Chapter Two
“Oh, look who is here?”.... Mireille Morreau, Elara’s cousin said, her voice loud enough to draw attention to Eli who had just walked into Elara's birthday party which was being held at Genevieve Morreau — Elara’s grandmother’s house.
Eli, who was tired due to the distance it took from his house to this place, and the only available car had been used by Elara sighed to himself, wishing that everybody would ignore him and he could spend time with his wife
“Darling!!! – I know you said I should wait at home for you and how you wanted to surprise me, but grandma threw this party and she said if I didn’t show up on time, we were going to have issues, that’s why I left.” Elara, who had noticed the commotion, said as soon as she reached Eli’s side.
“Oh! – pleeease – you do not owe this man an explanation.” Lucien Morreau, …. Elara’s uncle and Selva’s younger brother said, coming to stand beside Elara.
Unfortunately for Eli, Lucien was about to make an announcement, and a mic was in his hand, so all the guests heard the cruel words he had said to him.
“Uncle, he is my husband, so I owe him every explanation.” Elara responded, her face masked with pain and sadness due to the ugly way Lucien had just spoken to Eli, but in her heart she was joyful and happy about the embarrassment Eli was currently facing.
She had been happy to marry Eli at first, had been in love and wanted nothing more to spend the rest of her life with him, she had known about his situation then, but somewhere deep in her heart, she had believed things would change and Eli would become rich, but with each passing month, and Eli didn’t seem to improve in his finances, and her family had started to look down on her, even her mom had done nothing to hide her disappointment in her choice, Elara had started to detest Eli, and the love she had for him started to fade.
She couldn’t divorce him though, she did not want people to see her as a gold digger and someone who only married for money, so she had continued to pretend as the sad, helpless wife whenever her family insulted Eli and hoped in her heart, that this would chase him away and she could continue to uphold her good perfect persona, and all the insult would go to Eli.
‘Poor husband leaves loving wife due to shame.’ That would bring so many rich suitors to her, who would treat her nicely and try to gain her favour, because they would all believe she was so in love with her husband and she was suffering from immense heartbreak, thereby making it hard to win her heart.
“It doesn’t matter Elara, Hope you are enjoying the party?” Eli asked, a sharp pain cutting through his chest as he looked at his wife’s sad face.
“How could I enjoy the party without you here? —- I was thinking of coming to find you if you had not shown up.” Elara responded, burying her head in Eli’s shoulders as disgust passed through her face.
Eli felt happy immediately and wrapped his arms tightly around Elara, giving her a peck on her forehead.
Genevieve Morreau, Elara’s grandmother watched with displeasure at this show of affection from the podium on which she stood, she had hoped to use this event to look for suitable suitors that were worthy of her granddaughter, but how was she going to be able to achieve that when Elara was putting on a public display with Eli, clearing her throat, she reached for the mic.
“Gift giving will now commence, I would love to invite Elara to join me on this podium.” Genevieve’s voice rang out – sending a smile to Elara's face, she had been wondering how long she was going to need to end this hug, and her grandmother’s voice felt like a saviour in her torment. Elara lifted her head slowly, masking her happiness with sadness as she peered into Eli’s sad eyes. “I have to go now, babe– I will be back soon.”
“I am very certain Eli is not deaf, and he clearly heard your grandma call for you, so I see no reason he should have a problem with that.” Luccien Morreau said angrily, his voice so loud that the ever gossipy guest could hear.
“Unclee!! – Please!!” Elara turned to face her uncle, her face filled with sadness.
“Don’t get worked up, love.” Eli said to his wife as he turned her towards him, planting a light peck on her forehead, making Elara close her eyes immediately, like a girl flustered from shyness due to a kiss like that from someone she loved, but in reality she had closed her eyes immediately to conceal the disgust that had passed through her eyes at the thought of this poor man’s lips on her skin.
“I would love to ask Mr Eli to stop from keeping our guest waiting and allow the beautiful lady I had called to walk up here.” Genevieve said from where she stood, spitting Eli’s name like a curse and poison on her tongue, making the guest whisper harsh words against Eli among themselves, some of their voices not so much as a whisper.
Genevieve smiled from where she was, happy that what she had said was producing the reaction she wanted. She wanted the guest here to see that she had no regard for Eli and didn’t consider him her son-in-law, so they could approach Elara without restraint and try to win her heart.
Elara was her most favoured granddaughter, and she had been extremely annoyed when she learned that she had agreed to marry Eli, Elara was beautiful and could get any man she wanted, so had been confused as to why she would settle for Eli, therefore she had made it her sole purpose to rectify Elara’s mistake, and get her to marry someone that was truly deserving of her granddaughter.
