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I pitched forward, barely catching myself before I faceplanted.
Before I could turn around, she yanked the long white tablecloth with both hands. Drinks, cakes, fancy canap? towers-all of it crashed to the floor in one glorious, sticky mess.
The entire ballroom snapped to attention. Heads whipped round so fast, I swear I heard a few necks crack.
And right on cue, Serenna threw herself into the spotlight like she’d rehearsed for it.
“Oh no! Eleanor just trashed the party! She’s ruining everything!”
The words had barely left her mouth before there was a loud smack.
I shook out my stinging hand.
“You tore the tablecloth off and tried to pin it on me. You think I’m blind?”
Catherine clutched her cheek.
“It wasn’t me! It was you! You pulled it by accident… I swear…”
Yvaine snapped out of her shock and delivered a slap of her own, this one right across Serenna’s pretty little face.
“You really thought that stupid stunt would work? You think everyone here’s as thick as you?”
Serenna screeched.
“How dare you hit me! I saw it with my own eyes-Eleanor ruined the party on purpose!”
She grabbed a random glass of wine off the wreckage and aimed it at Yvaine’s face.
I lunged to block it, but the wine still splashed down Yvaine’s shoulder, soaking half her dress.
I had been holding back all night. I really had.
But that was it.
I grabbed Serenna by the hair and yanked.
“Go on. Try throwing another drink. See what happens.”
Serenna howled like a dying cat, scrabbling at my hands.
Catherine tried to rush over to help her, but Yvaine blocked her with a shove.
“You want a scene?” Yvaine said, wild-eyed and grinning.
“Fine. Let’s give “em a bloody show.”
“So who’s the poor girl you’ve tricked into getting engaged to you without telling anyone? Reginald demanded. The least you can do is introduce her.”Reginald Laurent. Sebastian’s biological father. Walking proof that money couldn’t buy competence.
He looked the part-mid-forties, still in decent shape, sharp enough jawline-but inside? Empty.
Everyone in Skyline City knew old man Edouard, king of Laurent Global Holdings, would rather set fire to his empire than hand Reginald the keys.
The guy didn’t have the grit. Never had.
Maybe Reginald knew it too. Maybe that was why he spent most of his time punching down, taking out his insecurities on people who could not punch back. Like young Sebastian.
Once upon a time, Sebastian used to care. Used to wonder why his father treated him like he was something scraped off a shoe.
But those days were dead and buried.
Sebastian did not even look up from his laptop. He had a conference call with London, Paris, and Frankfurt in two minutes. Reginald barging in, as usual, wasn’t enough to break his focus.
“She’s here at the party. You’ll meet her soon enough,” Sebastian said, voice flat.
“But, Seb, what your father means is, we don’t know anything about her,” Gwendolyn Laurent piped up.
“I mean, sure, we know her name and that she’s a…” Her mouth twisted like she was chewing glass, “a barista. But are you sure this is the right match? You need a wife who can handle the mayor’s galas, investor dinners, charity auctions. Is a barista really going to survive in our world?”Sebastian finally looked up, staring her dead in the eye.
There it was. Fake concern, real agenda.
Gwendolyn wasn’t worried about his sudden engagement. She was thrilled.
Sebastian marrying a “nobody” meant her precious son, Declan, might actually stand a chance. In her twisted daydreams, Declan wasn’t just going to inherit Laurent Global Holdings, he was going to snatch Titanova Corp out from under Sebastian too.
Sebastian shut his laptop with a click.
“Whether she’s up to the job is none of your concern. And I didn’t ask for your worthless opinion.”Reginald’s nostrils flared.
“She’s your mother! Show some respect!
“Step-mother,” Sebastian said, dragging out the first syllable like he was scrubbing it with sandpaper.
“And while we’re on the subject, I didn’t ask for yours, either.”He hit the intercom.
“Gareth. Get them out. Whoever let them in-dock his pay for three months.”
“Yes, boss,” came Gareth Stone’s dry reply.
Thirty seconds later, the head of Sebastian’s security detail walked in Mr and Mrs Laurent,” Gareth said, holding out an arm.
