Elara felt her face burn up and her resentment towards Eli increase, she just couldn’t understand why he had to show up for this party, now she was spending every moment defending him and getting into trouble with her family, she was certain if she kept this up, her grandma might end the event on time, and the rift between them would worsen.
“I believe Cassian is right, I think Eli really did cast a spell on her, look at how he looks and she is still defending him.”
“See all the people begging for her attention and she wouldn’t even look at them, deciding instead to stick with that urchin.”
Murmurs and whispers filtered from around her into Elara’s ears, bringing a satisfied smile in her heart, at least this wasn’t for nothing, and she could continue to pretend to be the good wife, while watching Eli suffer.
“I think we should leave love – clearly we are not wanted here.” Elara turned to face Eli, grieve and pain written all over her face.
“Who said you are not wanted here, it is clear that we have issues with Eli alone.” Genevieve Morreau spoke, a huge frown on her face, there was no way Elara was really planning to leave the party she had taken time to plan.
“Eli is my husband Grandma, I am not trying to offend you, but if he can’t stay here without being insulted every minute, I am sorry, but I have to leave with him.
“Don’t even think about it Elara Celeste Morreau – you will not fight the Morreau family because of that urchin you call your husband.” Selva Morreau spoke suddenly, giving Elara a disapproving look.
“Mom, please, don’t make this hard for me, I am not trying to fight with the Morreau family, all I am asking is for respect towards my husband, even if it’s a little– and my name is Thorne now, not Morreau.”
“Hmmph, what a weakling husband, all the insults he is getting and he still can’t fight for himself, he is relying on his wife to do that, I wonder just what Elara sees in that man.” A guest said from the crowd, causing another series of gossips, mockery and laughter.
“If you leave this event tonight, you can consider yourself a non member of the Morreau, and every privilege you have enjoyed will be withdrawn immediately.” Gevieve spoke up, no longer able to endure the embarrassing comments that came at her from every angle.
Elara felt her heart skip when her brain registered what her grandma had just said, had she gone overboard with her acting, what would she do if Eli insisted she followed him, she couldn’t afford to live without the privileges the Morreau name brought.
“Elara, that’s enough, do not fight with your family members because of me – what kind of husband would I be if I didn't let you enjoy your birthday party. The insults don't move me, I just want you to be happy. You don’t have to leave with me, after your party, we can have our own mini birthday party – just the both of us, but please do not have issues with your family members.” Eli spoke from beside Elara, making her breath out in relief.
“But Eli…” she protested, her face filled with pain and her eyes getting wet.
“Really, I don’t mind– please don’t cry and enjoy your day.” Then he leaned closer to her whispering, “I got a birthday gift for you, I am sure you would love it.”
“Really…” Elara asked, her eyes sparkling.
“Yes, so please enjoy your party, after, we can enjoy our party.” Eli responded, pecking Elara on her cheeks before turning to leave.
Elara sighed, a look of relief on her face as she watched Eli leave, at least now she could stop her acting and focused on her party.
After Eli left, with no one to pick on and nobody to gossip about, the hall fell into silence, most people forgetting his existence, while the remaining half who couldn’t forget the shameless orphan who relied on his wife for everything, kept recounting the events of the day so they could have story to tell people who hadn’t made it to the party.
“Elara, I do not understand why you do not want to divorce that husband of yours and give all this suitors a chance — with your look, wealth and me solidly behind you, you can get any man you want. Take for example – Dominic Vaughn, he is a gentleman and has constantly shown interest in you.” Genevieve Morreau whispered beside Elara as she continued to mention men she was certain were suitable for her granddaughter.
“I do not like Dominic grandma, and he is no gentleman.” Elara responded, an angry scowl passing through her face.
“Okay, not Dominic, how about Noah.” Her grandma said quickly.
“Grandma please, I wasn’t taught to divorce our partners – you and grandpa stayed for a really long while, same with Mom, even if Dad’s dead now, so I can’t divorce Eli, no matter how bad our situation is. Elara responded, her face revealing extreme sadness, like this topic was too painful for her to talk about. Of course, she didn’t love Eli and wanted not more than to dissolve her marriage, but she didn’t want to be the one to initiate it, so all she had to do was hope Eli would get fed up with the insults and move on himself.
Genevieve looked like she wanted to say something else, but decided against it. She still had enough time to convince Celeste, today she was going to let Elara be.
Eli stepped out of the hall, exhaling as he felt the night breeze on his skin, his mind went through the events of the day and how he had gotten insult from different people that day, it wasn’t the first time, but for some reason it got to him more today, may be because it was their wedding anniversary and he had hoped that the day would somehow be good for him, but the universe and everybody around him had always made sure to make his day bad.
He remembered the first day, the caretaker at the orphanage had told him he was an orphan and nobody wants him,,how that had been the beginning of his misery and he had always had to struggle to get the littlest of things, he recounted the first time he had seen Elara, how his heart had skipped and how he wanted her to be his wife. He had been certain she was going to reject him, but for once the universe had been on his side, and she had said yes, he remembered the days he spent courting her, and how she had always brought a smile to his face. His wedding day, although very small, with no guests, except for her family members and some people from the orphanage, had been the happiest day of his life. Elara extended family members had been against the marriage, but he hadn’t seemed to mind, since Elara had wanted him and her Dad had approved their marriage
His mind continued to recall different memories, both good and bad, …. when someone bumped into him, cutting through his thoughts.
“Sorry.” The person said quickly, walking off without turning back.
