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Chapter 351
Elliot would have to pay a huge sum of money if Anastasia insisted on covering up the story, and she
simply didn’t think it was necessary to go to such lengths.
As such, she took it in stride and said, “Forget it. I’ll just let it be.” She was only thankful that the
paparazzi had taken a nice shot of her, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed with
their skills.
“You’re really going to let this go?” Elliot murmured as his arms snaked around her waist from behind.
A delighted smile curled on his lips as he went on to ask, “Does this mean you’ve officially
acknowledged our rtionship?”
Anastasia blushed in embarrassment. If she were to deny their rtionship now, the public was
probably going to call her a subus who toyed with men’s feelings. With her back to him, she
muttered softly, “Fine, I guess we can try dating for a while and see where it’ll lead us.”
“I won’t let you down,” he promised in a maic voice as he bent down slightly to kiss the top of her
head. “I’ll be sure to satisfy you in every imaginable way.”
She was at a loss for words when she heard this. I think it’s a little early for the kind of satisfaction
you’re talking about, Elliot, she wanted to say. She didn’t think she would be ready to take things to the
next level so soon.
Suddenly, she found herself thinking about Hayley and wondered whether the girl would go ballistic
with rage after seeing the news.
However, Anastasia couldn’t care less about how Hayley might feel, much like how Hayley had not
cared about whether she lived or died all those years ago.
“Have you been in contact with Hayley recently?” Anastasia asked, looking up at Elliot curiously.
He answered gravely, “Thest time we spoke, she told me that she was going abroad on holiday for
three months, but we didn’t speak after that. From now on, my assistant will be the one dealing with her
instead and I won’t see her anymore.”
Anastasia could feel that he was getting ufortable talking about Hayley, so she nodded and let the
matter drop. “Let’s go for breakfast before we head back,” she suggested brightly.
“Okay,” he replied happily and held her in his arms for a while, and it wasn’t until she felt the dangerous
tension that was growing between them that she shoved him aside abashedly.
After breakfast, they wereing out of the basement parking lot when a cold breeze suddenly picked
up. Anastasia shivered, but the next second, she was pulled into Elliot’s warm embrace. He carefully
bundled her up in his suit jacket and led her to the car.
Even though they were a mere dozen or so steps away from the vehicle, she still found his gesture
heartwarming. As it turned out, a man who was truly in love with a woman would pay attention to all the
little details, and she could definitely feel how much he loved her and wanted to take care of her.
It was hard to tell just how much of the poption had their hearts broken by the news of Anastasia
and Elliot’s rtionship.
Over in the Tillman Constructions’ finance department, Alex heard the news after his subordinates
burst into an uproar over it. When he fished out his phone and searched for the news, he was
immediately greeted by the picture of Anastasia and Elliot locked in a passionate kiss at the cafe, and
he felt his heart twist with bitter jealousy.
His chest tightened at the sight of the woman he loved wrapped in another man’s arms. He knew that
he no longer stood a chance with Anastasia, and now, all the feelings he had for her died, bing a
secret she would never know.
However, his feelings for her weren’t the only things that were extinguished right then. The ambition
that had driven him all this while was gone too. He wanted to use Anastasia as his stepping stone to
take over Tillman Constructions, but it seemed impossible right now.
That said, it didn’t mean he was willing to ept fate’s arrangements. All the hard work he had done
for Francis in thest few years was in vain, and the shortcut he could have taken to achieve further
sess was cut off.
No, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, he thought grimly. He couldn’t just let his dreams go down the
drain without putting up a fight. He had not toiled in Tillman Constructions all these years just so he
could give up now, not when he deserved more than what he was getting now.
As frustration and agony seized him, he clutched his head and felt a fiery rage course through him.
With a violent swipe of his arm, he knocked the piles of documents off his desk and onto the floor.
No one knew how much he had lost. He was losing out on an entire future that he had nned for
himself. The fact that he couldn’t be together with Anastasia did not torture him as much as losing the
chance to own Tillman Constructions.
Yet, a man like Elliot who was far above him had gotten everything he ever wanted. He couldn’t even
begin topete with Elliot, much less be considered on par with him.
Just as Alex thought he mightbust with rage, an irritating silhouette drifted into his peripheral
vision.
It was Erica, Francis’ other daughter. She wasn’t as beautiful as Anastasia, and she was spoiled
beyond reason. However, she had the same birthright to thepany as Anastasia did, which meant
she had an equal chance of seeding Tillman Constructions.
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A malicious and devious look shed in Alex’s eyes at the thought of this. That’s right, I still have a
chance of owning Tillman Constructions, and that chance lies in Erica! He recalled how Erica had tried
to get close to him thest time; he was clever in his own right, and he figured that Naomi had pinned
her interests in thepany on him. Is that why she got her daughter to seduce me?
In that case, he decided that there was no harm in coborating with Naomi, seeing as they both had
interests in Tillman Constructions that they could not afford to part with.
He nced at the picture once more, and when he saw how happily in love Anastasia looked while she
was kissing Elliot, he felt as if someone had stabbed his heart with a dagger. He wanted to hold
Anastasia in his arms as well and im her as his own, even if it was only for a fleeting night.
If he had the chance to fulfill his desires like that, he would be sure to seize it.
At that moment, his mind was filled with all the lewd things he wanted to do to Anastasia. She was the
woman of his dreams, and she was the only one he ever wanted.
Meanwhile, over at Bourgeois, jealousy, and resentment lingered in the air in the office following the
news of Anastasia and Elliot’s rtionship. Needless to say, a lot of hearts were broken that day.
Aliona, in particr, did not show up for work, and Alice spent the better part of the morning taking her
anger out on her assistants and employees. She was furious. She had plotted to her wits’ end to have
Anastasia kicked out of Bourgeois, but as things were, it wouldn’t make a difference whether she left or
not, for she would eventually marry the president of thepany. In fact, she would be marrying the
president of the business empire that was Presgrave Corporation.
