Chapter 87: Olivia's Truth

Eleanor sat in her study, the dim light from a single lamp casting shadows across her stern features. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, the air barely stirred by the slight whirring of the ceiling fan. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the mahogany desk, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. She had summoned Vargas, her most trusted and ruthless aide, to strategize a way out of the increasingly precarious situation. But no matter how many scenarios they discussed, each plan seemed to crumble under the weight of one undeniable truth: Alexander was becoming more powerful with each passing day. Eleanor’s mind raced, plagued by the growing realization that her control over the situation was slipping. The frustration gnawed at her, turning her usually sharp mind into a battleground of anger and despair. The one plan that remained unshaken in her mind was the most drastic—eliminating Alexander. It would be the final move in this deadly game she had been playing,