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Chapter Six
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THE CEO'S VENGEFUL BRIDE Chapter Six
Eleanor I don’t know what possessed me to do it.Maybe it was the exhaustion. Or the champagne still souring my stomach. Or the look in Damian’s eyes steady, unyielding, too much.But the moment he whispered, I’m not letting you go, something inside me snapped.I tore myself out of his arms and took three steps forward. The wooden planks of the pier were slick beneath my bare feet. My heartbeat was a frantic bird in my throat.“Eleanor.”His voice cut through the roar in my head, but I didn’t stop.I stepped into nothing.For an instant, I hung in midair, the world holding its breath.Then the river swallowed me whole.The cold was a brutal shock. It punched the breath from my lungs, turning my scream into a burst of bubbles. The current seized me, dragging me down. My skirts tangled around my legs, heavy and suffocating.Some dim part of me realized I was going to die here alone, unloved, forgotten.I closed my eyes.Then strong arms wrapped around me, hauling me up. I broke the sur
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Damian. I used to think humiliation was something that only happened to women in satin dresses and high heels. That it belonged in ballrooms and tabloids.I didn’t realize a man like me could taste it, too.I sat on the edge of the bed, the early morning light turning the expensive sheets into a tangle of shadows. The wad of cash weighed heavy in his palm, like a taunt. The note crumpled in my other hand, the words still visible through the creases.Thank you for your services.Services.I closed my eyes, jaw flexing. I had built an empire, one acquisition, one hostile takeover at a time. I was the youngest billionaire CEO in New York, a man people whispered about in boardrooms and bars with equal fascination and fear. Every woman wanted a piece of me. And she had reduced me to a paid escort with a single stroke of her pen.A muscle jumped in my cheek.“Arrogant little witch,” I muttered under my breath.But even as I said it, I felt something else under the rage. A grim sort of adm
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Eleanor I don't remember how I found myself back at the ballroom. I only remembered the champagne. Glass after glass, each one colder and sweeter than the last. It went down like water, a slow burn in my veins that blurred the edges of reality until nothing mattered until I stopped caring that somewhere behind those gilded doors, my sister was marrying the man I’d thought would be mine.I found myself in the terrace garden, surrounded by flickering lanterns and the hush of night. My bare feet pressed into the damp grass. I could still hear the music through the glass walls waltz after waltz for the happy couple.I lifted another glass to my lips. Someone cleared their throat behind me.“Eleanor.”My name rolled off his tongue like an intimate secret. I turned slowly, unsteady on my feet. He stood in the shadows, tall and lean in a midnight-black suit. Dark hair, eyes the color of old whiskey, warm and watchful, even in the darkness.Damian Laird. The one man in that entire room who
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Eleanor I always thought there was a limit to humiliation. A breaking point where the world would finally show a shred of mercy and let you crawl away to lick your wounds in peace.I was wrong.I stood in the corridor outside the ballroom, the last of the guests’ horrified whispers echoing behind me. My heart drummed against my ribs, wild and unsteady. The heavy doors swung shut with a muffled thud. For a few blissful seconds, silence cocooned me. I thought it was over.Then my father stormed out, his face ashen with rage. “Eleanor.” His voice was low, controlled. That was how I knew I was in real danger, he only ever spoke softly when he was at his most furious.I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My body was locked in place, my wedding gown suddenly feeling like a shroud.“You are going back in there,” he said, each word clipped, “and you are going to marry Adrian.”A laugh scraped up my throat, raw and painful. “Are you insane? Did you not watch the same video as everyone else?”His jaw fl
THE CEO'S VENGEFUL BRIDE Chapter Two
Eleanor The ballroom smelled like roses and old money. Every table was draped in ivory silk, every chandelier dripping with crystals that caught the late afternoon sun. It should have been beautiful. It should have felt like a dream because this was my dream wedding. Instead, it felt like the stage for an execution.Mine or theirs. I hadn’t decided which one yet.I walked down the aisle on legs that didn’t belong to me. Every eye turned to watch, soft sighs echoing through the hush. My father stood at the altar, his expression pinched with the strain of pretending this marriage was more than a transaction. He nodded to me, the silent command clear: Be perfect. Be compliant. Be a good girl. Adrian waited beside him, impossibly handsome in his custom tuxedo. His dark hair was slicked back, his jaw freshly shaven. He looked exactly the way I’d once dreamed he would on our wedding day. For one fleeting, stupid heartbeat, my chest clenched with longing. Some fragile part of me still wan
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Eleanor I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the taste of betrayal. Bitter doesn’t cover it. Acidic comes close, but even that feels too delicate, too poetic, for what it does to your heart when it detonates in your chest.It started with the scent.A woman’s perfume, sweet, cloying jasmine floating through the crack of the master bedroom door. It didn’t belong to me. I wore vanilla and sandalwood, soft and subtle. But this...this was unmistakably Aurora’s. My sister. The sister I once swore I’d die for.My hand trembled against the polished brass handle. I told myself I was imagining it, that stress was making me paranoid. After all, it was my wedding day, and nerves could twist any innocent moment into something sinister.But my instincts were louder than any rationalization.I pressed my ear to the door. What I heard on the other side made my vision tunnel in on itself. A woman’s throaty moan, low and needy. A man’s rough, hungry voice whispering her name like a
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