Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby
Chapter 29
Chapter 29: A Glimpse of the Past
Eleanor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in her study, her gaze lingering on the dark sky above. The stars were scattered like spilled glitter, faint yet constant, whispering memories of a past she’d tried for so long to forget. In the distance, a plane passed silently overhead, blinking red and white across the heavens.
Her thoughts swirled like a storm cloud. "The assassination order wasn’t for Eleanor Raynor... but for Eleanor Whitmore," she murmured to herself.
That detail changed everything.
"It means the order didn’t come from the business world... and definitely not from the supernatural circles either. If it had, the bounty would be in the millions... not a mere hundred thousand dollars. No, this is personal. It has to be the Whitmore family."
She clenched her fists, brows furrowed in cold realization. "Willow White must have informed Jennifer about my return. And now... they’re desperate. Of course... they would be. The seven-year deadline is almost here. They can’t take any chances."
A wave of memories from her childhood hit her like a gust of winter wind... sharp, sudden, and unrelenting.
Her mother had passed away when she was barely six months old. The only thing she had left of her was a few faded photographs and the business empire she’d built from scratch. Eleanor’s memories before her bloodline awakening had been vague, but afterward, everything was vivid. Strangely, despite the mental clarity, she still couldn’t recall a single moment spent with her mother. Her presence existed only in stories... and regrets.
After her mother’s death, Aunt Isabella had stepped in. A kind woman who claimed to be a distant relative of her mother’s side. Eleanor had no memory of ever meeting another member of her maternal family. She does not even know the names of her grandparents. Nothing. Her mother’s world had been erased... was it deliberate?
She remembered being eight when Jeanne, her "kind" stepmother, suddenly fired Aunt Isabella. Eleanor had cried for days. Jeanne had comforted her, winning her trust with a sweet voice and fake warmth. It wasn’t until now that Eleanor realized she had completely forgotten about Isabella.
Her face darkened.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Teresa. "I want you to find an old lady named Isabella Thomas," she said, her tone low but urgent. "She must be in her early fifties by now. She was my nanny, looked after me until I was eight. After she was fired, I heard she returned to her hometown... somewhere in Birmingham. She once told me her house was near Edgbaston Stadium. Cross-reference the timeline. I want her location by tonight. I want to visit her tomorrow."
"Okay, Boss," Teresa replied.
the call and groaned... she’d just sat down to relax after a grueling day, but a paycheck that size made up
I?" she whispered, shaking her head bitterly. "To
life like a play... every move, every emotion. Puppeteers in
the rape of his own daughter? He even wanted me dead." Her voice cracked, but she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Is he really my
possibility emerged. What if William
truth. I need a DNA test...
to the U.S., Eleanor had reached out to a few of her mother’s former business partners. Through them, she’d pieced together
death. At the time, no one knew who Eleanor’s father was. William Whitmore had worked closely with her mother as a personal assistant and took over managing the company during her illness. After Esmeralda’s death, he
clause stating none of the properties could be sold or transferred until Eleanor turned twenty. William became Eleanor’s legal guardian and temporary custodian of all
months later,
family, second to Jennifer Whitmore, who was Jeanne’s daughter with
Everything suddenly clicked.
speaking in familiar tones. James hadn’t come into her life
James had always come to her rescue in school, playing
started when someone spread a rumor that Eleanor’s mother was a mistress who broke apart the Whitmore family. That Esmeralda had seduced William and given birth to an illegitimate daughter. People had said the
worst part? Eleanor had believed it! Jennifer was her senior, kind and well-liked. Eleanor had resented her own mother, even hated herself for
was no one to tell
always supporting her.
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