로그인She was born into gold but buried in lies. Twice married. Twice betrayed. And yet, in her final breath, Eleanor Valemont discovers the cruel truth: neither of her powerful husbands ever loved her. They loved Jane, the butler’s daughter—charming, sweet-faced, and cunning enough to steal everything Eleanor held dear. Poisoned by the man she once called her second chance, Eleanor dies with nothing but a broken heart and a burning vow: “If I get another chance, I’ll change everything.” But fate listens. Thrown back in time to the moment she must choose her husband, Eleanor defies expectations. She ignores the two brothers who betrayed her in her first life, and instead, shocks high society by choosing Lucian, the illegitimate third son. The same man who once rejected her with cruel words after a steamy night. He doesn’t love her. She doesn’t want love. This time, Eleanor only wants one thing… Power to change her faith and protect what’s rightfully hers.
더 보기CENTRAL LONDON - HARRODS"Alistair, we have a strategy meeting in two hours," Eleanor said, checking her watch as they strolled past a display of luxury fountain pens. "And I haven't reviewed the Shanghai reports yet."Alistair reached out and gently took her wrist, lowering her hand."The reports can wait," he said softly.Eleanor looked up at him, surprised. "But... the deadline.""That is exactly why we are here," Alistair said. He stopped walking and turned her to face him, ignoring the bustle of shoppers around them. "Look at us. For the last few weeks, we have forgotten how to smile and have fun."He looked down at Leo, who was mesmerized by a display of floating magnetic globes nearby."We forgot the most important part," Alistair said, his eyes warm and sad. "We forgot to be a family. In Shanghai, we went to the park every Sunday. We got ice cream. We laughed. I don't want to lose that to this war."Eleanor felt a lump form in her throat. He was right. The war with Simone had
The rain had stopped, but the air inside the library remained heavy, charged with the static of unresolved grief.On the oak table, old police reports were spread out like a fan. Photos of a mangled sedan, skid marks on a wet highway, and a toxicology report that had been falsified to blame the victim.Lucian stood by the fireplace, staring into the flames. He had sneaked out of the penthouse while Jane was in a pill-induced sleep, risking everything to bring these files to Eleanor."It’s not here," Damien said, rubbing his eyes. He pushed a file away. "We have proof of the money laundering. We have proof of Liana’s imprisonment. But the crash... Simone scrubbed it clean.""He didn't scrub everything," Lucian said, his voice low. "The mechanic who signed off on the vehicle inspection two days before the crash. His name was missing from the official police docket, but I found it in Simone’s personal ledger. A payout of fifty thousand pounds, dated the day after the funeral.""A payoff,
The conference room was a glass cage suspended twenty stories above the city. It was neutral ground—Switzerland for corporate sharks.Jane Thorne sat on the left side of the mahogany table, dressed in a sharp crimson suit. She looked like a woman ready for war, her hand resting possessively on the arm of the empty chair beside her."They’re late," Jane hissed. "She does it on purpose. She wants to make an entrance.""Relax, Jane," Hector Delgado rumbled from the other side of her. "This is a negotiation for the Antwerp port access. Keep your emotions in check. We have the leverage."The double doors opened.Lucian walked in first. He wore his usual dark Rothschild suit, impeccable and sharp, but his eyes were shadowed with exhaustion. He didn't look at Jane. He walked past her, ignoring the hand she reached out to touch his arm, and sat in the chair beside her."You're late," Jane whispered harshly."Traffic," Lucian said, opening a file without looking at her.A moment later, the doo
VALEMONT MANOR - THE LIBRARYThe morning sun cut through the heavy velvet drapes of the library, illuminating a room that felt less like a home and more like a bunker.Lucian sat at the head of the oak table. The fever had broken during the night, leaving him pale and hollow-cheeked, but his eyes were sharp. He wore a fresh shirt Alistair had provided, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tense with energy.Opposite him, Damien was pacing. He looked different today—less like the frightened boy who had arrived in the rain, and more like someone who had spent years silently observing the enemy."It’s not enough," Damien said, breaking the silence. He stopped pacing and looked at the whiteboard where Lucian had mapped out Simone’s network. "I’ve gone through the Berlin archives. We have proof of the payments. We have proof of the therapy. But Simone has insulated himself.""He has judges in his pocket," Lucian admitted, his voice raspy. "And he has the press. If we file charges, he w
The ride back to the Fairmont Peace Hotel was thick with a new, unspoken tension. The strange, intense conversation at Alistair’s private club had shifted the ground beneath them. Eleanor sat opposite him in silence. The Apex merger in '28. The impossible detail she had recognized from her past l
The private dining room at the top of the Fairmont Peace Hotel felt like a sanctuary of silence and power. The glittering expanse of the Bund and the futuristic skyline of Pudong spread out below them, like a kingdom of commerce laid at their feet. It felt like the territory of a man who considers
For three days, Eleanor barely left her room. The pain from Lucian’s betrayal was a cold, heavy weight in her chest. She replayed the scene at the overlook again and again in her mind.“I am the power now. You are useless to my plans.”Lucian had dismissed her. After everything they had been through
Lucian walked into the grand drawing room of the Rothschild estate and was met with a suffocating silence. He had left a family in ruins, and the pieces were still scattered where they had fallen. Simone stood by the fireplace, holding a whiskey. Sebastian was a crumpled figure on the sofa. Damien w






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