Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel 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." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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.

Teresa ended the call and groaned... she’d just sat down to relax after a grueling day, but a paycheck that size made up for the sudden overtime. She threw off her blanket and got to work.

Meanwhile, Eleanor paced across the room. "How stupid was I?" she whispered, shaking her head bitterly. "To think Jeanne was a gentle stepmother... and Jennifer, a loving older sister."

They had orchestrated her life like a play... every move, every emotion. Puppeteers in velvet gloves.

"How could a father participate in planning 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 father?"

A chilling possibility emerged. What if William Whitmore wasn’t her biological father at all?

"I need to find out the truth. I need a DNA test... as soon as possible."

Back when she first returned to the U.S., Eleanor had reached out to a few of her mother’s former business partners. Through them, she’d pieced together fragments of the truth.

Her mother, Esmeralda Langford, had suffered complications during childbirth and remained hospitalized until her 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 suddenly produced a marriage certificate and claimed Eleanor as his daughter.

On her deathbed, Esmeralda had gathered her partners and declared that all her assets would go to her daughter, Eleanor Langford. She added a 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 her mother’s assets... and, of course, the acting chairman of the company.

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