Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 The Addictive Taste of Her

The room was bathed in a warm glow of the lights. The man who sat on the couch had flawless features,

his handsome face the painstaking artwork of the heavens. He wore a finely tailored suit that

accentuated his strong silhouette. At present, Elliot Presgrave’s eyes turned icy as his grandmother’s

steely voice reverberated in his mind.

Elliot, you must take Anastasia Tillman for a wife. I will only have her and no one else as my

granddaughter-in-law in the Presgrave Family.

Right now, however, the only person Elliot was thinking of was the woman whom he had ravished in the

dark all those years ago. That fateful night, his drink had been laced and rendered him so intoxicated

that the only thing he remembered was how the woman had hopelessly sobbed while she begged for

mercy under him.

When all was done, he had taken off his watch and pressed it into her hand, thereafter passing out in the

dimness of that room.

Fast forward to five years later; he was still looking for her. It was just last week when he learned that she

had sold off his watch at the secondhand market, but the news came too late, for his grandmother

insisted that he take some other woman for a wife.

Just then, his phone rang once more. He picked it up and greeted brusquely, “What?”

“Young Master Elliot, we have found the girl. Her name is Hayley Seymour, and she was the one who

personally sold off the watch.”

“Send me her address, and I’ll pay her a visit,” Elliot ordered as an elated gleam flashed in his eyes. The

mysterious girl from that night has finally been sighted! I have to find her, no matter what. I need to make

it up to her for the things I’ve done that night.

Meanwhile, Hayley was in the women’s boutique. She had taken over the boutique a little over a year

ago, but the business had been on a steady decline. Struggling to pay rent, she had tried to come up

with ways to scrape together enough money to tide over. At last, she decided to try to sell the watch she

had in her possession, and much to her pleasant surprise, it fetched a whopping price of five hundred

thousand.

The watch hadn’t been hers, to begin with. Five years ago, the clubhouse staff had contacted her and

told her that they had retrieved a watch from the private room, thereafter prompting her to collect it from

their lost and found department. Upon arriving at the club and seeing that it was a designer men’s watch,

she claimed it as her own without even a second of hesitation.

Since then, the watch had been nestling in her closet until she decided to sell it off at the secondhand © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

market last week. Leading up to the sale, she hadn’t expected that the watch would be worth much, but

that was before she was offered an astonishing five hundred thousand for it.

Hayley was glowing as she stared at the amount of money she had in her account, and she thought

happily to herself, I guess I can live comfortably for a while longer.

At that moment, the door to her boutique swung open, and she quickly rose to greet the customer.

“Welcome to…”

She trailed off then, so stunned that she abandoned the rest of her words.

The man who had entered her boutique stood tall and straight. He was handsome beyond

comprehension, and he carried with him an innate nobility.

It took a while for Hayley to snap out of her daze before she stumbled over her words to ask, “I-Is there

someone you’re looking for, sir?”

That was a fair question, considering she was running a women’s boutique. It was impossible that a man

wearing a refined handmade suit would be here to browse through dresses and the like. He looked like

he stood at six feet two, and there was no mistaking the domineering edge of his presence.

“Hayley Seymour?” Elliot asked as his narrowed eyes locked onto her. He searched her face,

desperately trying to find traces of the woman from five years ago.

“Y-Yes, that’s me. And you are…” She couldn’t quite finish her words; her faculty of speech was going

haywire under the man’s burning gaze.

Having heard her reply, the man reached into his pocket and produced a men’s watch before her, then

asked in a deep, rumbling voice, “Has this watch been in your possession all these years?”

Hayley glanced at the watch and instantly felt the urge to shrink into herself. Blinking guiltily, she

stammered, “Y-Yes, the watch is… mine.”

“And you were the woman from the Abyss Club five years ago? The one who was in Room 808?” Elliot

pressed, eyeing the girl in front of him intently as he thought with a start, Could she really be the girl from

that night?

The wheels in Hayley’s mind began to turn furiously. Room 808 from five years ago… Wasn’t that the

room where Erica and I set Anastasia up? Why is this man asking me about that incident?

