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Love Or Vengeance

Love Or Vengeance

Author:⛲ fountain_writes

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Introduction
Disowned by her family for refusing a political marriage, Eleanor is left to die. Five years later, she returns, with her babies, to take what rightfully belongs to her. But she is met with questions that needs answers. Would her quest for vengeance continue or would she give up on vengeance to find the answers to the questions that threaten her?
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It was a choice for her to make; not just any choice, but one that would change her life overnight.

Just her outfit alone, showed that she wasn't anyone ordinary. She was practically a goddess. Not just any goddess, but the supreme goddess of beauty. Seems like she had to guts, coming into such a place at such ungodly hour. Just her way of walking made heads turn.

And her looks? Boy! She was beautiful. Nah! 'Beautiful' was an understatement'. She was beauty itself.

She casually walked in and went straight to the bar counter. Though she looked fragile and weak, her appearance was one worthy to be complimented.

But, something seemed off....

'Something must definitely be wrong for someone like her to be in such a place, at such a time.' He thought as he watched her pull a seat next to him.

Damien couldn't help but look closely at the lady beside him. It had been ages since he last took a fancy to the female specie. He found it tiring, and worthless. Naturally, he found the other gender ' morally repugnant'.

Eleanor turned her head to the side and unintentionally locked eyes with the man besides her. She smirked as an idea sparked in her mind.

He was pleasing to the eye.

Black eyes, wavy hair, fair skin..

'He'd do just fine' she thought to herself. She didn't believe that such a perfect man existed, but she just saw one.

El, as she was fondly called wasn't in the 'Castle of Wine' for no reason. Nah!

She had an agenda, she had plans. And the man besides her would suit her plans well.

"Miss, you shouldn't stare so much" Damien said, as he twirled the wine glass in his hand. He felt her staring so much.

Eleanor didn't look away, as he turned to look her in the eye; instead she wrinkled her brows.

"Looks like there's something on your mind" He asked, uninterested.

"Wanna share?"

It was a little unbelievable, his facial expression hadn't changed a bit since she came in. She believes that such men were only trying to play hard to get.

She sneered inwardly.

"Why would I want to share with you?" Eleanor asked with a look of suspicion on her face.

Damien turned to her fully and smiled. His smile wasn't warm, neither was it cold. It was simply...

Business Like.

"You're a strange person" He started with a low tone.

However, Eleanor's tone was the same as his, "What makes you say that?"

"Walking in a dark alley, late this night, aren't you courting death?"

Eleanor remained silent. After a while, she spoke, "I need a drink."

"Drinking wouldn't solve all your problems. You can only ease up a little by pouring out everything to someone who'd be willing to listen."

"Why would I do that?" she finally spoke after a deafening silence.

"Because you're prepared to do so"

Eleanor thought for a while, she indeed wanted to talk about her problems as it was too heavy for her to bear alone.

She raised her head to look at the man before her. He seemed to know everything.

"Come with me" He said as he stood up and stalked walking towards a door. After a few seconds, she decided to follow him.

"You can start talking now" he said lightly as he gave her a glass of water. Eleanor looked at the glass of water in her hand for a while, before taking a sip.

She took a deep breath and started to speak, "My family disowned me. Simply because I refused to marry the scumbag they wanted."

"He isn't up to your standards,right? He's financial situation isn't good. Am I right?" Damien speculated. It was a usual thing, after all.

Eleanor sneered, "Thought you'd be able to put the rest together. Well, things are different."

Damien's interest was instantly piqued, he didn't expect it'd be a different stereotypical plot, "Finally, something interesting. Go on"

"His status is good. You see, my family took a wedding contract to him and arranged a blind date for me today. I thought it was a normal business run with my father, but little did I know that I would asked to sign a wedding contract with a scumbag. A scumbag who f*cks anything in skirt. Of course, I declined...."

Eleanor spoke everything out even though she hadn't wanted to in the beginning. But, she felt better as the stress had been relieved.

Damien sat quietly for a while, but he began to laugh.

"I stand to be corrected. So, you're leaving, but you're planning on having a one-night stand with a total stranger. For revenge. Right?"

El looked at him and didn't reply.

How did he know?

"I need a drink" She said instead of replying to his speculations, because he was in fact right.

Damien smiled as he had gotten the answer from her silence. She wanted a one night stand and he wanted it too, so...

"If that's the case, let's play it"

"Scram!" Eleanor shouted.

Damien laughed at her reaction.

"There's no use having a guilty conscience. Don't tell me you didn't expect it? You most definitely did!

"I'd tell you why you plan on a night stand. It is so that you can conclude your life after being assaulted. Actually, it's better if we do it when you're sober. That way there'd be no regrets and you'd be able to experience the pleasure in it. Or do you plan on doing it when drunk?"

He was being too plain, Eleanor thought as she looked at him.

Eleanor burst into a fit of laughter suddenly, "Say, you've had eyes on since I walked in, yea?"

"Who wouldn't? Though I reckon you are around 18-19 of age, you are still attractive"

He replied in all honesty. Damien wasn't one to keep secrets.

"Although I'm a very picky man, I don't just touch any woman. So you should feel honored" he added as he sipped from his wine glass.

Eleanor looked at him. He was quite a narcissist, but, given his exquisite and well defined looks, he had the rights to be a narcissist.

"You up for it? We don't have all day. Shall we play it?"