Eleanor’s POV
Eleanor arrived at the Kingston estate, the grand architecture and manicured lawns bringing a bitter taste to her mouth. She had made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t ever appear in this building again, not unless it was to witness their total downfall. Every pillar and gold-leafed detail reminded her of the power she used to wield and the brother who had systematically stripped it away.
But here she was. Of all places, she had to come crawling back to the lion's den.
(Flashback)
Eleanor sat in her plush leather chair in her office, the silence in the room felt suffocating. She stared out the window, listening as her assistant, Jared, delivered the news. His voice was trembling.
“Madam, the lawyer called... he wanted to deliver the news on the verdict personally,”
