Chapter 23
“Right now, I don’t plan to publicly announce my relationship with Victor, Eleanor stated calmly, her smile radiant and confident. “With Victor, I could certainly sour, but people would just see me as Victor’s spouse instead of model Eleanor. Three years ago, I could have been the top model at Shining Capital, and in three years, I still plan to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me through hard work.”
“Seraphina, if you’re still willing to assist me, we’ll rise and fall together. If not, I won’t pressure you. I can help you break free from Heavens Arts Entertainment and find you a better ageIO.”
“What are you talking about? Of course, I want to stay by your side as your go–to international supermodel agent,” Seraphina replied steadfastly. “Bat you need to stay with
Heavens Arts.”
“Is that what you think?” Eleanor shot her a look, letting Seraphina figure it out for herself. “Percival has taken advantage of me too many times; I have to… get it back.” At that. Seraphina broke out into laughter, collapsing onto Eleanor. She shook with mirth. “Eleanor, I just realized how little I actually knew you over the years, I had no idea you were so cunning. So, what’s our next move? Release the video?”
“Not quite. It’s more about reclaiming my endorsements, specifically taking back what belongs to me from Celeste. She’s sure to have a backlash from her fans, then we’ll use the video.”
“Okay then! You just have to give me a little extra work. I’ll clip the show from Crown Star Guild and post it online.”
“That’s a trivial task, absolutely fine.” Seraphina’s eyes sparkled at the thought. With a series of nods, she noticed Eleanor had changed; she was no longer the soft–spoken girl but a fierce woman who had become quite powerful.
After their meeting, Eleanor asked Lucius to take Seraphina home, and she stood up from the sofa, retreating to her fragrant bedroom. Victor had just changed out of his robe and was seated on the sofa, sipping red wine, his jawline accentuating his sculpted features, looking as flawless as a statue, making Eleanor’s heart race.
Feeling slightly anxious, Eleanor walked over and sat by him. While Victor continued to sip his wine, he suddenly draped his left arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss, his wine–soaked lips brushing against hers, allowing her to savor the richness of the wine.
Caught off guard, Eleanor’s cheeks flushed, and Victor chuckled lightly, kissing the tip of her nose. “You really need to work on your tolerance; you’ll get embarrassed at social gatherings otherwise,”
Eleanor pushed against Victor’s bare chest, leaning closer. “What about what Lord Mercer said?”
“Take it easy with a glass every day, sound good?”
“Like you just did?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows slightly, a challenge in her eyes.
Victor couldn’t help but chuckle and nodded. “I like that idea.”
“Great,” Eleanor replied, nodding back in agreement
“Alright then.” Victor picked up the wine glass again and leaned in for another kiss. But this time, they didn’t part after their sip; they lost themselves in a passionate embrace right on the sofa
Especially when Victor’s kisses began showering her neck and shoulders, Eleanor could only tremble with sensation, her mind slipping away. She had never felt anything like this before–a spark electrifying every nerve in her body. She felt as limp as a rag doll, only catching glimpses of Victor’s masculine features, his strong arms, and… “Victor… let’s go to the bedroom. I don’t want to… do this on the couch.”
At her pleading. Victor halted abruptly, his gaze fixated on her beautifully long legs, reminiscent of a mermaid’s tail, Overwhelmed with desire, he fought against it, wrapping her in his robe, striding towards the bathroom to lower her into the bathtub.
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently
