounds of birdsweet, somewhere off in the distance."I haven't any idea how I'm going to do things from now on," I admitted, my throat closing in. "I've spent years thinking about revenge; I've been planning to make everyone pay for what they did to you. But now... now there is Mike. And it is different. It is-," I expelled a hard breath and shook my head. "It's complicated."Silence.I looked up at the sky and at the drifting clouds that sailed lazily, thinking little of the storm brewing in me. "I don't know, Elon, if I can allow myself to even have one more thing. I don't know if I'm worthy."The words weighed down on me, but saying them out loud made them real, made fear real.For years, my life had revolved around one thing: revenge. If I opened myself up to something other than that, if I let Mike in... was I letting go my son?Before I could stop it, a single
The silence between us lasted for a while, until one could easily hear something. The café was tranquil, and out of its low hum of conversations from other tables, a storm brewed between the two of us. Mike was on me, fingering an absent tap against the table, while his expression remained unreadable. The weight of his silence pressed against me like an unspoken challenge.Outside, evening lights flickered against the glass, tracing long shadows over his face. His jaw tightened, and his usually crisp eyes softened in some indescribable way at that moment; it wasn't pity, nor was it concern; it was something deeper, more grave.Then at last he sighed, leaning vaguely forward over the forearms resting on the table. He said, "Eleanor, I need to ask you: And you have to be truthful with me."I met his gaze, one side of my head turning slightly as I said,"Go on."He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, something unspoken hanging around in his eyes. "This plan of yours… what's gonna h
Over the next few days, I worked on strengthening my alliances, moving cautiously everywhere and ensuring that every decision I made was purposeful. It was easy to bring Vincent Holloway to my side: his grudge against the Alistairs went deep, and I could use his hunger for vengeance. Amelia Greaves, however, had taken a little longer. At first, she was reluctant to come to my side because she feared what the Alistairs were capable of if they found out she was working against them, but I knew what to say to her. I gave her what the Alistairs never had: acknowledgment, some semblance of justice. And when she agreed to help, she did so with quiet determination.Through them, I uncovered something far worse than I expected.There were secrets with the Alistairs like with every other great family, but this was not mere financial corruption or backdoor dealings. This was something much more personal. Years ago, Charles Alistair had been involved in a cover-up of an accident—an accident that
From that day, I decided to keep a laylow. I pretended to ignore Damian and act as if I were busying myself with distractions. I had signed up for golf lessons at an exclusive club—something I had no real interest in—but this was my perfect excuse to eavesdrop and sneak watch those around me. If the A-list thought I was pulling back, I wanted to sell that idea to them as much as I could.A few days after giving it some thought, I got in touch with Charles to tell him I was ready for a meeting. He didn’t seem shocked. All he would say was that this deal would benefit me with the added bonus of clearing my name so I could get back to work with my clients. That much was helpful.The day finally arrived, and I walked into the Alistair estate exuding calm and assured confidence. I dressed for the occasion in a crisp white blouse with fitted black trousers: neutral, polished, unreadable. The grand dining room looked just as I remembered it—opulent, a mere smattering of sunshine failing to w






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