Eleanor’s actions weren’t just about reclaiming her fortune—they were driven by revenge, fueled by years of pain and anger. After returning the letter to its hiding place, Mark made a decision.
He couldn’t allow Eleanor to use him as a tool for her vengeance.
That night, Mark began planning possible escape routes from the estate, but Eleanor’s sharp instincts caught his unease. The next morning, she found him in the dining room, her icy presence breaking the silence.
“Eleanor, you’ve been busy, haven’t you?”
Mark froze, his spoon halfway to his mouth.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Eleanor smiled coldly. “Don’t play games with me, Mark. If you think you can outsmart me, you’re sorely mistaken. I’ve dealt with opponents far more cunning than you.”
Mark swallowed hard, struggling to keep his voice steady. “I don’t know what you’re accusing me of, but I’m not doing anything wrong.”
Eleanor stepped closer, lowering her voice to a poisonous whisper. “If you betray me, you’ll wish you hadn’t. Remember that.”
She straightened and left the room, leaving Mark to grapple with the growing realization that escaping might be more dangerous than staying. But staying meant surrendering his life to Eleanor’s twisted plans—something he refused to accept.
Overwhelmed, Mark wandered through the library, the weight of his discovery pressing down on him. The private investigator he had discreetly hired had just left, confirming the devastating truth. Eleanor’s late husband, Harold Brooks, had been swindled by Mark’s father in a fraudulent real estate deal that stripped the Brooks family of their fortune.
Harold’s death from a heart attack shortly afterward was the final blow, leaving Eleanor bitter and determined to seek revenge. Her proposal to marry Mark had been more than settling a score—it was a way to make his family suffer, even from beyond the grave.
Mark clenched his fists, anger flooding through him. How could she blame him for his father’s sins? Yet as much as he resented Eleanor’s actions, he couldn’t deny the pain that had driven her.
That night, Mark secretly met with his law school friend, Peter. With Peter’s help, he compiled the evidence he had gathered from Eleanor’s office along with the investigator’s findings. Among the documents, they uncovered Eleanor’s involvement in dealings that skirted illegality—shady partnerships and falsified reports designed to rebuild her empire at any cost.
“Mark,” Peter warned, “this is enough to take her down, but you have to be careful. If she realizes you’re onto her, who knows what she’ll do.”
Mark nodded grimly. “She’s already caused enough harm. It’s time to end this.”
The next morning, Mark waited in the grand living room, the evidence secured in his bag. When Eleanor finally entered, her cold composure intact, he stood to face her.
“Eleanor, we need to talk.”
She raised an eyebrow sharply. “Do we? What could possibly be so urgent?”
Mark’s voice was steady as he pulled out the documents. “I know everything—about my father, about Harold, about what you’ve been doing to rebuild your fortune.”
For the first time, Eleanor’s outward calm wavered. Her eyes dropped to the papers in Mark’s hands.
“You’ve been snooping again, haven’t you?” she said. “Do you even understand what your father did to my family?”
Mark stepped forward, his voice rising. “I understand that he hurt you. But what about the people you’ve hurt along the way? What about me? I did nothing to deserve this.”
Eleanor clenched her teeth. “My family deserved to lose everything. My husband deserved to die from stress and heartbreak while your father lived comfortably. Don’t lecture me about justice, Mark.”
Mark’s hands trembled as he held the evidence. “Revenge won’t bring him back, Eleanor. It won’t undo what happened. You’ve spent your life consumed by this—hurting innocent people, ruining lives. When does it end?”
Eleanor’s shoulders sagged slightly, and for a moment Mark thought he saw something like regret in her eyes.
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