Chapter 13
Eleanor, the international supermodel, hadn’t been thinking far ahead; she just wanted to focus on the here and now… to make Percival and Celeste pay for their betrayals. At noon, just before a meeting at Heavens Arts, Percival, who hadn’t joined her for a meal in ages, unexpectedly took her to the stylish downstairs bistro, booking a table for a delightful candlelit lunch. As she gazed at the romantic scene of red roses and flickering candles, Eleanor maintained a composed demeanor, settling into her seat with Percival’s assistance.
“I ordered your favorite sirloin steak “he began
Eleanor paused, a sarprise flickering through her. After nearly five years together, Percival had forgotten her favorite dish.
“What? You don’t like it?” he inquired, his brow furrowing
Just as she opened her mouth, a tall chef clad in crisp white entered with a tray and addressed Eleanor directly. “Miss Eleanor, today we have your favorite filet mignon. On behalf of DeFi Bistro, congratulations on your recent wedding…“
Percival’s expression shifted to one of discomfort, but he could only awkwardly swap her plate for a different one. “Did your taste change?” he asked.
Thank you, but we haven’t tied the knot yet,” Eleanor replied, brushing aside Percival and turning to the chef with a smile. “But you’re very considerate; just one mention. and you remember.”
The chef politely retreated, and Eleanor redirected her gaze back to Percival.
“I’ll definitely remember… what my wife loves to eat next time,” he said, as if convinced that was the case.
“Let’s eat; we still have to finalize the script later.” Eleanor thought with a cold langh, hiding it behind a mask of nonchalance. It was in this quiet moment that she received a text from Victor, saved under the name 0819.
The significance of “0819” wasn’t lost on her–it was the date of their wedding yesterday.
“The steak was delivered at my request. The chef’s words were to celebrate our wedding.”
She couldn’t help but chuckle softly as she typed back under the table, “How did you know where I was?”
“If I want to know, I can find out,” Victor replied coolly.
not seeing him, she could feel his presence–like that of an emperor,
Eleanor scanned the room trying to spot him, baffled yet touched by his attentiveness. Despite not Impossible to ignore, impossible to refuse
“Eleanor, what are you looking at?” Percival interrupted, his chestnut eyes fill with curiosity.
“Nothing…” she shook her head, returning her focus to the conversation. “When are we going to register our marriage?”
“Once this situation settles down. You know how Celeste is up for the Annual Top Ten Models; this is her moment to rise. Fortunately, I have you. Otherwise… Celeste might be ruined this time.” He filled her glass with red wine and raised it in a toast.
“I’ll make sure you pay me back double,” she replied sweetly, her dimples enhancing her beauty.
But Percival remained oblivious, ensnared by the seductive whispers of Celeste over the years. He was too distracted to notice the underlying meanings in Eleanor’s words. “You’ve suffered, Eleanor…”
She understood this sweet acknowledgment was likely the only kindness she would get before being thrown under the bus. It dripped with poison
“Also, after the press conference, connect with your agent, Seraphina. It seems the only way to deal with someone like her is through legal channels.” “Sure,” Eleance smiled, refreshing as a spring breeze.
Yet the thought of confronting Seraphina felt like an insurmountable challenge.
By 2:30 PM, the lobby of Heavens Arts was buzzing with fashion media personnel eager to hear about Eleanor’s public statement. The story of a former top model who had gone MLA and then resurfaced to sign with Heavens Arts, not to mention stepping in for Celeste on the catwalk, piqued their interest. After her sudden disappearance, Eleanor had kept her actions under wraps, making it challenging for the tabloid presses to dig up dirt.
Married to revenge