Anastasia’s status had elevated beyond anything Alice could ever hope to achieve in this lifetime.
While she had been toiling away to get promoted in Bourgeois, Anastasia had already taken one huge
step forward by seducing and snagging Elliot, thus emerging the victor in this ongoing rivalry.
While this was happening, Aliona was huddled up in her apartment. She had been shell-shocked ever
since she read the news this morning, and she had a feeling that Anastasia had seduced Elliot on
purpose at the cafe so that she could set this whole love affair in motion, thereby gaining publicity.
To some extent, Aliona believed this was Anastasia’s way of telling others of her capabilities. She’s
trying to rile me up, she concluded with gritted teeth. The task that Riley had entrusted her with was
now rendered hopeless.
However, she couldn’t give up so easily. Her entire life revolved around her ns of marrying Elliot so
that she could take over Presgrave Corporation and present it to her father. This was the best, if not the
only way she could ever repay all that Riley had done for her. If she couldn’t manage this, then she
would have failed him as a daughter.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of her phone ringing. She nced at the caller ID
before she picked up the call and greeted in a defeated voice, “Father.”
“I just saw the news about Elliot and Anastasia. Who would’ve thought that they would go public with
their rtionship?” Riley scoffed icily on the other line as a snide edge crept into his tone.
“I’m sorry for not aplishing the task you entrusted me with, Father. My ipetence has let you
down, and I have been a waste of your time and energy,” Aliona said, wrapping an arm around herself
as if she would fall apart if she didn’t.
“Aliona, don’t say that. We still have a long journey ahead of us, so pull yourself together! Who’s to say
that Anastasia would live long enough to walk down the aisle and marry Elliot, right?”
Upon hearing this, Aliona brightened up instantly as she asked, “Father, what are your ns?”
“If she’s going to be just as much of a nuisance as herte mother, I’ll just have to dispose of her the
same way. I can make her disappear.”
“You n on eradicating her, Father?” Aliona was excited. With Riley getting involved in this, she might
still stand a chance to aplish the task. More importantly, she was excited that she could get close
to Elliot. She secretly found him maic and electrifying; she lusted over him and wanted him for
herself.
“That’s right,” Riley affirmed. Then, he added encouragingly, “I’m nning something right now, and I’ll
let you know when the timees. However, you must pull yourself together and don’t ever falter, got
it? You still have to take down Elliot.”
“Yes, Father. Once you get rid of Anastasia, I’ll be able to take down Elliot for sure,” Aliona said with
renewed confidence.
“That’s what I want to hear. Now, just wait for my word!”
As soon as Riley hung up the call, Aliona’s eyes lit up with an almost maniacal gleam. Anastasia was
basically announcing her death wish the moment she went public with Elliot, and Riley would never let
her live long enough to see her wedding day.
Presently, a hysterical fury descended upon Erica early that morning at Tillman Residence. She never
expected that she would wake up and scroll through her phone in bed to find pictures of Anastasia and
Elliot kissing spread all over the inte.
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Erica ran down the stairs in the clothes she had slept in and told her mother about the news. Naomi
was stunned as well, but her astonishment was quickly reced by worry as she muttered, “Anastasia
has her way with men. Who would’ve thought she’d have some tricks up her sleeves? I can’t believe
she managed to bag Elliot in such a short time.”
“Mom, now that she has Elliot on her side, will we still be able to get our hands on Dad’spany? You
know how greedy she is, and with a bigshot like Elliot backing her up, she would be trampling all over
us if she were to take Dad’spany as well!” Erica pointed out belligerently.
Naomi snorted. “Anastasia has always hated me, and now, she finally has all her cards lined up. It’s
only a matter of time before she shows her hand and gets revenge on us. We can’t afford to sit here
and wait for our deaths.”
“I totally agree, Mom. We can’t just let her take everything away from us. We have to think of a way.”
“Erica, Alex is our safest bet right now if we want to take thepany for ourselves. This is your
chance. I’m sure he wouldn’t turn you down if you were to ask him to join us for dinner tonight,” Naomi
suggested. The time for her to strike was now, and Alex was going to be one of her most vital pawns in
this game of chess.
Erica, on the other hand, was angry and upset that she was saddled with her father’s subordinates
while Anastasia got to date a fine specimen like Elliot. She didn’t think this was fair, but she had no
choice other than to go through with Naomi’s ns.
At that moment, she remembered Hayley and wondered if she had heard the news. She’s been getting
mooching off the Presgrave Family all this while, and she really likes Elliot too. I bet she’s furious right
now!
Erica had no idea that Hayley had gone abroad to undergo stic surgery. This was a secret that
Hayley intended to be tight-lipped about, and she couldn’t afford to let anyone know what she was
doing.
When Erica returned to her room after her conversation with Naomi, she dialed Hayley’s number,
growing exasperated when she saw that the line couldn’t get through.
Meanwhile, Hayley was recuperating from the major procedure that she had just undergone in
Hond. The anesthetics had yet to wear off, and she was still asleep at the moment. She had no idea
of the crushing news that would greet her when she woke upter.
She had done plenty of changes and tweakings to her features that put her through unbearable pain,
but the man she was so hopelessly in love with had announced his rtionship with a woman who was
her arch-nemesis.
Over at Bourgeois, Elliot’s car pulled into the basement parking lot, and Anastasia opened the door to
get down from the vehicle the moment it rolled to a stop. However, she had only just stepped out when
the man next to her pointed out sourly, “I’m good enough to be in paparazzi shots with you, but not
enough to show up at work alongside you, eh?”