Eli shrugged it off, bending down to wipe the specks of dust that was left on his shoes from the stranger stepping on him, when he noticed a brown envelope at his feet.
He picked it up immediately, searching his environment for who the stranger was and where he could have walked off to because he was certain the envelope belonged to the stranger, when he noticed the writing on the other side of the envelope.
Shock and uncertainty crowded his face when he read the message that had been scribbled there.
‘To Eli Thorne.’
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One hundred and fourteen
Chaos had a sound.Not one sound.Many.Layered over each other until they became something almost unrecognizable.Sirens screamed through the night outside the hotel, sharp enough to cut through the smoke pouring from the shattered floors above. Helicopter blades churned overhead, heavy and relentless, the noise vibrating through the streets below as flashing lights painted the wet pavement in streaks of red and blue.People flooded out of the hotel entrance in waves.Some crying.Some barefoot.Some too stunned to even react properly as police officers pushed them farther back behind barricades, voices raised over the panic.“Keep moving!”“Stay calm!”“Ma’am, this way please—”“Sir, step back!”The smell of smoke lingered thick in the air.Burned fabric.Gunpowder.Concrete dust.Eli stood near one of the emergency vehicles, untouched by the movement around him.He looked still. Too still. Almost like he was one with the background.The cold had settled into his eyes completely now
Two hundred and thirteen
The silence settle slowly, heavy, lingering, refusing to be lifted.Eli stood there for a moment longer, staring at her like the answer might rearrange itself if he just… waited long enough.It didn’t.Something in him gave way instead.It wasn't loud. Nor was it visible. Just enough.He exhaled. Then turned.The movement felt slower than it should have, like his body was moving through something thicker than air as he crossed the space and dropped onto the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, grounding in a way nothing else had been able to.His hands came together loosely, elbows resting on his knees as his head dipped slightly.And for the first time since he walked into the room—He looked… tired.Not physically.Something deeper.Like the fight had been burning for too long without pause.And now—It was slipping.His breath left him in a quiet sigh.Then he leaned back slightly, turning his head just enough to look at her.His eyes—They weren’t cold anymore.
Two hundred and twelve
The jet cut through the night like it had somewhere urgent to be.Or maybe that was just him.Eli didn’t look out the window when they took off. Not when the city lights stretched into thin lines beneath them, not when the ground gave way to cloud, not when the world below became something distant and irrelevant.He sat back instead.Still.One hand resting against the armrest, the other loosely curled in his lap, fingers occasionally tightening without him realizing it. His gaze stayed forward, fixed on nothing in particular, like if he focused hard enough on the absence of thought, everything else would stay contained.It didn’t.Selene’s face kept resurfacing.Not the one he knew. Not the one he had trusted, that had been so clear and branded in his mind.This one was unclear, broken into tiny fragments.The tilt of her head.The way her shoulders moved when she spoke.That moment—when she turned.And looked exactly like herself.His jaw shifted slightly.No.That wasn’t enough.It
Two hundred and eleven
…Time to face reality.”The words didn’t sit right with him.They felt… premature.Like something he said just to avoid thinking too hard about what came next.Eli stood there for a moment longer than necessary, the chip resting between his fingers, turning it once, then again, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular as Elara’s laughter—faint, distant—still echoed somewhere at the back of his mind. It didn’t belong here. Not in this space. Not in this silence.His jaw tightened slightly.Then he moved.The laptop slid open with a soft click, the sound unusually loud in the quiet of the room. He didn’t rush. If anything, his movements were slower than usual, controlled in a way that almost looked deliberate, like if he took his time, whatever waited inside that chip would somehow change.It didn’t.The moment it connected, the screen flickered once, then steadied.Leonhart’s voice came first.“…you’re approaching this incorrectly, Eli…”Eli leaned back slightly, one hand resting agains
Two hundred and ten
That night lingered longer than it should have, longer than Eli had prepared his mind for.That night.That table by the glass.The way the city had stretched endlessly beyond them, lights blinking like a quiet promise that something bigger existed outside of everything Eli had known before.Even now—Days later—It stayed.It wasn't loud. Nor overwhelming.Just… there.Like something that refused to be forgotten.Eli sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tapping slightly against the wooden nightstand, his gaze unfocused as the memory slipped in again.Elara’s face.That exact moment when she had taken her first bite—And then paused.Her eyes lifting slowly to his, suspicion fading into surprise… and then something softer.Warmer.“You’re smiling again.”Her voice had broken through the moment back then just like it did now in his head.He had been smiling. He hadn’t even realized it.---That night hadn’t ended at the restaurant.It had stretched.Unplanned. Unstructured. Perfect.The
Two hundred and nine
Eli didn’t remember the last time he woke up feeling like this.There was no sharp pull in his chest.No immediate weight pressing against his ribs.No urgency clawing its way into his thoughts the second his eyes opened.Just… quiet.Real quiet.The kind that didn’t feel like it was holding it's breath, waiting for the most unexpected moment to break.This one felt…. earned.His arm was still wrapped around Elara, her body tucked into his side like she had never left that space. Like she belonged there.Like she always had.For a few seconds, he didn’t move.Didn’t think, just stayed, staring the beautiful pattern of the ceiling.Then—It came.It didn't land loudly. Nor in an aggressive form.It came in a slow drift of awareness slipping back in.Victor. The chip.Eli’s gaze shifted slightly, unfocused as the memory surfaced. The weight of it. The unknown of it. The fact that it was sitting somewhere in his world now—waiting.Then—The Meridian Circle. Constant. Unresolved.Still ahe
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