Revenge Was Her Final Vow

Chapter Two David Point of view  The document  I sighed deeply relieved that she had left the office. What was I thinking mixing up the document she was supposed to be working on?  I breathed deeply. She was so close to finding out.  I was glad she didn't find out. After seeing how desperate she wanted to get married.  I didn't hesitate to give her what she wanted.  Diana had been a faithful servant to me. Making sure all my business decisions are made with accuracy and ensuring that every deal I get is signed.  I scratched my head. I need a little bit of time to finalise everything and get rid of her.  She was too old for me. A thirty four year old woman.  I couldn't help coming home to her instead of my beautiful princess Eleanor.  To cope with staying with her I had to envision Diana as a maid. That way I wouldn't have to deal with the fact that she was living with me in the same house.  The thought of thinking about her saddened me so much that my face reddened like a tomato.  Eleanor walked into my office. She was wearing a red silky dress and packed her hair in a stylish bun just the way I like it.  She was my dream woman. A twenty-two year old college graduate and an aspiring model.  My true love. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.  She leaned over and brought down her dress to show her perky boobs.  My entire face lit up the moment she walked in. Eleanor. She moved like she owned the room-long legs, careless confidence, youth glowing off her skin like it was currency. Everything Diana no longer was. "Did you miss me?" she asked, lips curving into that familiar, knowing smile. "Of course I did," I murmured, my voice dropping instinctively. She was my escape. My reward. The air that made suffocation bearable. I didn't waste time. I cupped her face, smooth and warm beneath my palms, then pulled her closer by the waist. She fit perfectly there.  "What do you plan on getting me for my next birthday?" she asked, eyes sparkling with expectation. I chuckled softly. God, I loved her audacity. Her hunger. She never pretended to be modest. Instead of answering, I reached for the document Diana had stormed into my office with earlier. I handed it to Eleanor without ceremony. She frowned. "What's this?" she asked, flipping through the pages carelessly. "Take a proper look first, my love," I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind, my chin resting on her shoulder. She huffed. "I was expecting a gold necklace... or maybe a trip to the Maldives." I smiled to myself. "This," I said calmly, "is your ticket to getting whatever you want. Necklace. Trips. Anything." Her movements still. "Really?" she breathed. "Yes, babe." I kissed her softly, slow and deliberate. She finally focused, eyes scanning the page-then widening. Eleanor Williams. C.E.O. The fastest-rising fashion company in the country. Her mouth fell open. "David... is this real?" I stepped back, watching the disbelief bloom into excitement, then something sharper-ambition. I dropped to one knee. From my pocket, I pulled out a gold ring. Elegant. Expensive. Final. "Eleanor," I said, voice steady, practiced, "will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Her gasp was immediate. She didn't hesitate-not even for a second. "Yes," she cried, already reaching for the ring. "Yes, I'll marry you!" She laughed, breathless with triumph, then frowned suddenly. "What about... her?" I scoffed. "The old witch?" I said coldly. "I've wasted enough time." I stood up, sliding the ring onto her finger. "I'm divorcing her," I said simply. "Very soon." Relief flooded her face. She threw her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply, possessively-like she had already won. And she had.