Startled, she quickly wiped away the remnants of her tears, determined to hide any trace of vulnerability. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself and approached her husband."I apologize for the delay," Elena responded, her voice steady despite the emotions that swirled within her. "I just needed a moment to gather myself. I am feeling a little uncomfortable. I want to go back first.""What?" Damon was upset by her comment. "I told you the reason we are here. Tonight is a big event! I have yet to meet the rest of the important clients. You are not allowed to leave!"Elena's heart sank, a mix of disappointment and frustration welling up within her. She had hoped for understanding, for a shred of empathy from her husband. But it seemed that his own ambitions overshadowed any concern for her well-being.Elena RoseFord shifted uncomfortably. She really did not want to stay even a minute longer. Elena mustered her courage. She muttered under her breath. "I understand the significance
Elena RoseFord pursed her lips and did not say anything. She was still thinking about the way Aaron Granger looked her just now.His gaze was so piercing that it sent shivers down her whole body. 'What does he want?''Why did he ask her to go his office?' She could not figure out what he was thinking. "I am asking you a question, did you hear me?" Damon Donovan grabbed Elena's collar.When he saw the hickeys on Elena's neck, he could feel his blood boil."Well well, Elena RoseFord, it seems that I had underestimated you. Why did you take so long at the bathroom earlier? You are still my woman, and yet you still dare to cheat in front of me? I ought to teach you a lesson today!"Elena sneered, "Your woman? Aren't the women of the Donovan family just objects to be exchanged for favors? Or are they solely used to attract people's attention?""You..." Damon clenched his teeth. "You are really asking for it..."He raised his hand high and in a quick motion it almost hit Elena's face. El
Clint took the lead, striding purposefully ahead of Elena, guiding her through the corridor with a confident air. As they approached the entrance to an office, he halted and turned towards her, his gaze filled with a blend of respect and professionalism. "Miss RoseFord, please go on ahead," Clint said, his voice carrying a hint of formality.Elena's eyes met his, acknowledging his gesture of deference. She appreciated Clint's understanding of the protocol and his recognition of her status as a valued guest. With a nod of gratitude, she stepped forward.Taking a deep breath, Elena pushed open the door, entering the office with a poised grace. The space exuded an air of authority, its decor reflecting the high standards and professionalism expected within. As she crossed the threshold, she felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that the meeting ahead would present both challenges.As she stepped inside, the air crackled with tension, charged with anticipation. Her eyes immediately locke
"You!" Elena's face turned red. "That night was just an accident! Mr. Granger, if you do not have any plans to discuss about the proposal, then I do not think we have anything else to say to each other.""Fine" Aaron stared lazily at the upset woman in front of him. "If you reject me today, I believe there will be repercussions waiting for you at the Donovan Family yes?""That's none of your business!" She stamped her foot, a surge of irritation and deep offense erupting within her like a volcano ready to explode. The walls of the room seemed to close in around her, unable to contain the intensity of her simmering anger. With a mixture of frustration and indignation burning in her chest, Elena spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, her steps resonating with fierce determination.As she stalked away, words tumbled in her mind like thunderous echoes, each one dripping with a venomous edge as she struggled to contain the seething tempest within her."Asshole," she muttered throug
She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped animal. "Damon, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she backed away from him. But Damon was relentless, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire.Before Elena could react, he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the room like a death knell. She watched in horror as he turned the key in the lock, sealing them both inside. Panic clawed at her throat, threatening to suffocate her as she realized the full extent of her predicament.Did this son of a bitch just lock me up?Elena felt like a trapped animal. Meanwhile, outside, Damon walked away from the door. He found his mother in the same spot, at the top of the stairs."Elena suggested divorce," he murmured."As if she has many options besides staying with us," Laura rolled her eyes.Damon passed by her, heading towards his own room.Why would Elena want to separate from me?What does Aaron Granger have to do with this?
Laura's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good choice," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let's not keep Mr. Granger waiting."Laura stormed out, leaving Elena to change. However, Elena had other plans. Ignoring Laura's expectations, she slipped into the sexiest pajamas she owned, a sleek satin number that clung to her curves like a second skin.Descending the mansion's grand staircase, Elena encountered her mother-in-law at the bottom step. Laura's eyes bulged in disbelief at the sight of Elena's attire."What the hell is this?" Laura's voice crackled with fury. "A respectable woman wouldn't even consider wearing such trash!""What?" Elena retorted, her innocence a thin veil over her defiance. "It's just pajamas.""Get upstairs this instant and change out of that disgraceful excuse for clothing!" Laura's grip tightened on Elena's arm, her words dripping with venom. "You shameless slut!"Elena's heart raced as she struggled against Laura's vice-like grip,
The next morningGranger parked the Tesla in front of the House of God. At least, that's what they said. The place where the corrupt politician would kneel and beg for forgiveness for leaving half a million people below the poverty line. He buttoned up his jacket and walked into the church unhurriedly, observing the building, three times larger than the last time he saw it. The building was old, but not aged. The colors, the Renaissance style, the shapes. Everything made it seem like the church had never undergone renovation, but the truth was that less than a million dollars would barely be enough to erect the pillars. He looked up at the cloudy sky, feeling the weather instability in the big cities and making him miss an isolated island in southern Europe. Upon entering the sacred temple, he looked around out of habit. It was empty, as it was still late on a Monday. The dinner at the Donovan's house, the previous night, aroused Aaron's desire to confess. After all, coveting thy
"My intuition was screaming warnings to stay away, but you know when sin is so magnetic that it pulls you close?" she asked."Yes.""Father, I don't want to give in to him again. I can't... I... I have too much to lose.""Why did you come to confess?" he asked."I have sinned against my husband and against God. I swore to be faithful and I wasn't. And if I have the opportunity to sin again..." She didn't need to continue.He didn't want her to recognize him. Being Father Bee and hearing her confession intrigued him. Aaron wanted to hear more. He could read all her reactions that night, but hearing from her own lips was different. It was exciting."I'm an adult, I shouldn't be trapped in my husband's world. But I have no way out. That family suffocates me and forces me to be someone I despise. In fact, we're only in church today because my mother-in-law dragged me here.," Elena sighed, "Father?" she called."Yes, daughter.""I'd trade everything for an exciting free life."He settled m