Anastasia stopped in her tracks, and sudden realization dawned upon her as she said, “Sorry, I forgot
about that.”
Elliot sighed, for he wasn’t sure what to do with her. He couldn’t believe that someone who took her
work and life so seriously would treat their rtionship with considerablexity.
He marched up to her and grabbed her hand. Then, he led her to the elevator without another word.
For some reason, she felt like her heart was suspended on a tightrope, ready to take the plunge and
fall freely into her stomach at any given moment. She had yet to get used to such public disys of
affection with this man.
Sure enough, the moment she arrived at the department of design, the employees lingering outside the
elevator lobby instantly caught sight of her and Elliot holding hands. She flushed and turned to him. “I’ll
be going to my office,” she said quietly.
With that, she turned to walk into the office under the envious gazes of her co-workers.
“Hey, Anastasia.”
“Good morning, Anastasia!”
“You look so pretty today, Anastasia!”
“I love your purse, Anastasia.”
The way to her desk was paved with endlesspliments as the girls in the office greeted her with
unprecedented enthusiasm, but she regarded them with the same smile that she would any other day.
She never cared about how others looked at her, and she still maintained her indifference even though
they were throwingpliments in her direction to get in her good books.
Not long after, Felicia turned up at her office and braced her arms against the desk as she eyed
Anastasia’s outfit meaningfully. “Oh, someone didn’t change out of their clothes! I’m guessing you had
a pretty good night.”
Anastasia blushed as she pleaded, “Please don’t make fun of me, Felicia.”
Knowing how shy Anastasia was when it came to the subject of men, Felicia stopped teasing her.
“Okay. I’ll stop, but I will still congratte you for bagging President Presgrave! Also, those pictures are
more than enough to make a woman jealous!”
Anastasia was amused and embarrassed at the same time. The pictures were going to be the bane of
her existence for a while.
Upon noticing the flustered look on the younger woman’s face, Felicia pointed outfortingly, “We’re
all adults here, and whatever you did in those pictures ispletely normal. There are plenty of young
couples in the park who go twice as hot and heavy as the both of you, and the only difference is that
you were caught by the paparazzi. I don’t know any young couples out there who haven’t done all this
lovey-dovey stuff.”
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Anastasia was practically dying of embarrassment as she buried her face in her hands, but now that
everything was out in the open, she had no choice other than to ede to reality.
Just then, her phone rang. She picked it up and nced at the caller ID, wincing when she saw Nigel’s
name. She was far too flustered to put his call through.
“Answer it,” Felicia encouraged before walking away to give her some privacy.
Anastasia took a deep breath and picked up the call. “Hey.”
“My fair Lady Tillman, so you have indeed left me for my cousin!”
“Please stop teasing me about this,” she begged exasperatedly.
Nigel chuckled. “Who would’ve thought that my walking iceberg of a cousin could be so passionate
when he’s with you?”
“Nigel,” she warned.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I only called to congratte both of you, and I’m really happy for you guys as well.
I wouldn’t have allowed any man other than Elliot to be with you,” he pointed out yfully.
“Thanks,” she said. This was quickly followed by a panicked, “Hey, you didn’t show Jared the pictures,
did you?”
“The pictures are a little PG-13, so of course I didn’t show them to him,” he replied matter-of-factly.
Anastasia’s face grew hot. “You can’t ever let him see those pictures!”
“I know, and I won’t. He told me he wants to stay over at my ce, so I’ll pick him up this afternoon and
bring him home. That way, you and Elliot can get some much-deserved quality time.”
She felt bad for saddling Nigel with babysitting duty and said, “I don’t want to impose on you, Nigel.”
“It’s not imposing at all. You know how much I adore the little guy; he brightens up my day like no one
else!” Nigel was already treating Jared like his own nephew.
“Okay, then. Thanks for offering, Nigel,” Anastasia said. She felt like she was asking too much of him,
but nothing else mattered as much as Jared’s happiness.
“There’s no need to thank me. Just go and capture my cousin’s heart before some other damseles
and snags him! He’s a popr catch, you know,” Nigel said jokingly and hung up the phone.
Presently, Anastasia propped her chin up with one hand. She couldn’t focus on work, so she held her
phone and scrolled through the pictures before blushing. She knew that these were candid shots, but
she still couldn’t believe that Elliot looked good from every angle, and she was flustered to see how her
face lit up while they were kissing. I look like I’m enjoying his kiss a little too much, she thought.
She scrolled down to thements section where theizens had erupted into a frenzy. Without a
doubt, she had be the object of everyone’s envy as heartbroken women announced that they
wanted to die after seeing the news. Some even went so far as to call Elliot their husband, though that
was moreical than anything else. I didn’t know he had tens of thousands of admirers, Anastasia
mused.
Augh escaped her at the thought of that. Life would be meaningless if she couldn’t appreciate the
humor of this situation.
When noon rolled around, Elliot called her and suggested that they go out for lunch. She did not turn
him down, and the both of them headed over to the restaurant next to Presgrave Corporation.
After lunch, Elliot offered to give her a tour of Presgrave Corporation and his office. Given that she
wasn’t in the mood for work, she decidedly went along with him.
She found herself standing in thepany building, which was andmark in the central business hub
of Averna. It was also known as the building of all buildings in the area.
This was the first time Anastasia had dropped by Elliot’s office in Presgrave Corporation. As expected,
it boasted a stunning view of the skyline and masculine decorations. It gave the illusion that it was built
above the clouds when it really was just the pinnacle of a skyscraper. She had a feeling that it would
still be bright and sunny here even if there was a storm brewing over the city.
“Do you like the view?” Elliot murmured as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
She nodded and said gently, “Yes.”
“You can drop by anytime to have coffee and take in the scenery,” he offered in a husky voice.
