All Chapters of CEO, Take Your Filthy Money and Get Out: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eleanor returned from the hospital, pushed open the front door, changed her shoes, and walked into the living room.Regina was in a silk robe with a glass of red wine, lounging in what had always been Eleanor's seat. When she saw Eleanor come in, she smiled."And here I thought you had some backbone. Weren't you making big speeches about leaving? How are you back so fast? Decided you'd rather have the comfortable life of a rich Grayson wife after all?" Regina swirled the glass, her voice thick with contempt. " turned the glass slowly in her fingers. "Eleanor, crying and throwing tantrums is the only way you know how to get Asher's attention. Doesn't it disgust you, tying him to you with tricks like that?"Eleanor was too tired to give her a single word back. She walked straight past her without a glance and went to the practice room at the end of the ground floor hallway.At the door of the practice room, Eleanor stopped dead.The room had always been immaculate, and now it was wrecked

But the seconds went by, and Asher said nothing at all.The last flicker of hope in Eleanor went out. She closed her eyes.She had suspected for a long time that Asher had never really let Regina go, and she had understood for a long time that he treated this marriage as a transaction. Even so, hearing him answer with silence sent a sharp, fine pain straight through her heart.He was letting all of it stand. That he had married her because he needed a well-behaved ornament. That one day he would choose to divorce her and hand Regina back the place that had been hers.Eleanor turned around, dragged herself back to the master bedroom, and locked the door. She leaned against it and shut every sound from the living room out.But down in the living room on the other side of that door, after a brief silence, Asher raised his head and looked coldly straight at Regina."Regina, drop the fishing." His voice was cold and certain, without a trace of hesitation. "Eleanor and I are never getting di

Two in the afternoon, at a private home on the edge of the city.Eleanor sat on the piano bench, patiently correcting a student's chords. Her phone, lying beside the music, began to buzz hard. The screen showed the number for the nurses' station at San Francisco Central Hospital.Eleanor answered, and the nurse's voice came through fast. "Is this Mrs. Grayson? Your daughter Emma has ingested a severe allergen. She's gone into an acute asthma attack and severe shock, and she is in the emergency room now! We need family here immediately!"Eleanor's mind went blank. Emma had spent this whole stretch of time saying vicious things to her and taking Regina's side in slandering her, and Emma was still the child she had carried in her own arms and looked after for eight solid years. That pull, and a mother's instinct, tore through every rational thought she had."I'm on my way." Eleanor ended the lesson with a hurried apology, grabbed her bag, and ran out before she had even gathered all of he

Eleanor's heart missed a beat.She knew Asher as the ruthless, decisive founder and CEO of Grayson Technology. She had never known he could play the piano.The music room fell silent.Edward was the first to laugh, breaking the tension. "I haven't heard a duet that perfect in years. Eleanor, you're even more accomplished than I expected."Asher lifted his long fingers from the keys and studied Eleanor's pale, delicate profile.She never told me she could play like this, Asher thought. For eight years he had taken her lessons for a hobby, something she did to fill the hours while he worked, and he had never once sat down and listened to her properly. "That was beautiful," he said quietly.Eleanor looked up at him. There was admiration in his eyes, and surprise, and he made no attempt to hide either. Something bitter turned over in her, and she had nowhere to put it. She said nothing at all.In eight years of marriage it was the first time Asher had ever praised her playing. The piano wa

Eleanor stood outside the glass doors of Grayson Technology's headquarters as the cold San Francisco wind cut through her. Her heart sank.In eight years she had barely set foot in this building. She had never needed to. And now the men at the desk were telling her, without a flicker of doubt, that Mr. Grayson's wife was already upstairs. So that was what this whole company assumed. The cold went straight through her coat and settled somewhere under her ribs.Ignoring the guards' mocking stares, she took out her phone and called Asher's private number with trembling fingers.It rang for a long time before he answered."Asher, what are you doing?" Eleanor's voice was perfectly calm.In the CEO's office, Asher sat behind his broad desk while Regina flipped through an art magazine on the leather sofa across from him.Asher glanced at Regina. Afraid Eleanor would misunderstand, he lowered his voice. "I was in a meeting. Did you need something?""There's something I need to talk to you abou