Chapter 440

The place where they met was the closest point to the ocean in Chicago Bay. The ground beneath them was a jagged bed of rocks, heaped together by the relentless tides. Just a few steps forward, and one would find themselves facing the vast, surging seascape—an endless stretch of tumultuous waves crashing against the rocky shore with an unforgiving force, as if they could consume everything in their path. Eleanor stood at the precipice, bound in thick iron chains. The cold metal bit into her wrists as the salty breeze whipped through her hair. She remained eerily still, though the situation was anything but calm. A few feet away, Samuel barked ordered at a group of men dressed in black. At his command, they split into two factions—one rushing towards Eleanor, the other advancing toward the yacht anchored not far from the shore. The tension thickened, the stakes clear. Robert was preparing to throw Eleanor into the sea. If he couldn't be stopped in time, the only way to save her was by i