LOGINElena stood in the doorway. She looked smaller than I had ever seen her. The Elena I knew always walked into rooms as if she owned them. She laughed loudly. She made sure everyone noticed her. This woman looked like she had been drained.
"Sit down, " Ethan said. His voice was not warm.. Not mean either. Just a voice that needed information and was willing to wait.
Elena sat.
I stayed standing. I did not want to sit near her. I was not sure I ever would.
"Talk, " I said.
She looked at me. For the time in all the years I had known her Elena did not try to control her face.
"Three days ago he called me, " she said. "Your uncle. He told me the plan was almost done. He told me my part was over. I will be taken care of."
"Take care of how, " Ethan asked.
"That is what I thought at first, " Elena said. "Money. A new place to go. A clean exit. That was what he promised when he first brought me in. When it was over I would be paid and disappear, and nobody would find out it was me."
“But," I said.
"But yesterday morning two men came to my flat, " she said. "They did not say anything. They just stood there when I woke up. One of them left an envelope on my table and they left. Inside the envelope was a picture of me.. A note that said. Loose ends get tied."
Silence.
I looked at Ethan. He was watching Elena carefully.
"He was going to silence you, " Ethan said. "You knew too much. Once the plan was almost done you became a problem."
Elena nodded. Her hands were clasped tight.
"What do you know? " I said. "That makes you a problem for him. Specifically."
Elena looked at me.
"I know where he is, " she said. "Right now. Tonight. I know the address."
The room changed.
Ethan straightened. My father appeared silently in the doorway. He took one step forward. Grace looked up from the corner.
"How do you know? " Ethan asked.
"Because I was there two weeks ago, " Elena said. "He brought me there for a meeting. A big house outside the city. Private road. I remembered the route because I always do. Old habit. I never trust anyone to not know the way out."
I believed her.
Not because I trusted Elena. I did not.. But because of that detail. I never trust anyone enough to not know the way out. Was too specific and too honest.
"Write it down, " Ethan said.
Elena wrote. An address. Directions. A description of the property.
Ethan picked it up. He walked to the other side of the room and made a call. I watched him. Thought about everything that was happening. The uncle knew where we were. Elena is arriving with an address. The picture was left in my father's office.
Everything was coming together.
Ethan came back.
"My team is checking the address, " he said. "If it is true we move tonight."
". Do what " my father asked from the doorway.
"End this " Ethan said simply.
The room emptied slowly. Elena was taken to a room. My parents went to rest. Daven had not appeared all morning.
I found myself alone in the kitchen.
Ethan found me ten minutes later.
He stood in the doorway. Look at me.
"You are doing it again, " he said.
"Doing what? " I asked.
"Carrying everything, " he said. He crossed the room. Stood in front of me. Close. "You do not have to do that."
I looked up at him.
Something about the way he said it. Quiet and certain. Made everything I had been holding since the altar feel too heavy.
My eyes filled.
I did not cry, just filled.
Ethan reached out and put his hand against my face.. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the room.
Then he kissed me.
Not soft. Not careful. Like something that had been held back and had finally run out of patience.
I kissed him back.
For a moment everything else stopped.
When we pulled back we were both breathing differently.
He looked at me.. I looked at him.
Then he dropped his hands and took one step back.
"The contract ends in four days, " he said. His voice was not steady.
I stared at him.
"That is what you are thinking about now " I said.
"I am thinking " he said carefully "that when it ends I do not want you to stay because of a piece of paper, I want it to be because you choose to."
He walked out of the kitchen.
I stood there alone with my heart going out of control.
He had kissed me. Then walked away.
Somehow that was more devastating, than anything the uncle had done.
Welcome to Left at the Altar, Loved by a Billionaire. This story is very close to my heart and I poured everything into it. Get ready for betrayal, drama, tears and a love story that will make you feel everything. Sofia's journey is just beginning and trust me — it is going to be one wild ride. If you enjoy the story please like, comment and share. Your support means everything to me and keeps me writing. Love, Selene Voss
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