She sensed something dry and cool press against the back of her ear. He had kissed her there, and
she quickly shrunk away from him as she grumbled, “Do you make a habit out of kissing people at the
most random of times?”
He straightened up and eyed her solemnly as he corrected, “No, I only make a habit out of kissing you,
randomly or not.”
This made her heart flutter, but at that moment, she heard his phone ring and prompted, “Go and
answer the call.”
He returned to the desk and picked up his phone. “It’s my grandmother. She probably saw the
pictures,” she said.
Anastasia gasped and quickly put her finger to her lips as though to shush him. In low, hushed tones,
she urged, “Don’t tell her I’m here.”
Elliot raised a brow in amusement, and at the sight of the anxious look on her face, he answered the
call and put it on speaker. “Hey, Grandma.”
“Elliot!” Harriet sounded ted on the other line as her bright voice filled the spacious office. “Is it true?
I’m not dreaming, am I? Are you and Anastasia officially dating now?”
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“Of course you aren’t dreaming, Grandma. Anastasia and I are officially dating,” Elliot replied with a
smile, though his gaze lingered on the flustered woman whose face was buried in her hands as she
stood to the side.
Anastasia immediately and desperately signaled for him to look her way. She even mimed to tell him to
keep her presence here a secret from the olddy.
One could practically hear Harriet buzzing with excitement on the other line as she quipped, “Alright,
then. I’ll be waiting for you to marry her and make her my granddaughter-inw!”
“Okay, Grandma. I’ll talk to her about this,” Elliot promised.
“Also, bring her and her child back home in the next few days. They shall be my honored guests.”
“I’ll make the arrangements,” he said patiently and indulgently.
“My dream has finallye true. Oh, and don’t let the press snap pictures like those ever again. I don’t
want Anastasia’s reputation to be tarnished.” Harriet was already going into protective grandmother-in-
law mode.
Anastasia was moved to hear this. Elliot, on the other hand, said decisively, “I’ll have those pictures on
the inte taken care of immediately.”
He ended the call with Harriet and turned to appraise Anastasia with interest. “Hear that? Grandma
wants us to get married as soon as possible.”
She felt her heart somersault. We’re moving a little too fast, aren’t we? We only just went public with
our rtionship yesterday, and now we’re talking about throwing a wedding?
Meanwhile, over in Hond, Hayley finally woke up after the surgery. She felt like her bones had been
detached and put together again, and she was in so much pain that she couldn’t help trembling. This
was her first procedure, and she had already arranged for subsequent surgeries that included
liposuction and breast augmentation.
Presently, there was only one person in her mind who became her driving force to go through such
torturous ordeals, and that was Elliot.
She grew excited just from thinking about how she would ‘identally’ walk by him and amaze him
with her stunning appearance. She could already imagine the way he would look at her with the same
devotion and love as he did with Anastasia, and the thought of that alone was enough to satisfy her.
She was sure that when the time came, he would be entranced by her beauty.
Now that she had regained consciousness, Hayley was transferred to the normal ward; she would
remain there for the rest of her recuperation period while being tended to by a professional caretaker.
The female manager who had rmended her to the facility, in particr, was attentive to her every
need.
While Hayley’s looks were average at best, she was generous with her money, and the manager knew
that those who had gotten stic surgery would return for future procedures as well, even if
sporadically. At some point, Hayley would be one of her long-term clients as well.
Right now, Hayley’s face was entirely wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes.
The sutures on her eyelids had yet to be taken off, and the parts of her face which were still visible
were so bruised up that she looked borderline horrific. She took one nce at herself in the mirror and
grew so despondent that she didn’t want to take another look.
She couldn’t wait for the swelling to go down and for her new face to be revealed. She turned to her
assistant and said, “Give me my phone.”
The assistant did so immediately, and Hayley wasted no time in connecting to the WiFi here. As soon
as she did, her phone chimed incessantly as new texts came pouring in. She saw that most of these
texts were from Erica, and she clicked on the first one at the very top.
‘Hayley, where are you? Did you turn your phone off or something? Have you seen the news of Elliot’s
newfound love life?’
Her mind imploded when she read this. What love life?
She quickly backed out of the text message and clicked into her browser, promptly searching Elliot’s
name. At once, she was greeted by countless articles written about him, but what caught her eye right
off the bat was the title that read, ‘Elliot Presgrave Pictured Kissing Girlfriend in Cafe’.
Hayley’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she clicked into the article to see who Elliot’s supposed
‘girlfriend’ was. That was when she saw the picture, and though only half the girl’s face was captured
by the camera, Hayley could still tell from the delicate side profile that the girl was none other than
Anastasia.
A piercing shriek escaped Hayley as she threw her phone aside in a fit of rage, and she put her hands
over her face. Having gone through such painful stic surgery, she was supposed to rest, and stress
did not do any good for her at all. However, she was belligerent after reading the news, and she felt as
if she mightbust.
“Miss Seymour, is everything okay?”
“My face hurts,” Hayley groaned, though her heart was the one filled with searing pain. She never
expected Anastasia to be so shameless as to be pictured being all loved-up in Elliot’s arms.
Hayley could barely breathe through the pain that came from the incisions and wounds on her face.
She needed to calm down, but the image of Elliot and Anastasia kissing seemed burned into the back
of her mind.
The fiery painsted for a while, and even the doctor dropped by to check on her. She was told to keep
calm and maintain a straight face most of the time if she wanted to keep her sutures and wounds from
tearing, which would lead to scarring and disfigurement.
Devastated, Hayleyy in bed and felt resentment wash over her. She had gotten work done on her
entire face, only to have some other woman swoop in and act all lovey-dovey with Elliot. Worst of all,
that woman was her arch-nemesis, the one person she hated the most.
