Elena made a quick stop at the address on the screen of her phone and asked the driver to wait for her there. She got out of her car and looked up the hotel building for a second, before making her way towards the entrance. As soon as she stepped foot inside the lobby, she found herself surrounded by the usual crowd of hotel guests, businessmen and women and tourists alike.She ignored them as she walked straight towards the elevators, pushing the button to call one down to her level. She only had to wait for a few seconds before the doors slid open and revealed the empty compartment inside. She quickly stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor, where the presidential suite was located.During the masquerade ball, she had received a text from the stranger she had met in Paris, and then Milan and then Paris again. According to his text, he was in New York for some kind of business which she thought she had no business asking. For as long as she could remember, both of them
The next morning when Richard picked up the newspaper, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he read the headlines of the New York Times: “The ‘Love and Disobey’ star, Cecelia McDowell warming bed with her billionaire brother”.“What the hell?” He muttered to himself as he stared at the front page, eyes widening at the images displayed on it. He quickly skimmed through the article, reading about the intimate moment shared by Cecelia and Richard in a hotel room. There was even a photo of the two of them kissing in the hallway, and even though the picture was kind of grainy, he knew the man in the picture was no one else but him.But…what the fuck, though? When the hell did this happen? He didn’t remember anything about kissing anyone in a hotel room, Cecelia or not. And why would he have an affair with his own fucking sister? That made the least sense of all.Sure, they weren’t exactly related by blood, but still. She was the daughter from his stepmother’s first marriage, and it was only a
Elena stared at the screen of her tablet and smiled to herself.The article was out. Everyone in the world now knew about Richard and his stupid mistress. She couldn’t wait until her plan worked out perfectly and destroyed his life forever.She thought back to those days she spent with Richard before disappearing from his life completely. She remembered the way he used to look at her, like she was the only person in existence who mattered to him anymore. She remembered how his touch felt on her skin, gentle and loving. And she remembered how they used to kiss and make love for hours upon hours before falling asleep in each other’s arms.But then he went ahead and betrayed her in the worst way possible. Sleeping with his own fucking sisters, related or not. She couldn’t believe it when she first received the photos through the detective she had hired. The same detective who gave her the keys to the hotel room where her husband was fucking his bitch.It broke her heart into a million pi
Simon Walsh grinned to himself, watching the chaos unfold on the television screen in front of him as he sipped his coffee slowly. “Look at that, little guy,” he said as he nudged his small dog that was lying beside him. “The whole world is going to hell now thanks to that fucking whore. Good job, Elena. You finally did something right.” The dog gave him a small bark in response before continuing to stare at the television, his head tilted slightly to one side as if confused by what was happening around him. Simon leaned forward in his chair and grabbed a bottle of whiskey off his table, pouring a generous amount into his cup before taking another sip and closing his eyes, relishing in the delicious flavor. He loved whiskey. And he especially loved it when he got to watch his dear nephew go down like that. Fuck. He hadn’t expected Elena to be so bold, but apparently, she proved him wrong. She was indeed a formidable opponent to have, and those people underestimated her capabilities
Elena sat by her brother’s bed, watching him as he slept peacefully like he had been since the night of his car accident. She watched him breathe with the oxygen mask strapped to his face, and her heart ached. She hated seeing him like this, so helpless and vulnerable. It killed her inside every time she looked at him, knowing that there was nothing she could do to make it any easier on him.She sighed softly as she ran her fingers through his hair, brushing aside a few strands from his forehead. “Josh,” she whispered while leaning down and planting a tender kiss on his cheek. “I miss you, Josh. Aren’t you tired of being like this? Of all this sleep? You should wake up now, really, it’s too much. Please.”But Josh didn’t reply. Instead, he kept breathing steadily, as if nothing else mattered in the world.“Come on, Josh,” tears pricked at her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “Please, wake up. I need you to wake up. I can’t live your life for you, you know. You have a son. He comes to
Richard sat in his office when his father stormed inside.“What do you think you’re doing?” Gerald McDowell hissed.“I’m handling the problem as it should have been handled a long time ago,” Richard said without even looking up from the file he was reading.“Cecelia is my daughter!” Gerald slammed his fist on the desk, making the papers fly around and almost knocking over the cup of coffee Richard was drinking from. “You can’t just go around and declare her missing, goddammit! Are you stupid or something?!”Richard finally looked up and raised an eyebrow at his father. “No,” he said calmly, “I’m not stupid. And neither was I when I decided to do what needed to be done. I tried to talk to your wife, but she only fed me with excuses. So I figured, since she wouldn’t do anything about it, I should.”Gerald narrowed his eyes at him. “You think you know so much better, don’t you? That you’re old enough to make decisions for this family and its members? That you have some kind of power over
“It’s been a whole damn week, and there’s still nothing about Cecelia,” Danika said with frustration, her voice tinged with disbelief as she flopped back on the couch and swirled the whiskey in her glass. “It makes no sense though. How could she just disappear?”“Or maybe she didn’t disappear at all,” Elena sighed, her brow furrowing in thought as she scrolled down her tablet, her eyes scanning through emails with a mix of concentration and concern. “I told you, she’s on the run. McDowells probably shipped her to some remote island of sorts, waiting for this whole mess to blow over, which it obviously won’t since her asshole brother went public with everything. This entire thing they are doing is all a pretense. It always is with them. They aren’t even looking for her in earnest. They are just saying that so they can save face, so they don’t look bad in public.”Danika scoffed in disgust. “What a bunch of idiots!”Elena raised her glass to her lips and took a sip, savoring the strong
Elena wasn’t sure what she was doing.Except for the fact that she had finally decided to pay Mr Walsh a visit.If she were to be honest, it felt like she was going on a suicide mission, because even though Danika had told her that there was still hope for her, Elena seriously doubted it. She was convinced that Mr Walsh would deny helping her after what happened between her and Richard.Hell, he might even refuse to see her altogether, thinking that she was here to seek revenge on his nephew and destroy his family completely. But regardless, she needed answers, and the only way to get them was to ask Mr Walsh himself.The only reason she was still considering asking Mr Walsh for help was because she owed that much to her brother. Whatever happened to him that night, whoever was behind the ruthless accident, he deserved justice. And if there was even the slightest chance that Mr Walsh could give her that justice, she had to try.She’d be a fool not to.That’s why Elena found herself st