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she pointed to a stylized name: Catherine's Daughters Foundation “—was registered two months ago in Eleanor’s name.” Nathan’s brow furrowed. “That’s impossible. Eleanor’s accounts were locked when we exposed the Vestra fraud.” “Unless someone is resurrecting her legacy. Using her name. Her reach.” Nathan exhaled, realization dawning. “Her loyalists.” Anita’s eyes narrowed. “The ones Vale mentioned before he was taken. The ones Eleanor trained behind closed doors.” Nathan pulled up an old board list. Not the public one. The real one. The list of silent partners Eleanor had once cultivated—mostly women, all polished, educated, powerful. The kind who wore cruelty like perfume.

"You said you wanted us to be more than just sex partners." "Look, Axel, I know you must be thinking that I have fallen in love with you, but I can assure you that I haven’t." She let out a sigh and continued. "I know we are just sex partners, but how would people think of me?" She blew out a sharp breath. "When I came back yesterday, Eleanor told me that she was happy that you finally found love, and I told her that our relationship wasn’t like that. Guess what? She nudged me and told me that we both knew that I was not just your assistant.” She blew out a sharp breath and swallowed against her dry throat. "Axel, I couldn’t tell her that we were just sex partners."