High above the chaotic, flashing lights of the financial district, the sprawling, gilded drawing room of the Kensington estate was completely, terrifyingly silent.Eleanor Kensington sat perfectly still on a massive, antique velvet sofa. She held a crystal flute of imported champagne in her manicured hand, her cold, calculating green eyes locked onto the eighty inch flat screen mounted above the marble fireplace.The live news broadcast was playing on a continuous loop."...officially be my wife. Anyone who bets against her, bets against me. And I do not lose."Eleanor watched the feral, utterly untouchable American billionaire slide a ten carat diamond onto the finger of the pale, dark haired woman. The champagne flute in Eleanor's hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a deeply rooted, aristocratic rage."Turn it off," Eleanor commanded, her voice sharp and brittle like shattering glass.A uniformed servant immediately muted the television.Eleanor stood up, her custom Chan
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