They Broke Me, Now They Beg

The moment the study door closed, she knew she wasn't safe.

Her uncle, Cornelius, stood in the hallway, flanked by two of the family's elder cousins. They blocked her path. Her father emerged from the study behind her, his face a mask of fury, completing the circle.

They had her trapped.

"Eleonora," Cornelius began, his face a caricature of sorrowful concern. "You are being too emotional. We are only thinking of what is best for you."

She stared at him, her silence a wall he couldn't breach.

"This alliance is vital to the future of the Beaumonts!" her father snarled. "Your whims do not matter!"

Another elder chimed in, his voice thin and reedy. "To be connected to the Sterlings is an honor. You should be grateful."

"Grateful?" The word was acid on her tongue. "Grateful that they wish to make me a mistress, so my dowry can serve as a wedding gift for Isabella?"

Cornelius's expression hardened. He played his trump card. "Think of your brother, Eleonora. Arthur's admission to the Royal Knight's Academy will require funds, connections. It requires a strong family."

Her blood ran cold. They were using Arthur against her. Again.

"And my son, Leland," Cornelius continued, his greed finally showing its face. "He also requires capital to secure a better position in the army. Your dowry should be used for the family's glory, on a sharp blade like him."

The final piece of the puzzle clicked into place.

It wasn't just Julian. It was all of them. The entire Beaumont clan, circling like vultures, their eyes fixed on her mother's fortune. They wanted to sell her, drain her dry, and use her wealth to feed their own parasitic ambitions.

This wasn't a family. It was a nest of vipers.

An icy calm washed over her. She knew her mother's family, the Carlisles, held a grudge against her from eight years ago. They were a distant hope, not a present solution.

She needed a power so absolute, so overwhelming, that it would choke the greed in their throats.

She stopped arguing. She simply looked at them, her eyes empty of emotion.

"I will handle my own affairs." She pushed past her uncle, her touch making him flinch.

They were so taken aback by the chilling finality in her voice that no one dared to stop her.

Back in her room, she locked the door.

She went to her mother's jewelry box and lifted the false bottom. Beneath it lay the deeds and ledgers for a vast fortune. Her only weapon.

She walked to the window, her gaze fixed on the distant spires of the capital. She looked toward the imposing shadow of Ironwood Castle.

Who in the entire empire was powerful enough to make the Sterlings and the Beaumonts tremble?

The answer was singular. Obvious.

Grand Duke Alaric Vanderbilt.

The whispers in society were that he was ruthless, cold, and desperately in need of funds for his northern legions.

A plan, so audacious it bordered on madness, bloomed in her mind. She would use her entire fortune to purchase the one thing that could save her.

A title. The most unassailable title in the kingdom.

Duchess of Vanderbilt.

She turned to her loyal maid. "Ruby, prepare a simple but respectable dress for me. And the carriage. We are going to visit a very important man."

Ruby's eyes widened, but seeing the unshakeable resolve in her mistress's face, she simply nodded.

A fire ignited in Eleonora's eyes. It was the desperate, dangerous light of a hunter, cornered and ready to kill.