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For the sake of her face, which had just gone through a major procedure, Hayley had no choice but to
keep her rage and anguish in check. It was as if a thousand needles were piercing her heart right now
as she clutched tightly onto the sheets under her, and she had to swallow to keep herself from shouting
out in maniacal fury.
Meanwhile, in Averna, Anastasia was having dinner with Elliot at avish French restaurant, the
ambiance of which only entuated the man’s suave demeanor and romantic nature.
When it came time for her to go home after dinner, Elliot drove her back to the neighborhood entrance
and parked the car. She grabbed her purse, but just as she opened the door to step down from the car,
she heard a low and somewhat disgruntled man’s voice asking, “Aren’t you going to ask me to stay for
a cup of tea?”
Anastasia said firmly, “No, it’s gettingte. Maybe next time.”
“The weather’s so cold tonight, though. How about we have a sleepover? You have a bed, and I’ll warm
it up for you,” he offered proudly.
She held onto the door as she sputtered and doubled over withughter.
Elliot did not wait for her to speak before he got out of the car, and without her registering what he was
doing, he walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and led her toward her apartment.
“H-Hey, Elliot! No, don’t do this,” Anastasia cried frantically.
However, he had already guided her through the neighborhood entrance. Panic filled her as they drew
near to the apartment building. Jared wasn’t home tonight, which meant there was no buffer between
her and Elliot; she was at a loss as to how she should act around him.
More importantly, she wasn’t a little girl anymore, but she was still terrified of what would happen now
that they were two grown-ups left to their own devices. She had only just agreed to be his girlfriend, but
it looked like he already had ns to make himself at home in her apartment.
“Open the door,” Elliot prompted now, his gaze darkening as he stared at her meaningfully.
“Can’t you just go home?”Anastasia looked up at him pleadingly. “It’s really, reallyte.”
“It’s only 8.30PM, which I think is considerably early.”
“I have work tomorrow, though,” she countered insistently as her mind scrambled for more excuses.
“Not if I say you don’t,” he pointed out with a roguish smile. He was the president, after all, and he
thought granting his employees days off fell well within his purview.
“No, it’s reallyte.” She bit down hard on her lower lip. If one didn’t know better, one would think the
man was a restless beast that had been caged for far too long, and he would devour her the moment
she opened the door.
Amusement shed in his eyes as he asked, “Are you that afraid of me?”
“Yes, I am,” she admitted. “Can you please leave now?”
“I promise I won’t make a move on you if you let me in—unless, of course, you make the first move,” he
said solemnly.
With unwavering confidence, she argued, “I’d never make the first move.”
“I’ll stay for just a cup of tea,” Elliot needled in his signature husky tone, sounding like he was cajoling
her. “Please let me go in and stay for a while.”
Anastasia couldn’t bring herself to say no to him, not when he was looking at her with puppy eyes even
though he was known to be dangerous and domineering. She softened and took her keys out from her
purse, opening the door as she warned him onest time, “No funny business. Otherwise, I’ll kick you
out.”
“Okay,” he promised with good cheer.
Having opened the front door, Anastasia turned on the lights, which cast a warm glow over the living
room. She set her purse down and changed into slippers before taking out a men’s pair from the
cab for Elliot as she said, “Put these on.”
“How considerate of you,” he observed with a coy smile.
“It’s supposed to be for my dad,” she said, not wanting him to get too pleased with himself.
“Say whatever you want,” he replied a little glumly.
He sat down on the couch while she picked up around the house for a bit. Then, she went into the
kitchen and brought him a ss of water. “Here, finish the water and skedaddle home.”
Elliot looked at the water, and suddenly, there was a dark gleam in his eyes as he called out, “Hey,
could youe over here and see if I’ve got something in my eye?”
Anastasia was standing on the other side of the coffee table and drinking from her own ss when she
heard this. She walked over to him worriedly. “Let me take a look.”
However, she had only just drawn near to him when triumph glimmered in his half-lidded eyes. The
next second, he put out his foot and tripped her, making her lose bnce. She gasped in shock as she
toppled forward into his embrace.
She felt a strong arm snake around her waist in one swift movement, and when she tried to prop
herself up, she found that she was pinned firmly against him.
“You—” She looked up at him in bewilderment, and when she saw the devilish smirk ying on his lips,
she knew she had been tricked.
Nevermore did she feel like a damsel in distress who had just been cornered by a handsome and
roguish knight. Before she could protest, he chuckled and murmured huskily, “You’ve made the first
move, so don’t mind me ying along.” The next second, the room spun as he flipped her over.
Just like that, Anastasia was trapped between Elliot and the couch with her face mere inches away
from his, and she was acutely aware of how their bodies were closely pressed together.
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“Elliot, I swear, if you think you can—”
However, before she could say the words ‘get away with it’, Elliot inched forward and kissed her.
He intended to get away with this, and it looked like he was seeding. After all, he couldn’t help
himself when it came to Anastasia; it was as if she was his fatal attraction, her presence probing and
enticing him like a siren’s call.
Anastasia struggled against him for a few seconds, but it was all for show since she knew there was no
escaping the man on top of her. In the end, she sumbed to his kisses, the hunger in her awakening
with the way he nibbled and tugged on her lips.
However, there was a voice in the back of her head, albeit a muffled one, that nagged at her and made
her keep her guard up. She wasn’t so much worried about someone walking in on them as she was
about losing herself to Elliot and his deadly charisma.
She still wasn’t ready to bring their intimacy to the next level, and while the kiss was sweet and
lingering, she couldn’t help sensing the danger in it as well. The air that crackled around them as their
tension built reminded her of a brewing storm, and any time now, a hurricane would hit them and wreak
havoc.
However, with the direction this very intimate kiss was taking, she wasn’t sure how she could keep the
floodgates closed any longer, not when the water was already bursting toe through.
