Betrayals and Ultimatums
Betrayals and Ultimatums
Elara’s eyes blazed with anger as she listened to Charles‘ words, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Selfish?” she seethed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “How dare you call me selfish after all that you’ve done?”
Charles stood frozen, his eyes flickering towards the door, contemplating his escape. But Elara was far from done. She advanced towards him, her voice low and menacing. “You betrayed me. You sold me out to the Regars, and now you have the nerve to beg for forgiveness? To expect me to show you mercy?”
Elara’s words cut through the tension in the room like a knife. Charles stayed silent, his face pale, as she continued speaking.
“I worked my entire life for the career you helped destroy. I climbed out of the dirt, out of poverty, taking care of my mother and brother along the way. I trusted you!” Her voice cracked under the weight of betrayal. “And now you want me to just let it go because you’re scared of the consequences?”
Charles tried to speak, but Elara wasn’t finished. “You don’t deserve to call yourself a father or a husband. Your son should know the truth about the man he looks up to. And your wife? She deserves better than someone who crumbles when faced with adversity.”
Charles’s face flushed with anger. “I try to make you understand, but it seems you don’t,” he scoffed. “Or are you just pretending to be daft?”
“How dare you!” Elara yelled, hitting him in the chest. He didn’t bother hiding his true colors anymore. He was showing her the real him.
“After all, I was the one who helped you with everything you know!” he whispered, yanking his hand away. “Please, let’s stop this.” He paused, looking into her burning face. Her expression looked like she could kill him right there and then, but he didn’t care. “It’s for the best. Daniel is down, and there’s no need to bring up the news the citizens have already forgotten.”
“My reputation needs to be restored. I need to find a job to support my family.”
“So? You’re married, Elara. Get the facts straight. You lack nothing,” he said coldly. “You don’t have to worry about working. Enjoy the rest of your life in luxury.”
Her eyes burned with hatred. She couldn’t believe she had once looked up to this devil as a mentor–as someone she trusted. “I will expose you and make sure you pay for everything,” she vowed. “And as for your son, you should have thought about him before you did that to me—to my family.”
“Shut up, bitch,” Charles shouted, unable to contain his anger any longer. She was becoming too much for him, her relentless accusations pushing him over the edge.
Elara’s eyes narrowed. “You will turn yourself in, or I’ll make sure every piece of evidence I have sees the light of day. You’ll lose everything, Charles, and when you do, it’ll be because you chose this path.”
“What the hell is happening here?” Margaret’s voice echoed as she walked into Charles’s office. Her eyes fell on the furious Elara. She smirked. “What is Mrs. Blackwood doing here alone with a man?”
“What do you mean?” Elara asked, turning to face her. She was still angry, but seeing another annoying person only fueled her rage. “Tell me.”
‘Amarried woman,” Margaret trilled off, her eyes darting from Charles to Elara. “Alone with another married man–having a private conversation.”
With a trembling body and a heart filled with anger, Elara approached Margaret, who stood at the door’s entrance. ‘Slap!‘ Margaret’s smirk faded into a scornful expression. She staggered slightly, her hand instinctively reaching up to touch her cheek where Elara’s hand had landed. Her eyes widened in shock, quickly transforming into a cold, steely glare.
“You’ve made a grave mistake, Elara,” she hissed, her voice dripping with menace. “For slapping me.”
“Idiot,” Elara whispered. “That slap was meant to shut your mouth and stop you from assuming everyone is like you.” She paused. “screwing Charles.” Margaret’s expression turned to one of shock. “Oh, or did you think I didn’t know about you two?”
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‘You…” Margaret stammered. “Stop making assumptions about what you don’t know.”
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“Really? Do you think I didn’t see him fucking you in here?” Elarascoffed. “As well as in the toilet. He screws you anywhere he pleases.”
“Stop,” Margaret warned, her tone filled with desperation.
“You should keep quiet when I’m speaking,” Elara shoved her in the chest. “And stop acting so arrogantly, fool, unless you want me to expose you as his mistress.”
“I’m sorry,” Margaret apologized, her voice trembling. “Please don’t.”
“Behave yourself and get lost.” Elara raised her hand in warning as she addressed the shaken Margaret.
“Yes… Yes…” Margaret rushed out of the door, leaving Elara alone with Charles.
“You knew about it?” Charles asked, his tone softening.
“Yes. I know you’re cheating on your wife with her, but I kept quiet,” she stated. “I kept your secret, but what about you?”
He walked back to his desk, showing no sign of remorse.
“You know a lot about me,” he muttered, taking his seat like a gentleman. “A lot.”
“Consider this your final warning,” she said without looking back. “I won’t give you another chance.”
As the door closed behind her, Charles’s facade of calm shattered. Alone in his office, he buried his head in his hands. He needed to act fast. Smiling to himself, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his contacts, he dialed a number.
“Asher, I have a job for you,” he said.
“Who?” A deep, husky voice asked on the other end. “Can’t I just get rid of them? You know I enjoy killing more than kidnapping.”
Asher was a shadow in the criminal underworld, known for his ruthlessness and precision. His reputation as a notorious killer had been built over years of executing high–profile hits without leaving a trace. Politicians and powerful figures hired him to eliminate their adversaries, and he operated with cold efficiency that made him both feared and respected. And the officers had
been on his trail without success.
“No,” Charles replied. “I need to put her in her place before getting rid of her.”
“That’s more like it.” Asher’s sinister laugh echoed through the phone. “Who is it?”
“Elara,” Charles replied. “Elara Blackwood.”
“You mean Damian Blackwood’s wife?” Asher asked, surprised. “How’s that gonna work?”
“Come on, man. I know you, Asher. You can handle this. You’re a professional.” He paused, recalling their long history tether as schoolmates and best friends. “Don’t worry about how to get her. She just left my office. No bodyguard, just her and
driver.”
“Consider it done. I’ll call you when the job’s finished.”
Charles laughed as he hung up, satisfied with himself and his plan. She should have listened when he asked her to keep quiet. If she had behaved, he wouldn’t have had to go to such lengths to get rid of her.
