Mag-log in"I can't fall in love with you, Lucas," I whisper, my hands sliding down to the ache pressing against his grey sweatpants. His breath catches, lips parting, veins rising along his forearms as he responds to my touch. "Why? Is it because of your husband?" His voice is husky, hands pinning mine to his straining cock "Come with me, Eleanor. I’ll treat you better than he ever did." My chest heaves as we hold each other’s gaze. I swallow hard, my mind racing. Should I abandon my revenge and go with the man I shared a night of reckless passion with? * Eleanor Harper’s life is built on lies. Her husband betrayed her, her best friend deceived her, even her daughter isn’t biologically hers. Now, Eleanor is playing the long game. She is dismantling their power piece by piece through her inherited company. Then Lucas Kane steps into her life. He is a man from her past with secrets of his own. He becomes both an investor and an unexpected love interest. As the lines between vengeance and vulnerability blur, Eleanor must choose. Will she pursue revenge or trust the man who could save her—or destroy her?
view moreLucas's POVThe sound of the door clicking shut dragged me out of bed.Finally. That took her long enough.I’d been awake for at least twenty minutes, staring at the window and wondering why the hell the rent girl was still here. Usually, they were gone before I even opened my eyes — quiet, discreet, professional. This one? Not so much.I thought about shaking her awake, telling her to get dressed and get out, but… I didn’t.Something about her face stopped me.Weird. I never lingered or cared.With a groan, I sat up and rolled my shoulders, the stiffness cracking through my neck. I turned, scanning the bedstand for the envelope I’d set aside last night — crisp cash, no strings, the usual. It was still there untouched."She didn’t take the money?" I muttered, rubbing a hand over my jaw. "What kind of rent girl forgets her damn paycheck?"I sighed again, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. "Great. Maybe she wants a reason to come back. Not happening."Grabbing my phone, I hit the call butt
Eleanor's POVMy nose twitched at the strange scent of… lavender? No—something musky.When I opened my eyes, my panties were resting right on my face.I groaned, swiping them away as I push myself upright, my arms stretching over my head. My skull throbbed like it’s been used as a drum in some wild ritual. I squinted toward the nightstand, searching for my phone.God, I feel wrecked. My tongue's dry, my head’s heavy, and my soul feels… bruised.Then it hits me—why I drank in the first place.James. Rachel. Sophie.My husband. My best friend. My daughter.The knife twisted again, clean and cruel.I pressed my palms to my face, trying to block the wave, to stop myself from crying again. I can’t—not now.But then— I heard movement. I froze, slowly lower my hands, and there I see someone beside me. A broad, muscled back, tanned skin. A tattoo trailing from his shoulder down to his ribs.The sheets barely cover his hips, his breathing deep and even.My throat went dry. My lips parted but
Eleanor's POVThe music pounded through the walls like thunder. The bass, the lights, the smell of smoke and perfume — all scream loud but not louder than my thoughts. it wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be this."Hey, beautiful, dance with me," a voice slurred near my ear.I turned, sharp, gripping the man’s wrist before I even realized what I was doing. His smirk faltered. "Let go," he hissed."Don’t you ever touch me," I said, squeezing harder. My voice shook, not from fear — from fury. Every cell in my body burned with it. I wanted to hurt someone. I wanted someone to feel what I was feeling.Hands grabbed me from behind. Two, maybe three. The man stumbled back, cursing, as security rushed in."Ma’am, you need to calm down.""Take your hands off me!" I yelled, jerking free, my voice breaking. But they didn’t listen. They never do.They dragged me out through the back door, where the sound of the club fell away into the cold Las Vegas night.The door slammed shut. S
Eleanor’s POV "I'll kill you!""How dare you fuck my sister hours after putting a ring on my finger!" "Because I love Janet, not you, Jane! I only did that to get your inheritance!"......"Mrs. Harper, Ma'am…" The telenovela dialogue blared through my earbuds, my favorite moment interrupted by a familiar, cautious voice.I yanked out my earbuds and squinted at the limousine window. Gabriel, my driver, hovered politely at the door, his posture perfect, his expression careful."Yes, Gabriel. What is it?" I said, annoyed that my drama-filled escape had been interrupted."We've arrived, ma'am" he said softly."Oh," a soft sigh left my lips, realizing, just then, my phone rang. I glanced at my phone and saw Sophia’s name lighting up the screen. A small, sheepish smile tugged at my lips — I had tricked everyone into thinking I wouldn’t make it to the city for Rachel’s birthday, happening in just a few hours. Somehow, I knew this call was coming."Hello, sweetheart," I said as I swi
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