Chapter 11: Eleanor's Resolve

Eleanor sat in her opulent study, the heavy curtains drawn to block out the morning light. The room was filled with the scent of polished wood and old books, but the atmosphere was anything but serene. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more frantic than the last. Richard was in jail, and her carefully laid plans were unraveling faster than she could manage. She could feel the walls closing in on her, but Eleanor was not one to back down. She had faced worse—much worse. But this time, the stakes were higher. She had orchestrated so much to ensure her family’s dominance, to secure her son’s future. But now, that very son was locked away, and Alexander, of all people, was sitting comfortably at the top, running the company that should have been Richard’s. She leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking beneath her. There had to be a way to turn this around. She wasn’t about to let some judge or jury decide the fate of her son. No, she would take matters into her own hand