Semua Bab THE CEO'S VENGEFUL BRIDE : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Eleanor. Five hours later, I was going mad with frustration as I sat in the customer service section of Barclays Bank pondering on what to do next. Over the last one and a. Half an hour passed between departments in a bid to figure out why the hell my account had suddenly been frozen. Until now, no clear explanation had been given to me except some vague statements about investigations, standard procedures at sudden and unexpected transactions, and suspicions of those monies being linked to money laundering activities.I had tried my best to avoid any involvement with Brent, I eventually had to pick up the phone to dial his number. Ilistened to it ring and prayed with all of my heart that he would respond.He did.“Brent,” I said, swallowing my anxiety, “Barclays says that your bank will have to send a swift message confirming that the money you deposited is legal. Please contact them to get this sorted out.”“Okay,” he said calmly, and ended the call.A few minutes later, his call

Eleanor. “I didn’t kill your father,” he continued. “And if that’s what’s holding you back, and if it was indeed Liam who put such a crazy idea into your head, then you can go back and tell him that I'm especially angry now. His death was meant to be slow, but now, tell him to expect the worst in a few weeks. Let that drive him crazy just as you’re doing to me right now.”“Brent!” I gasped, shocked out of my mind. “You can’t say things like that.”“Why the fuck not?” he asked, his brows furrowing into a deep frown as he slipped his hands into his pocket. “Do you think I’m joking? Liam knows me. He knows I mean every word I say. You don’t have to believe me, but he will.”“Are you stupid? Do you want to fucking throw your life away? If anything happened to him, you’re going to be ruined.”His smile was mocking. “You would have to prove that I was responsible first.”I felt my belly clench with fear for him. What was this feud between them? Whatever it was, Liam was not worth it. “I’ll

EleanorA few minutes later, I was in front of the hedge of our small apartment with my phone to my ear.“Where are you?” I asked.“Just a bit further down. Oh, I see you. I’m in the white Mercedes.”She flashed her headlights at me and I knew where to go. I disconnected our call and soon, I was sitting beside JudiMirren in an overheated car.When she greeted me, I smiled but couldn’t meet her eyes. There was something too disturbingly unreal about the moment for me to accept. I didn’t know where to look so I just stared straight ahead.“I’ve heard a lot about you, Eleanor ,” she began.Her voice, There was something about it. Breathless, calculated, intended to manipulate. I had never seen her inreal life before, or known her beyond her status as an actress, and of course, Brent Lucan’s rumored girlfriend. I summoned up the courage and turned to look into her ocean blue eyes. They were mesmerizing. She was eight years older than me, and supremely confident. I didn’t understand why

Eleanor. His office building was a sleek spire of magnificent glass and steel in Bishopsgate. Office workers clad in crisp suits and austere heels clicked their way across the granite flooring to their destinations.I walked through the glass and chrome rotating doors of the building. I headed across the expansive lobby to thereception desk manned by three receptionists, two females, and one tall male and quickly demanded to see Brent Lucan.No, I didn’t have an appointment. One of the females, her picture perfect smile not altering in the slightest, asked my name, made a call to inform someone, then, stepped away from the desk and asked me to go with her.I followed her as she clicked her way across the polished floor. She took me to a private elevator by a small bohemianfountain and tapped a key card to gain access. The glass barricades slid away and the elevator car dinged open. Shegestured for me to enter and the door slid shut as she took her leave.Then I was on my way to th

Eleanor. Despite the cold, I was excited as I sighted the magnificent cobalt blue and silver vessel, waiting gracefully by the dock. “Wow, that’s a ship!” I gasped.“It’s not. I hear it can only accommodate sixteen people,”Michael said, pulling the car door open for me, leading the way towards the waiting yacht.We took our shoes off and boarded the vessel. We were met with attendants who after taking my parka, offered a selection of little delicacies adorned with caviar,strawberries, nectarine, basil and tomato. They looked delicious, but after stuffing the two in quick succession into my mouth, I forewent the glass of champagne offered, and asked for water.My eyes caught the piano by the corner, the exquisitely patterned carpet and of course, the glass staircase that I guessed led up to the deck. “When will Brent be here?” I asked Michael.“He has some business to finish off at the office, but he should be on the way in no time. Please call for the staff if you need anything mor