Eleanor Leywin Novelas e Histórias

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

As we were in the middle of a scuffle between Philip and Jessica, a video started playing and I watched as Eleanor trembled. " Who captured this?"Eleanor asked. I saw that the video clip and picture had been displayed. What caught my attention was the same lady coming out to say she was the one. All this time she has been the one helping us out with the information of what was going on. If we had depended on ourselves alone, I am not sure we would have caught the culprit. That was the first time I heard her say her name " Eve Hunter" . The way the words left her lips made me want to capture her lips that moment.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Family members who disappointed her. But this felt different. "What are you planning?" I stood up, my legs unsteady. Eleanor turned back to me. Her pale blue eyes were bright with excitement. "Nothing too dramatic. Just a few... adjustments to Miss Vaughn's comfortable life." She walked to her desk and pulled out a thick file. The cover was marked with a single word. SERENA. "Did you know your ex-wife has been working with a very interesting research team?" Eleanor opened the file. "Dr. Adrian Cole. Dr. Sarah Chen. Both brilliant scientists. Both with families they care about very much."

I said curtly then turned to leave. But before I could shift in my stand, another voice cut in. “I have to agree with Richard, your speech was impressively convincing.” Eleanor said as she stepped forward, joining the conversation effortlessly. Her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced.I faced her, meeting her cool gaze. “Thanks so much, Eleanor. The vision speaks more volume, I guess.” Eleanor arched her brow. “Does it? Because I find vision often requires careful planning and guarding.” Eleanor, asides being a business mogul, was notorious for being a business strategist and a big rival to every growing or aspiring company or business owner.

More often than not, it’s calls like this—the stern, sharp-eyed Director dragging us for our failures. Eleanor Hart is a fifty-year-old Black woman with a blunt bob cut as severe as her stony face. She was a tactical legend before she moved into the executive suite, and her personal connection to my family—having served with my sister Gina—doesn't make her soft. If anything, it makes her more brutal.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

A command given. Layla forced a polite smile to the board members and walked out, the click of her heels on the polished floor the only sound in the silent, tense room. She didn't look back, but she felt him watching her until the door swung shut. In the hushed, opulent hallway, a woman was already waiting. Eleanor. Michael’s executive assistant was in her fifties, dressed in immaculate, severe grey. Her hair was a perfect silver bob, and her eyes held the calm, assessing look of someone who had survived decades in the Wade empire. She didn’t smile.