Eleanor Leywin Novels & Stories

Damian's POV Eleanor showed up at my office unannounced with her lawyer in tow. I'd been avoiding her for three days since she appeared in my apartment like a ghost made flesh, but apparently she was done giving me space. Thomas tried to intercept them in the lobby but Eleanor had a way of moving through obstacles like they didn't exist, and before I knew it she was walking into my office with a tall woman in an expensive suit following behind her. "We need to talk," Eleanor said without preamble. "This is Margaret Kale, one of the best criminal defense attorneys in Europe. She's agreed to help with Victoria's case."

Lewis’s jaw tightened as he realized how deeply Lucas had been implicated in certain matters, and anger coiled in his chest like a living thing. Eleanor’s pulse quickened with satisfaction. Each secret she uncovered, each shady maneuver exposed, delighted her. She had studied business rigorously, and now her knowledge gave her power...a weapon she intended to wield carefully. The thrill of seeing Mr. Hales’ pride crumble under scrutiny made her bite her lip. Time slipped by unnoticed, and they hadn’t stopped to eat lunch. Exhaustion and tension intertwined in the room, the heat between them building as their work continued.

Sophia said, instantly drawing Eleanor’s attention directly to her. Eleanor turned, looking at her with a puzzled expression. “Do I know you?” “Sophia Simone,” Sophia introduced herself, stretching out her hand for Eleanor to shake. However, Eleanor just stared at her hand with a cold expression. Sophia quickly retracted her hand, clearing her throat. “I am the Senior Consultant at King’s Construction.” “You work with Eric?” Eleanor asked, her eyes narrowing slightly before a look of sudden realization washed over her features. “Ah, you are the woman who was standing by Eric’s side during my father’s memorial celebration,” she said, humming softly at the thought.

Elowen can easily feel the freezing, icy chill radiating from the giant alpha beast beside her. If her mind had possessed even a single hint that Lyra was the world-famous designer behind LEO Corporation, her tongue would have never chosen this office for her wedding gear. But her voice had insisted on custom LEO threads in front of the whole pack last month, so her pride cannot back down from the contract now.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

Then he went back to what he was reading. “Because it is actually happening and it is driving me crazy!” Elisa half screamed. “Okay relax Elisa, calm down okay? And calmly tell me everything.” He sat up, dropped his magazine and focused at her with full attention. Elisa exhaled deeply. “This is crazy…” she muttered with a sigh. “Dad, you know my friend, Eleanor right?” Her Dad squinted in confusion, “Eleanor? If I am correct, the human girl that left the city to oversees?”

She was trying to make herself as busy as possible in an attempt to thwart Edward's monitoring. Her old classmate had sent her a detailed report about Levin Enterprise and the biography of Edward Levin that not many people knew through messages. It shed some light on the date of establishment, the development history, and the main industry Levin Enterprise was involved in. To Vivian’s surprise, Edward Levin did indeed exist. He was born in Golden South City and had a complete growth trajectory. It was only now that she understood why Officer Konstantine had said with such certainty that Edward Levin was not Sean Jackson.

So Elijah sat in the back and watched. Eleanor was the first to arrive after Alexander—a woman in her late sixties with silver hair and the particular bearing of someone who had spent decades in nonprofit governance and had developed, as a result, the ability to sit through almost anything without visibly suffering. She nodded at Elijah with the brief curiosity of someone who assumed he was a student or an intern or someone else who didn't matter to the business at hand, and took her seat at the table.

Eleanor adjusted the collar of Lydia’s crimson blazer carefully. “I’ve seen every woman who tried to climb this mountain,” she murmured. “The heiresses. The models. The socialites. Predators dressed as wives.” Her lips curved slowly. “Only you survived the climb.” Lydia’s pulse stuttered. “Only you,” Eleanor finished, “are worthy of becoming Mrs. Wolfe.” The room fell silent. Even Adrian looked momentarily stunned. Then Eleanor smiled sharply. “Now,” she said, “let’s show the Clarkes what happens when they wake the entire pack.”