Without dwelling too much on this, she answered straightforwardly, “Of course, that was me.”

“Keep this watch from now on, and don’t try to pawn it off again. I’ll make it up to you for what happened

that night,” he said as he handed the watch to her. “I’m Elliot Presgrave. Remember my name, will you?”

Hayley looked up at him in shock. Elliot Presgrave? As in, the heir to Presgrave Corporation, the leading

conglomerate? “Y-You’re Elliot Presgrave?” she asked, so overwhelmed she might collapse.

The man next to Elliot handed her a name card and interjected, “Miss Seymour, this is our young

master’s name card. You may look for him if you need his help in any way.”

She took the card with one shaky hand, and when she saw the shell-shocking name embossed onto the

gold stationery, her heart nearly flew out of her chest. So the guy who slept with Anastasia five years ago

was not the male escort we arranged for her, but this fine specimen who happens to be the heir to the

Presgraves’ family fortune?

As realization dawned upon her, Hayley reached out and grabbed Elliot’s arm, then forced tears to spring

to her eyes as she threw a fit. “You have to take responsibility, Elliot. Do you know how hurt and

traumatized I was after that night?” With that, she looked down and cried crocodile tears, sobbing

miserably like she was the one who had been violated five years ago.

There was only one thing on her mind right now: to step into Anastasia’s shoes and assume the role of

the victim from that fateful night. She was set on having Elliot take responsibility so that she could get

more benefits out of this. Ultimately, she hoped to marry the man and become Mrs. Presgrave.

“Don’t worry, I promise to take responsibility,” the man said solemnly, his husky voice steady and

reassuring.

“Miss Seymour, Young Master Elliot has arranged a villa for you, and you can move in anytime. He will

take care of all your needs from now on.” Elliot’s personal assistant, Rey Osborne, pointed out helpfully.

Hayley’s eyes lit up at once. She was so ecstatic she could pass out. A world of riches and glamor will

soon be in my hands!

“There are some things I have to take care of, so I’ll get going,” Elliot said, then after casting Hayley a

brief look, he turned to leave.

When the door swung shut behind him, Hayley clutched the watch tightly. She was so overwhelmed by

this unexpected turn of events that she could cry. “I’m going to be rich! Rich!” While she celebrated the

windfall, she found herself hoping viciously that Anastasia had dropped dead within the last five years so

that she wouldn’t appear out of nowhere like roadkill.

In the understated luxury ride, Elliot sat in the backseat with his eyes closed. Is Hayley really the woman

from five years ago? Why does she seem different? Or have five years changed her?

The orange rays of the setting sun spilled through the car window and played over the man’s chiseled

features. He looked so handsome that it was hard to believe he wasn’t some valuable piece of art that

belonged in a museum; there was no one who could replicate such fine looks.

He was the true successor to Presgrave Group. He had taken over the reins five years ago and launched

the conglomerate to new heights, so much so that it was crowned first place among the world’s leading

companies.

On that fateful night five years ago, he had experienced his first and only downfall in his lifetime. One of

his rivals had spiked his drink in hopes of manipulating him into ruining his own reputation. Elliot had

saved himself by darting into the private room, but just as the effect of the drug was at its peak, a random

woman scurried in and relieved him of his predicament.

Since then, the fact that he had just ravished and taken away a girl’s innocence had been weighing on

his conscience.

He was sure that she had been chaste up to that night, for when he woke up after the deed, he saw

under the lights of the private room the traces of blood that stained the couch.

As he thought about the scattered mess in the private room that followed his misdeed, he stopped

doubting Hayley’s identity and his impression of her. I have to take responsibility for what I’ve done to

her.

While this was happening, Anastasia was in her apartment somewhere abroad as she said on the

phone, “Got it. Give me three days tops to return to the country and prepare for the competition.”

“Mommy, are we going back?” A small figure wandered over to her side. He wore a blue checkered shirt

and a pair of denim shorts. His features were delicately chiseled, albeit childish. He was only four or so,

but there was unmistakable grace and elegance to his movements.

Anastasia smiled and nodded. “Would you like to go back with me?”