All Chapters of THE CEO'S VENGEFUL BRIDE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Eleanor. The rent’s townhouse was brighter and even bigger than I had expected. Somehow, I had expected his taste to be dark and sinister, but instead it was an extremely tasteful palette of cream and brown with subtle silver accents. No doubt the creation of some talented interior designer.There was no one to welcome me at the door and certainly no Brent to explain to me what I was supposed to do in a house of this magnitude. With little interest in sightseeing, I headed up the stairs, nearly breaking my neck in the process as my foot caught on the runner carpet. I managed to catch the banister, and gave myself a good talking to before I wentup the marble grand staircase.“You won’t get rid of me that easily, Brent Lucan,” I muttered as I reached the top step. I was faced with lots of doors. Undaunted, I boldly opened them all. Behind them, were lavishly decorated bedrooms that I supposed he expected me to just choose from while I held my peace till the next morning. I however, ha

Eleanor. I awoke the exact same way we had fallen asleep with Brent’s hand around my waist. I looked down and the duvet was tangled around his hips.I didn’t want to move, but it hurt a little as he had been there I was certain all night, I looked up at his full head of hair andmoved my hand to touch it.I couldn’t believe that I’d been this intimate with someone.My chest was bared with his impossibly warm, strong body glued to mine, but it was incredible how comfortable I felt. Ilooked out of the massive sliding windows at the view of the lustrous back garden beyond. It was snowing. Thank God, Isent my mom a text last night to tell her I wouldn’t be coming home. I knew she would automatically assume I was going to spend the night with Maddie or Ella.He stirred then and my heart seized, as I waited for him to come awake.He lifted his head from the pillow and looked at me.My mouth felt dry with nervousness. Would he be the same as he was yesterday or would he be cold and arroga

Eleanor.“Brent killed your father,” he stated flatly.My legs collapsed under me and I fell back heavily into the chair.His voice quieted down as he went on. “I’m sure you know of the investment company that was the reason behind your father’s downfall. After the software malfunctioned and they lost their investment, they painted your father as the thief who stole someone else’s work. They stripped him of everything. Judi Mirren’s company is called Gray Stallions Capital, and they were the ones that created and fueled theentire case. And at the helm of it all was Brent.”Silence.I lowered my gaze and when I saw that my hands were trembling I hid them from sight. “Is this a joke?” I somehow found my voice.“It is not,” he answered,“and I have all the proof you need.”I shut my eyes as my vision clouded up with tears. “Why are you telling me this?”He was straight to the point. “Because I owe you for saving me all those years ago.”My head snapped to him then and I didn’t care that

Eleanor. Last year was the only year we had not gone out to celebrate Ella’s birthday. The tradition had been abandoned in light of my family’s tragedy.When we were younger, it had involved the three of us sneaking out to cheap and discounted pub crawls, but this time around, I intended to sink some of my money on my two best friends. They had been with me through thick and thin and this would be one of the best ways of saying thank you. I decided I would take them to Black Fire. I didn’t usually like going there, the drinks were expensive, and it was usually filled with cocaine snorting Middle eastern playboys, but Ella loved it there, so that was where we weregoing.We went out shopping courtesy of me, then we got ready in Maddie’s place and I hired a limo to take us to Soho. Wedrank champagne while they blew me kisses and threw comments about having their millionaire friend back. It was a members only club and since my father used to be a big spender there, Dom Perignon all nig

Eleanor. I returned home in the early hours of the morning to see my mother asleep at the dining table, her face resting on her arm, her reading glasses pushed into her cheek. Spread on the small glass table were sheets of papers. I went over toher and as gently as I could, removed her glasses.She jumped awake. “Oh, Eleanor ,” she whispered, looking up at me with a slightly disorientated expression.I took in her sunken eyes, the red mark left by her glasses on her cheek and her scrunched up messy hair, then I pulled outthe chair beside her and sat down. “What’s wrong, Mom?”“Nothing is wrong. I just fell asleep. I must have been tired.Did you have a good time tonight?” She patted her hair and began to gather the papers.“I’m not a child anymore. Tell me.”“I know you’re not a child, Eleanor .”“Then what is it? You don’t want me to be worried?”“Well”“You can’t shoulder all of this alone.”“I won’t,” she said. “Not anymore. I’m going to see your aunt Bethany and ask her to lend