Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Chapter 409 Personal Chef

Anastasia nodded wearily. She gazed at Elliot pensively while he slept soundly under the dim glow of the lights. The sedative had evidently overpowered the effects of the drug from earlier, and the IV solution was being transfused slowly through a tube that was attached to his strong arm by a short needle.

As she watched him, she began to wonder if Aliona had planned on forcing herself onto him before making him take responsibility later.

The plan was a good one, admittedly, but unfortunately for Aliona, Anastasia caught on to it and thwarted it in time.

Anastasia was incredibly relieved that she had attended the benefit gala with him tonight. Had she not been there, he would have fallen into Aliona’s evil clutches. She had come upon him lying unconscious in Aliona’s hotel suite, and with the effects of the drug snatching away his voice of reason, she couldn’t help wondering if he and Aliona would have gone all the way had she not intervened.

Eventually, she fell asleep. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt herself being picked up and pulled into a warm and comforting embrace.

It was already 3.00AM when Elliot woke up to see that the girl had dozed off on the couch with his suit jacket draped over her. He felt his gut wrench, and he rose to carry her over to the bed.

The effects of the drug had worn off by then. When he saw the claw mark that ran along the delicate skin of her neck and her tousled hair, his heart twisted.

he blamed himself for having put

was fuming in her suite after her plan was ruined. She wasted no time lashing out at the two security guards who had let Anastasia out of their sight. As things were, she did not stand a

to get your face treated?” the bodyguard asked

the light. She couldn’t believe how savage and persistent Anastasia had

out as resentment and rage burned in her eyes. “I won’t let her

past dawn. She opened her eyes slowly, only to meet the dark and amused gaze of the man sitting next to

instinctively covered her face with her hands. Suddenly, she registered where she was. Wait, how did I even end up in bed? He must

hour. It’s a little late for you to hide your

her hands drop, then turned to look at him

her hair, but when his hand came away with a few broken strands of it, he asked in a pained voice, “Does your scalp still

to weed my hair out with her possum hands! “Not really,” she lied nonetheless as she lifted the covers off her and got out of bed. She was still wearing the dress from last night, though it

dropped them off at Elliot’s villa, whereupon Anastasia hopped into the shower, put on a change of clothes, and went

“Mr. Dora, I just called to let you know that your daughter, Aliona, spiked the drink you gave me last night,” he said

Are you alright, Elliot? I know Aliona can be impulsive, but she never should have gone this far no matter how much she likes you!” Guilt worked its way into Lucas’ tone as he added on the other line, “Please don’t hold it against her. She’s

said, I don’t ever want to see your daughter again,”

I’m truly, truly sorry that she put you through this,” Lucas humbled himself