Chapter 5 - The Bitter Truth
I backed away from the painting, my hands trembling as I stared at Eleanor’s unmistakable face.
Alexander sighed heavily and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the crystal decanter on the bar.
He looked at the portrait with a mixture of profound sorrow and burning hatred.
He confessed that Eleanor was his former stepmother, the woman who had married his father for his corporate empire.
When his father mysteriously died ten years ago, Eleanor had manipulated the will and stolen the entire company from Alexander.
He had spent the last decade building his restaurant empire from nothing, patiently waiting for the perfect opportunity to destroy her.
He looked at me and admitted that he had recognized Greg the moment he walked into the basement office.
He wasn't just protecting me out of the goodness of his heart.
He was using my custody battle as the ultimate weapon to publicly ruin Eleanor’s pristine family reputation.
I felt a sudden rush of anger, realizing I had just traded one manipulator for another.
I grabbed my baby bag and told him I would rather take my chances on the streets than be a pawn in a billionaire’s revenge plot.
Alexander stepped in front of the elevator doors, blocking my only exit.
His eyes were entirely sincere as he swore he would never let anyone hurt me or my daughter.
Before I could argue, the penthouse security alarm began to blare with a deafening, high-pitched scream.
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The digital monitors on the wall flashed bright red, displaying a terrifying warning message.
Armed mercenaries had just bypassed the lobby security and were actively cutting the cables to the private elevator.