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Two hundred and fifty - four: The Last Part
The sunlight filtered through the window in warm, lazy streaks, catching the dust motes that drifted through Nova's recovery suite like tiny stars adrift in a quiet galaxy.Eli sat beside her bed, one leg crossed over the other, his posture deceptively relaxed. Nova was propped against a mountain of pillows, a straw poking out from between her lips as she sucked the last dregs of her fruit juice. Her color had returned over the past weeks—not fully, but enough. Enough that the hollow beneath her eyes had softened. Enough that her sharp, teasing smile had begun to resurface.She caught him watching her and scowled."Stop looking at me like I'm about to break.""I wasn't.""You were. You've got that face. The one you make when you're trying to decide whether to say something or swallow it."Eli's lips curved faintly. "I don't have a face.""Everyone has a face. Yours just happens to be annoyingly readable when you're not paying attention."He didn't argue. There wasn't any point. Nova h
Two hundred and fifty - three
"...Selene?"His voice cracked before he realized it.For one impossible moment, hope flooded through him with such force it almost hurt."Selene... where are you?"The voice remained gentle. Warm. Exactly as he remembered."If you're hearing this..."The voice stopped speaking for a while, inhaling and exhaling slowly."...then you did it."Eli frowned. His expression slowly changed. The rhythm.Every sentence arrived perfectly measured. Every pause exactly timed.There were no breaths. No hesitation. No emotion changing beneath the words.Only the illusion of it. His stomach tightened."No..."The recording continued."I always believed you would find a way.""You were stubborn enough."A soft laugh escaped through the speaker.The familiar laugh made something twist painfully inside his chest."I wish I could have seen your face when Meridian finally fell."Eli closed his eyes."No..."Carlos had already crossed the room."What is it?"Eli didn't answer.He couldn't.Phoenix spoke
Two hundred and fifty - two
Chapter 252 — GenesisThe first rays of morning had barely broken across Rome when the engines of the private jet came alive.Mist rolled over the runway as the aircraft accelerated into the pale sky, leaving the city—and the war waiting beneath it—behind.Inside the cabin, silence lingered.Carlos sat opposite Eli, a tablet balanced on his knee. The screen filled and emptied with reports faster than he could read them. Another allied intelligence cell had gone dark overnight. A minister who had quietly pledged support had withdrawn after intense political pressure. Every hour the Circle tightened its grip a little more.Carlos finally looked up."You know they'll expect you to stay here.""They expect a lot of things," Eli replied, his eyes fixed on the clouds beyond the window."And you're going to New York anyway.""I have to."Carlos closed the tablet."You've never told me what's hidden there."Eli was quiet for several moments."My father left something behind.""Something Merid
Two hundred and fifty - one
Rome never really slept.Even in the early hours, the city glowed beyond the safehouse windows, gold and white against the dark. Inside, though, there was nothing peaceful about it.The operations room was lit by the cold wash of half a dozen monitors, each one showing a different piece of a world that seemed to be coming apart in slow motion.News feeds. Satellite images. Encrypted diplomatic channels. Military logistics.Carlos had been in the same chair for nearly twelve hours, and it showed. He looked exhausted, but his hands never stopped moving.A secure call ended. He dragged a hand down his face, then glanced toward Eli, who was standing by the window with a mug of coffee he hadn’t touched.“They agreed.”Eli turned from the glass. “How many?”“Four governments are willing to listen.”Carlos brought up four encrypted files on the central display.“Two are ready to share intelligence. One’s offering logistical support. The last one won’t send troops, but they’ll give us satelli
Two hundred and fifty
Silence settled over the chamber with a weight that felt almost physical. One by one, the enormous doors groaned shut behind the departing council members until the final metallic thud echoed through the vast hall. Their footsteps faded into the distance, leaving only the low, steady vibration humming beneath the floor. Eli remained motionless in the chair, the restraints around his wrists giving off a faint electric pulse every few seconds, tightening and adjusting whenever they detected even the slightest shift in his muscles. The chair was not simply holding him; it was studying him. Above, rows of white lights reflected off polished steel, and beyond the reinforced glass the colossal ring suspended inside the glacier pulsed once, slow and patient, as if it were waiting for something only it understood.Eli watched it without blinking. Whatever Meridian had buried beneath Antarctica was not just another machine. Every instinct he had told him that much. Minutes passed, then more,
Two hundred and forty - nine
Consciousness came back in pieces.First, there was the sound of metal groaning somewhere far away.Then the low, steady hum of machinery beneath him.Then the ache, spreading through every bone in his body.And after that, the cold.It wasn't the cold that came from weather or bad insulation. This was deeper than that. It felt old, almost alive, working its way past clothing and skin and settled into his bones making his bone rattle and his teeth clench.Eli opened his eyes.For a few seconds, nothing made sense.His vision blurred in and out, dark at the edges, until the ceiling above him finally came into focus.Black steel.Rows of recessed lights.A thin layer of frost gathering along the seams. He drew in a breath. The air burned on the way down. His wrists moved on instinct.Metal answered.Heavy restraints locked around both wrists and ankles, holding him in a reinforced chair bolted to the floor. They weren’t ordinary restraints either. Fine silver conduits ran through the al
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