Everything about Elliot—his breath, his warmth, and his testosterone-driven urgency—was shrouding
her like a veil. The voice of reason in her mind was being constantly drowned out by her own desire,
and for a moment, it was like reality had melted away into the background.
She was on the verge of surrendering to nature and primal instincts at this point.
Just then, Elliot whispered huskily, “I want you, Anastasia…”
This sent an electric current through her veins, and she shuddered as she willed herself to push him
away. “Elliot, no…”
The next second, however, he picked her up from the couch without warning and carried her over to
the master bedroom.
She was so stunned that her mind drew a nk. The dimness of the bedroom became something like a
dark space for Elliot to act on his heightened senses. He wanted nothing more than toy her down
and please her in ways she could never imagine.
Anastasia’s thoughts were hazy, and her insides were coiled up with mixed feelings she couldn’t quite
decipher. When she tried to push Elliot away, he sped her wrists and pinned her hands above her
head, which prompted indescribable fear to course through her all of a sudden.
“No… Don’t touch me… Go away!”
Panic seized her. It was as if her mind did not perceive the man kissing her to be Elliot, but that
sc*mbag from five years ago. His strong arms, his towering build, and his domineering, unforgiving air
struck a heavy resemnce to the gigolo from Abyss Club.
“Anastasia, what’s wrong?” Upon sensing that something was off with her, Elliot stopped and reached
out to hold her.
Unexpectedly, she struggled violently to get away from him as she cried, “Go away! Don’t touch me!”
It was like he had be the source of her fear. Bewildered, he quickly got off the bed, strode over to
the door, and turned on the lights in the room.
When he saw the girl curled into a ball on the bed with her eyes tightly closed while her body trembled
with insurmountable fear and hurt, he felt his heart drop to his stomach. He hated himself for having
pushed her too far.
He suddenly remembered the horrific ordeal she had been through. Whatever they had been doing just
now—or rather, whatever he had been doing to her—had clearly brought her deep-seated trauma to
the surface.
“Anastasia, it’s me,” Elliot murmured as he perched on the edge of the bed, keeping a safe distance as
he reached out to stroke her hair gently. It made it seem like he was coaxing a wounded animal.
It was only then that she opened her misty eyes, and she suddenly became aware of how she had
overreacted. She flipped onto her side, looking flustered as she mumbled, “I’m sorry for scaring you.”
There was no hiding the guilt in his voice as he said, “No, I should be the one to say sorry.”
She sat up slowly and buried her face in her hands. “I… I think you should go home.”
He couldn’t possibly leave her alone in this state. He implored softly, “Let me stay here and take care of
you for the night. I promise that’s all I’ll do.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me,” she muttered weakly as she shook her head, though her face
was devoid of color.
At the sight of how frightened she looked, he was seized with the urge to find out who was the b*stard
that dared hurt her five years ago. If he managed to track him down, he would make him pay in blood.
“Can you tell me more about what happened that night?” Elliot asked. He wanted to help her get
through this, and he didn’t want her to have to shoulder this alone while suppressing the trauma and
letting it fester in her.
Anastasia gazed up at the man in front of the bed. The trauma and the bad memories had hollowed her
out, and she felt like a shell of herself. When he let go of her, she nudged him like a scared kitten
seekingfort.
Elliot refrained from holding her too tightly, and he kept his movements slow as he leaned forward to
kiss her on the top of her head. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”
She closed her eyes tiredly. At the end of the day, she couldn’t bring herself to word out the horrific
things she had been through.
Finally, she released his arm, and her gaze was calm once more as she said, “You can go home now.
I’ll be fine on my own.”
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“Do you think I could leave you alone like this?” Elliot held onto Anastasia firmly, refusing to let her go.
The steel edge to her demeanor had returned, and when she spoke, it was in clear, unwavering tones.
“I’ve survived for five years; I’m pretty sure I’ll be fine on my own for a night.”
Elliot pursed his lips and asked tentatively, “Is Jared really the child of that hooligan?”
Anastasia hated confronting the truth of Jared’s birth every time it came up, but reality was cruel, and
there was nothing she could do to deny Jared’s father’s identity. “Yes,” she finally bit out through gritted
teeth.
Elliot’s chest tightened. He understood that this was a painful topic for her, so he let it drop.
In the end, he got up and left after she insisted that he did. When the door closed behind him, an icy
gleam shed in his eyes as he vowed to uncover the wretched man’s identity even if Anastasia
refused to speak of him. He needed to know what kind of a monster could bear to hurt her so badly.
Presently, Elliot waited at the door, but when he realized that Anastasia was not going to open it and
invite him back into the house, he left.
The only way he could achieve a breakthrough in this case was to find out which clubhouse the
incident had taken ce in. Just because Anastasia was set on remaining tight-lipped about it, he was
sure that others might have some idea as to what had happened on the night she was assaulted.
As he sat in the backseat of the car, he began to consider his options. Hayley knew about the details of
that night, but he didn’t want to ask her about it. He sifted through the names in his mind, trying to pick
the person most likely to give him some useful insight on the matter.
He settled on one person atst, and that was Erica, Anastasia’s half-sister. Given how she had
brought up Jared’s birth thest time she threw a tantrum, there was a high chance that she knew
about the incident. He was confident that she could provide him with some leads on this.
As he leaned into his seat, Elliot pulled out his phone and gave Rey a call. “I need you to arrange a
meeting for me with someone.”
“Who would that be, President Presgrave?” Rey asked courteously.
“Erica.”
In the silence of the bedroom, Anastasia was holding a ss of water as she sat on the lounge
listlessly. She felt guilty for having imagined Elliot as the man who had assaulted her five years ago
while they were intimate. In truth, she was stunned as well that the trauma she thought she had buried
deep inside her heart could be so easily brought to the surface with a single touch, triggering her fear of
intimacy.
