LOGINI wasn’t able to pick myself up easily even after half an hour they left. I was hyperventilating. I cried my heart out as I try to release the pain I had been trying to keep deep inside my chest. My eyes had turned red and sunken by the time my tears subsided so I still couldn’t go to the hospital. To kill time, I went to my art gallery, and read emails from my clients to review their offers.
“Are we going to push through with the auction to be held tomorrow night? I have received feedback from the announcement and invitations we sent, but we could delay it for a week. I’m sure they will understand if they hear your reason—”
I shook my head, and cut off Alicia. “They do not need to know about Elon’s condition, Alicia. I cannot disappoint my guests either. We will push through with the auction. Is everything ready?”
Alicia nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Alistair…”
Mrs. Alistair…
“I suggest you start calling me by my name and not by my husband’s…” I pushed back my body and looked at Alicia. “How is my father’s candidacy going?”
The auction that I will conduct was for a fundraiser to support my father’s charity organization. It was to assist my father in his candidacy, and to further strengthen his positive image and thus win over the hearts of people. He was running for Mayor, for the second time.
“There is no doubt that your father will win again, despite having solid competitors, Mrs— Ma’am Eleanor.”
“Just Eleanor, Alicia.” I corrected her. “You’ve been my secretary for five years now and we have grown closer to the point that you know my husband’s affair. You can drop the formality.”
Alicia’s brows met. Her lips curved, as if wanting to say more, but she suppressed herself. “Are you sure, Ma’am?”
I nodded, and then smiled, before I stood up. “Yes.”
Alicia then nod her head. “Both the benchmark poll and survey results shows that your father is certain to win, so rest assured. I’m sure your father’s secretary already know this as well.”
“That’s good to hear…” I responded, but my eyes couldn’t really vouch for my remark. “I’m going to the hospital now, so you can stay here to take over. You can call me when something happens.”
“I will…. Eleanor.”
I left the gallery. I headed to the hospital with my car and informed Damian beforehand. It wasn’t really because I wanted to update him, but I more likely wanted to know if my parents were still there. But as expected, I received no reply from Damian.
I could just hope they were no longer there.
On the elevator, I put out my foundation and mirror to retouch my make-up. My eyes looked better now but I was sure Damian and Elon could still notice it, so I added a layer around my eyes, and put a brighter lipstick to make it subtle. It was a good thing I finished before it opened.
“Eleanor?”
“Mike?”
Clad in a formal polo shirt, tie, and white coat, was a man I knew a few years back. A friend from college, along with his other co-doctors.
“Hey!” He greeted with a smile as they stepped inside. “Eleanor, you sure look a lot better. How are you?”
Mike was a close friend of mine. We were actually in a circle of friends. Me, Abby and Mike. But he flew for California after we graduated and I never really heard of him since then so I was kind of shock to see him here.
But seeing how he’s wearing a doctor’s uniform must have mean he’s working here. But how come I only get to see him now?
“Mike! I didn’t know you’re back…”
“I came back six months ago,” he responded, looking at me with awe. “I heard you’re married to Damian now. Guess first love worked out for you, huh.”
Not at all, Mike.
I gave him a smile as a response. “How about you? I lost contact with you after you flew to California. How are you doing?”
“I studied again after I flew and only get to work recently so I was quite busy. It was a shame, I would’ve pursued you if you were single.” He joked and chuckled. “Are you free now? How about a lunch? My treat.”
“I would love to, Mike. But I am only about to visit my son. So, maybe later?”
I left the hospital yesterday. By now, Elon must be starting to look for me.
“Your son? What happened to him?” Mike’s brows creased.
I figured it might not be the best setting to talk about it. Fortunately, the elevator stopped and open as it reached the floor I was going to.
“Let’s catch up later, I’ll meet you at the lobby.”
“Or I can come with you right now…” I heard him say as I stepped out.
When I looked over him, he was already behind me. The elevator also closed so I didn’t feel like I could still refuse him. Wherefore I let him go with me.
“Mommy!” Elon’s cheerful voice filled my ears when I opened the door. He was eating an apple with Damian by his side. I immediately fasten my steps to greet him with a kiss.
Thankfully, my parents were no longer there.
“I’m sorry I was late. Mommy had some things to do,” I smiled, before I looked back to his visitor. “Elon, this is my friend Mike. He wanted to see you so I brough him.”
“Hi there, buddy.” Mike waved his hand to Elon and smiled.
“You’re a doctor?”
Mike nodded. “Yup. I work around here.”
“Cool.” Elon commented. “Do you want apples?”
“You sure have a good son, Eleanor. He takes after you.” Mike whispered, before he winked at me. I just smiled, before my eyes went to Damian, whose face looked stoic.
“Are you not going to introduce me, Elle?”
I shifted my gaze to Mike. “Mike, it’s Damian. You know about him, right?”
I couldn’t think of a better way to introduce him. He wanted a divorce. But then again, introducing him that way didn’t seem like he was fine with it either, seeing as his eyes turned more… dark.
while."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
I absolutely knew what I was doing the moment my fingers brushed against Damian's wrist, lingering just long enough to make him tense. The air between us had been charged all night, heavy with a flavor neither of us wanted to name. But that wasn't reason enough to be here. I was here to unravel him, make him forget everything else-even if only for a moment.It had been boring, more polished smiles, more empty conversations. What made it most thrilling was how it felt to watch Damian. The sole fact that he followed me everywhere with his eyes, that his fingers tightened around his glass at every slight chuckle I offered at any other man's joke, almost made it a no-brainer to string him along."Eleanor." His voice had that warning edge, but it didn't fool me. It never had.I tilted my head and pretended to be harmless as I asked, "Something wrong?"He exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. "You know exactly what you're doing."I stepped closer, my fingers grazing the lapel of his suit. "And yo
I relived that thrilling night in my mind long after coming back home from the gala. The way Damian had looked at me, the way his breath had caught for just a fraction of a second - these were the moments I had been waiting for. He was still affected by me. Good. That meant I had an advantage, and I planned to use it.The soft light filtering through my curtains woke me the next morning with the faint ache of exhaustion still clinging to my limbs. A deep exhale escaped my lips, staring at the ceiling while mind-playing all the game from last night. I had taken the first step, but this was far from over. If I wanted Damian to fall into my trap, I had to make sure he came to me. I had to pull, not push.With this renewed motivation, I pushed myself towards the kitchen to brew some coffee. The rich aroma filled my apartment as I scrolled through my phone, scanning for any signs of his reaction. Nothing. No messages, no sudden calls, no desperate attempts to reach out.Of course not. Dami