“This way, please.”Reginald opened his mouth like he was about to argue, then caught the look in Sebastian’s eyes and thought better of it.
The moment the study door shut, Sebastian patched through his international call.
Titanova Corp usually ran like a well-oiled machine, but certain things-like shady local governments and militia groups who thought bribes were a national sport-still needed his personal touch.
Half an hour later, he wrapped up the call, adjusted his suit with a sharp tug, and was about to head downstairs when Dominic Everett, his assistant, hurried in.
“She here?” Sebastian asked, already knowing the answer.
Dominic, used to Sebastian’s one-track mind where Eleanor Vance was concerned, nodded.
“Miss Vance has arrived.” He hesitated, then added, “But there’s been an… incident.”
“Spit it out.”
“She’s… ah, fighting someone in the ballroom. As in, actual fistfight. Not a verbal argument,”Sebastian’s jaw tightened. His entire expression darkened like someone had switched off the lights inside him.
He brushed past Dominic without a word and stormed towards the stairs.
Cassian Langford, looking half-asleep and rubbing his face like he had just lost a brawl with his pillow, caught up to him.
“What’s all the noise downstairs?” he asked, voice still scratchy.
When his friend didn’t answer, Cassian jogged after Sebastian, but almost crashed into his back when Sebastian abruptly stopped at the landing.
Following Sebastian’s line of sight, Cassian peered down.
Bloody hell,” he muttered, eyes widening.
“When you invited me to the party, I didn’t know it was going to be gladiator-style.”
The ballroom was chaos. Guests scrambled back, forming a rough ring around the brewing disaster in the centre.
Sebastian recognised Eleanor’s friend Yvaine, who’d just kicked Catherine square in the gut. Not hard enough to do real damage -she was in a dress that was more for show than combat-but it was enough to block Catherine from throwing herself in front of Serenna like a budget bodyguard.
Catherine seized her moment. Tears poured down her face like someone had flipped a switch.
“Elean, I was only trying to help,” she sobbed.
“You pulled the tablecloth and knocked over the buffet by accident. I was just helping you pick up the pieces. Why would you hit me? And Serenna was only trying to help, too!”A few of her cronies, already planted at the party like bad weeds, caught her frantic glances. They rushed over to back her up.
“You can’t just go around hitting people!” one of them screeched.
“Yeah, what the hell? This isn’t a bloody food market!” another barked, full Karen-mode activated.
Yvaine, scrappy but outnumbered, started looking boxed in.
Before Sebastian could even blink, Eleanor moved. She stormed up, grabbed Catherine by the hair like she was yanking weeds, and slammed her halfway to the marble floor.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re pulling. You set this whole thing up, didn’t you?
Her fingers twisted harder. Catherine whimpered. Eleanor did not let up. With her other hand, she still had a death grip on Sererma.
Screams and curses ricocheted around the room. Everyone else was freaking out.
Sebastian didn’t see any of it.
He only saw her.
He stood on the stairs, fists clenching, watching Eleanor-tiny, furious, unstoppable-pinning two grown women like it was nothing.
Her arms looked slim, but damn, she was strong. Catherine and Serenna could not even lift their heads.
Eleanor held herself like a queen. Her spine was straight, her chi tipped back slightly, the diamonds around her neck catching the chandeliers and tossing the light back like a thousand tiny knives.
She made dragging two idiots across a ballroom look… weirdly attractive.
“Why are you grinning like an idiot?” Cassian pointed at Sebastian’s face.
“Does a catfight turn you on?”Sebastian touched his face. He hadn’t even realised he was smiling.
But how could he not, when it was Eleanor?
He had been wrong. Eleanor didn’t need rescuing.
She was feisty, fearless, never-let-them-take-an-inch Eleanor.
Soon-to-be-his Eleanor.
Chaos was breaking out, but Yvaine wasn’t exactly losing. She’d landed a kick on everyone who came near, even knocked one guy flat on his arse.
All those kickboxing classes finally paying off.” She even had the me to gloat to me.