She suddenly felt that this was unfair to Elliot. If they really did work out as a couple and got married,
she couldn’t possibly reject him for the rest of their lives and chain him to involuntary celibacy.
The next morning, Erica was still tucked under the covers when she suddenly received a phone call
that made her bolt upright in bed. “What? Does young Master Elliot want to see me at noon?”
“Yes, President Presgrave has something he needs your help with. Would you be free to meet with
him?”
Erica was so stunned that she couldn’t string words together, and she stammered, “O-Of course. I’d be
free to meet with him.”
“In that case, will 11.30AM today do for you?”
“Yes, of course. I’ll be there,” she replied as she nodded vehemently.
When the call ended and she received the address for the restaurant where the meeting would be, she
was so ted she could pass out. Never in her wildest dreams did she think Elliot would invite her for
lunch.
“My goodness, what should I wear?” She leaped down from the bed and threw open her closet doors,
rummaging through her clothes with fervor. She had but one goal in her mind, which was to seduce
Elliot and make him her man.
She didn’t care that he was Anastasia’s supposed boyfriend, nor was she bothered by his history with
Hayley. She was still dead set on bagging him because he was worth it.
She didn’t tell Naomi about the meeting. After picking out a figure-hugging dress, she put on a zer
over it, thinking that if Anastasia could win Elliot over while dressed in pantsuits, surely that meant he
had a thing for professional career women.
Then, she sat down in front of the vanity and began to apply her make-up delicately, not allowing even
the slightest w. She was determined to show her best self to Elliot.
Meanwhile, all the departments in Bourgeois were getting ready to move into their newpany
building. Since the offices in Presgrave Corporation were fully furnished with the mostvish of
decorations, the only thing that the departments had to do was to pack up their files and equipment for
the big move.
Anastasia was nestled in the quiet of her office when Aliona suddenly walked through the door.
“Is there something you need, Miss Dora?” Anastasia asked curtly.
“Your efficiency in snagging President Presgrave is indeedmendable, Miss Tillman,” Aliona
drawled sarcastically.
“I will only entertain conversations about work, Miss Dora,” Anastasia pointed out coolly. “Thepany
is no ce for us to talk about her personal affairs.”
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“I just want to let you know that I will never give up on my feelings for Elliot,” Aliona said. She was here
for no other reason than to try and get on Anastasia’s nerves after her own bitter resentment
overwhelmed her. “For the rest of your life, you’ll have me aspetition,” she added confidently. “I’m
sure it’ll only be a matter of time before President Presgrave notices me and falls for me.”
Anastasia, however, was neither impressed nor intimidated. “Your non-achievements do not interest
me, so take your gloating elsewhere,” she pointed out sarcastically.
Contempt shed in Aliona’s eyes as she snorted and said haughtily, “We’ll see who the real winner will
be!” Now that Father’s already plotting her demise, Elliot will be mine sooner orter once we get rid of
her!
Anastasia, on the other hand, was admittedly affected by what Aliona said even though thetter had
already left. It seemed as if Elliot constantly had a barrage of women who would not hesitate to seize
even the slightest of chances to get close to him.
When noon rolled around, Anastasia made up her mind to invite Elliot out for a meal as an apology for
what happenedst night. If it hadn’t been for her overreaction, things might not have ended on such a
tense note, and the night would have been perfectly wrapped up.
She picked up the phone on her desk and dialed Elliot’s extension. When he did not pick up, the call
was automatically transferred to his assistant’s line.
“Hello, this is the president’s office,” the assistant greeted courteously.
“Hi, Lily. Is President Presgrave in at the moment?”
“Oh, Miss Tillman! It seems President Presgrave has already left for a lunch appointment.”
“I see. Alright, thanks.”
Anastasia hung up and sighed in frustration. Then, she asked Felicia to join her for lunch instead.
Meanwhile, Erica was on cloud nine as she made her way over to the restaurant. She checked herself
in the mirror constantly just to make sure that she looked as wless as she did when she left the
house. In fact, the tiniest smudge of her make-up would set her off at this point.
She had to present her wless side to Elliot today. She reckoned that something about her must have
caught his eye, which exined why he would ask her out for lunch out of the blue. The thought of this
gave her a rush. If things went well, she might even surpass Hayley and Anastasia to be Elliot’s
new object of affection.
In every woman, there was buried confidence that would not dim under any circumstance.
Presently, Rey was waiting outside the restaurant for Erica, and when he registered her arrival, he led
her up the stairs to the main dining atrium.
She was brought to a private dining room in which Elliot was already seated and waiting for her. Erica
swallowed and felt her palms grow sweaty. At the same time, she nervously flipped her hair over her
shoulder as she appraised the man shyly. After taking her seat, she asked, “Young Master Elliot, may I
know why you’ve asked to see me today?”
Rey left to give them some privacy, and as soon as the door fell shut, Elliot slid a bank card across the
table and said to her, “Miss Erica, there’s a million in this card. All you need to do is answer my
questions, and the money’s yours.”
Erica was stunned as she gaped at the card in front of her. A million was a tempting offer, and she
blinked to snap out of her reverie. “What do you want to know, Young Master Elliot?”
“You have to promise to answer all my questions honestly,” he said as he eyed her somberly.
Disappointment surged through her at that moment. Have I read too much into the lunch invitation? Did
he not ask me to join him for a meal because he likes me? However, when she nced at the bank
card, the thought of having a million in her pocketforted her. After all, it was enough tost her for
a while. She nodded and said, “Fire away, Young Master Elliot.”
He gazed at her darkly and asked, “First question—do you know the name of the man who assaulted
Anastasia five years ago?”
