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Chapter 7 The Senator Arrives in the Ghetto img
Chapter 8 The Broom from Mother-in-Law img
Chapter 9 The Truth of the Deal img
Chapter 10 Not Your Drawer img
Chapter 11 Scrutiny in the Cloakroom img
Chapter 12 The Canary's Cage img
Chapter 13 The Matriarch's Afternoon Tea img
Chapter 14 The Plan to Escape the Canary Cage img
Chapter 15 The Uninvited Guest img
Chapter 16 Uncontrolled Provocation img
Chapter 17 The Heavy Sapphire img
Chapter 18 Undercurrents at the Feast img
Chapter 19 Old Scars on Van Cleef & Arpels img
Chapter 20 Tyrant of Power img
Chapter 21 Storm in the Courtyard img
Chapter 22 Exploitation and Taboo img
Chapter 23 The Plea for a Signature img
Chapter 24 Unconscious Intimacy and Trauma img
Chapter 25 Morning Embarrassment img
Chapter 26 The Interview Showdown img
Chapter 27 Workplace Traps img
Chapter 28 A Phone Call That Reversed Power img
Chapter 29 Counterattack and the New Rules img
Chapter 30 Subtle Protection at the Dinner Table img
Chapter 31 The Temperature of Fingertips img
Chapter 32 Shared Commitment img
Chapter 33 Double the Punishment img
Chapter 34 Pre-Owned Vespa img
Chapter 35 The Shattered Sculpture img
Chapter 36 Cool Nightdress img
Chapter 37 Overstepping Fingertips img
Chapter 38 Invitation to the Art Exhibition img
Chapter 39 Clash of the Socialites img
Chapter 40 Argument in the Hallway img
Chapter 41 The Tyrant Under the Flashlights img
Chapter 42 The Shura Field of Michelin img
Chapter 43 The Lie of Uber Black img
Chapter 44 Neon Lights of the Southeast Side img
Chapter 45 The Greasy Bar img
Chapter 46 The Approaching Thugs img
Chapter 47 Clarification by the Potomac River img
Chapter 48 The Accidental Sprained Ankle img
Chapter 49 The Temperature of the Ice Pack img
Chapter 50 Late-Night Emergency img
Chapter 51 Night Talk in the Ward img
Chapter 52 The Matriarch's Assault img
Chapter 53 Resistance to Discharge img
Chapter 54 Uninvited Guest img
Chapter 55 Secret Telegram in the Study img
Chapter 56 Bulletproof SUV img
Chapter 57 Traffic Police of the Special Zone img
Chapter 58 Senate Meeting img
Chapter 59 WGS's Game of Power img
Chapter 60 Senate Luncheon img
Chapter 61 Countdown in the Secret Chamber img
Chapter 62 Black Onyx Club img
Chapter 63 The Socialite's Downfall img
Chapter 64 Deadlock in the Bathroom img
Chapter 65 Furious Break-In img
Chapter 66 Threatened Abortion img
Chapter 67 The Lies of the Manor img
Chapter 68 Frozen Trust img
Chapter 69 Conditions of Forgiveness img
Chapter 70 Negotiations by the Hospital Bed img
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Chapter 3 Secrets by the Potomac

The inside of the Lincoln Navigator was dead silent. The engine was a barely perceptible hum beneath the heavy floorboards.

Eloisa sat stiffly on the leather seat. She clutched her backpack tightly against her chest, inside the front pocket was the plastic pregnancy test. It felt like it was burning a hole through the canvas.

She turned her head to look out the window, but the dark tint turned the passing streets into a murky, unrecognizable blur.

She looked at the older man sitting across from her.

"Where are we going?" Eloisa asked. Her voice shook. "This is kidnapping."

Mr. Pembroke did not blink. He kept his hands folded neatly in his lap. "Rest assured, Miss Williams, you are perfectly safe. We are simply going to a location where we can have a quiet conversation."

Eloisa pulled her phone out of her pocket. She tapped the screen.

No Service.

Her stomach dropped. There was a signal jammer in the car, she was completely cut off from the world. A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck.

The car drove for what felt like an hour. Finally, it slowed down. Eloisa heard the heavy metallic clank of iron gates opening, the SUV rolled onto a smooth, gravel driveway.

Through the tinted glass, she saw the sparkling water of the Potomac River in the distance. They were in the most exclusive, heavily guarded neighborhood in Washington D.C.

The car stopped in front of a massive, stone mansion, it looked like a museum.

Mr. Pembroke opened the door for her. "Welcome to the Wilkinson estate."

Eloisa stepped out. The sheer size of the property made her feel incredibly small. A massive stone fountain roared in the center of a perfectly manicured lawn.

Mr. Pembroke led her up the stone steps and pushed open the heavy oak doors.

They stepped into a foyer with gleaming marble floors. The ceiling was so high it made Eloisa dizzy.

In the center of the grand living room, sitting on a velvet sofa, was an elderly woman. She wore an elegant, tailored tweed suit, her silver hair was styled flawlessly. She held a delicate porcelain teacup in her hands.

Her eyes locked onto Eloisa. They were sharp, calculating, and cold as ice. Eloisa felt like a piece of meat being weighed on a scale.

Mr. Pembroke bowed. "Madam, Miss Williams has arrived."

The woman set her teacup down on a silver tray. The clink of the porcelain echoed in the massive room.

"Sit down, child," her voice was quiet, but it carried absolute authority.

Eloisa walked forward. Her legs felt like lead. She sat on the edge of the sofa opposite the woman. The cushions were so soft she felt like she was sinking into quicksand.

The woman did not waste time.

"I know you are pregnant."

The blood in Eloisa's veins turned to ice. Her mouth fell open.

"How..." Eloisa choked on the word. "How do you know that?"

The woman smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes. "I am Eleonora Wilkinson. I know far more than that. My grandson's security detail reported the... incident at the party. We have been monitoring your situation since. Your appointment at the clinic merely confirmed our suspicions. I also know that the child growing inside your stomach is my great-grandson."

Eloisa felt like she had been struck by lightning. Her hands gripped the fabric of her jeans.

"No," Eloisa shook her head frantically. "No, that's impossible. You have the wrong person. I don't even know..."

Eleonora cut her off. "A month ago. A graduation party near Georgetown University. You drank too much."

Eleonora recited the details with surgical precision. Eloisa's face grew paler with every word.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Eloisa lied, her voice cracking. "I don't know your grandson!"

Eleonora's eyes softened into a look of cold pity. "Of course you don't. You probably don't even remember his face."

Eleonora raised two fingers. Mr. Pembroke stepped forward and handed Eleonora a sleek black tablet.

Eleonora slid the tablet across the glass coffee table.

Eloisa looked down. A video was playing. It was security camera footage, grainy and dark. But she could clearly see the corner of the frat house patio. She saw herself, stumbling, barely able to stand.

And she saw the man.

He was tall. He wore a dark shirt. His back was to the camera, but he caught her as she fell. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and guided her away from the crowd, toward the guest rooms.

"My grandson attended that party briefly," Eleonora said, her voice drifting over the footage. "He despises those events. He left early. But clearly, before he left, an... incident occurred."

Eloisa stared at the screen. The blank space in her memory violently ripped open.

The smell of cedarwood. The weight of his hand. The deep, dark eyes.

It wasn't a dream. It was real.

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