Erica’s heart leaped to her throat. As it turned out, Elliot was only here because he wanted to know
about Anastasia’s past. In a snide tone, she countered, “Why don’t you ask my sister? I’m sure she
knows more than anyone else the details of that particr night.”
“If you have no ns of giving me the answers I want, then I won’t waste your time anymore,” Elliot
said, not wanting to stay here and listen to someone speak ill of Anastasia.
He reached out to take back the card, but that was when Erica panicked and cried out, “Okay, okay, I’ll
tell you. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, Young Master Elliot.”
He paused and took his hand off the card. Money was the key to getting someone as greedy as Erica
to open up. “I want you to tell me everything you know about what happened that night,” he ordered.
He knew that she would not give up on the bank card.
While Erica knew that the incident at Abyss Club had been nned and set up by Hayley, it didn’t
change the fact that she was an aplice. There was no way that she could deny her involvement in
the whole thing, so after a moment of thought, she said, “On the night of the incident, Hayley and I
were hanging out at the club, but that was when one of our male co-workers decided to make a move
on her. She called my sister out of panic to have her pick us up, but we waited for long enough to think
she wasn’ting at all. Just as we were leaving, however, Anastasia suddenly ran out of the club with
her clothes disheveled, and that was how we found out she had been assaulted.”
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Elliot’s fists clenched where they rested atop his knees as he pressed, “What did that b*stard look like?
Do you know what he did for a living?”
“I don’t know. Last I heard, he was a male escort. Besides, you know how clubs can get rowdy and
chaotic, so it’s not as if I would have paid attention to anyone’s background,” Erica said, but the way
she blinked her eyes told Elliot that she was lying.
Seeing that she was being untruthful, he went on to demand, “Tell me the time and ce of the
incident.”
“I don’t really remember the time, but I know it took ce at Abyss Club.”
Upon hearing this, Elliot’s heart dropped to his stomach. Abyss Club? That was where Hayley and I…
He snapped out of his thoughts and urged, “You’re sure it was Abyss Club?”
“I’m sure,” she replied firmly. “As for what happened that night, I don’t quite remember.” She wasn’t
lying this time.
He went on to probe for more information, asking, “Do you recall what seasonal clothes you were
wearing? You would remember that.”
Erica thought hard and said, “I believe we were wearing our summer wardrobe. Do you have any more
questions, President Presgrave?”
“Why didn’t you call the police and file aint on Anastasia’s behalf after she was assaulted that
night? You’re supposedly her family, aren’t you?” He sounded like he was using her.
She quirked her lips and muttered, “It wasn’t as if we were the ones who caused something like that to
happen to her. Besides, she happened to run into us when she left the club, and she wasted no time in
pinning the me on us even though we were innocent!”
Her narrative aligned with Hayley’s. They would never confess to having admitted to Anastasia, upon
her confrontation with them five years ago, that they had been the ones to set her up.
Elliot, on the other hand, had a grim look on his face. Erica had given him a new lead that he had never
come across before, which was Abyss Club. This was the same club where he and Hayley had had
their encounter five years ago as well. He wondered if this was all a coincidence, and if that were the
case, he wanted to know the timeline.
“Are those all the questions you have for me, Young Master Elliot?” Erica asked, pulling him out of his
thoughts.
“Are you sure you know nothing about the male escort from that night five years ago?”
“I swear I haven’t the slightest clue about him,” she insisted. “Also, I’m willing to bet that my sister
walked into the wrong room and got herself screwed over by him. Apparently, he was a maniac who
nearly tortured my sister to death.” She was deliberately saying this. Much like Hayley, she wanted to
carve a vile impression of Anastasia into Elliot’s mind.
Anger rose in Elliot when he heard this. If he found out who that sc*mbag was, he would be sure to
wipe him off the face of the earth. “That’s enough from you,” he bit out through gritted teeth. He didn’t
want to sit here a moment longer and hear Erica’s scathing remarks about Anastasia. “You may leave
now.”
Erica took the bank card, but her gaze flickered wistfully over the elegant man sitting across from her
as she said shamelessly, “Young Master Elliot, I just want you to know that I like you a lot, and I would
do anything you ask me to if that’s what you want.”
At that moment, he looked up at her with his razor-sharp gaze that threatened to slice through her. She
was so intimidated by this that she flushed and quickly borated, “What I meant was that you could
ask me any other question you might have, President Presgrave. I’d be more than happy to help.”
With that, she turned to leave the room like how one might flee from danger. Holy crap! If looks could
kill, I would’ve been dead a hundred times over, she thought as a chill ran down her spine. More
importantly, she had seen how lowly she looked in Elliot’s clear, obsidian eyes. He was high and mighty
like he was born to be on a pedestal, and what she had told him just now basically rendered her
worthless.
After Erica left, Elliot summoned Rey into the room and said, “Retrieve all the security footage from five
years ago at Abyss Club.”
He was determined to find out who that sc*mbag was, and when he did, he would make him pay
without ever letting Anastasia find out about it.
Over at Bourgeois, Aliona got a call from Riley, who said on the other line, “I’m going to need you to
lure Anastasia out. My men are ready to execute the n.”
Aliona’s eyes shed with anticipation as a sudden bright idea came into her head. Nodding, she
replied, “I know what to do.”
She hung up the phone, rose from her seat, and headed into Felicia’s office. “Director Evans, I’m
supposed to meet a client, but I’m afraid I have too much work to do at the moment. Could you get
Anastasia to take the order instead?”
“She’s probably busy. Why don’t you look for somebody else?” Felicia suggested.
“There’s a higher chance of us bagging the deal if she were to take up the job, though. My client is a
youngdy from a really affluent family, and she only came to Bourgeois because she heard so many
things about Anastasia.”
Felicia pondered on this for a beat or two. She then answered, “I’ll talk to Anastasia and see what she
says.”