Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Lawyer

The police station corridor was noisy . Eleanor felt like a ghost drifting through the crowd. Her eyes searched frantically for that tall figure.

Right there. At the end of the corridor, Damian stood beside a buzzing vending machine. He was on the phone , his back to her , and the lawyers who had been surrounding him were nowhere to be seen . The passing police officers and detectives kept their distance, a tacit acceptance of his intimidating presence.

A reckless and desperate impulse surged through her. She acted blindly.

Eleanor pushed aside a uniformed police officer and walked straight up to Damian, blocking his way.

Damian's eyes were cold and impatient, a flicker of annoyance crossing them. He hung up the phone without a word. He looked down at Eleanor , his expression like that of a man carefully examining the sole of a shoe and discovering something indecent.

“I know you’re Trent Knight’s lawyer, the one who represented him in my brother’s case,” she blurted out.

Eleanor gave a low, cold laugh , narrowing her eyes. "What good do you think those words will do to me?"

The arrogance in his tone left her feeling choked up. She tasted blood and realized she had bitten the inside of her lip. She had to try. For Leo.

“Please,” Eleanor whispered, “last night… I… that was my first time. Please, let my brother go. He’s innocent.”

For a fleeting moment, a strange glint seemed to flash in Damian 's eyes. But it vanished in an instant, replaced by an even colder mask.

Damian took a step forward, forcing Eleanor to step back until her shoulder slammed against the cold, whitewashed concrete wall. His shoe was only inches away from hers.

He leaned closer to Eleanor and whispered venomously, " I knew you were Leo Hayes' sister before you even stepped into my room. Do you really think you're that smart ? "

The world seemed to tilt. Eleanor felt a chill run down her spine. This was a meticulously planned destruction. Eyes wide open, she walked step by step into the trap. Shock must have been on her face, for Damian's cruel smile had grown even brighter.

Damian raised a hand and gripped Eleanor 's chin, forcing her to look up. "Let me make this clear," he stared at her, "your pathetic seduction, your 'first time'... it's worthless. It can't even get me to change a single comma on a legal document. You are nothing."

A hot tear slid down Eleanor 's cheek and landed on the back of his hand.

Damian recoiled as if burned, a flash of disgust crossing his face. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a dark silk handkerchief, and carefully wiped away the traces of her tears that had stained his skin.

That action utterly shattered Eleanor . Her legs gave way, and she slid down the wall, collapsing to her knees on the floor. All her pride, all her dignity, vanished. Trembling, she reached out and grabbed the hem of his trousers.

“Name your price,” Eleanor pleaded, her voice choked with emotion. “Anything. I’ll do anything. Just get my brother out of Rikers Island prison. They’ll kill him in there.”

Damian looked down at her hand on his trousers with disgust . He jerked his leg back, and her fingers slid off the fabric.

Damian released the handkerchief from her hand. It fluttered down and landed on the floor in front of her—a final and most severe insult.

“Stay away from Trent Knight,” Damian said calmly but menacingly. “If you get any closer to him or touch this case again, I guarantee you won’t be able to find a job cleaning toilets in this city.”

Damian turned and left without looking back.

Eleanor watched him disappear behind the revolving glass doors of the police station.

Eleanor gritted her teeth, her muscles aching. She leaned against the wall, her trembling hands pressing hard against the ground. She forced herself to stand, trying to regain her balance, but her steps remained unsteady.

She roughly wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand, her movements filled with anger. The vulnerability in her eyes was slowly replaced by hardness.

Stepping out of the police station and onto its steps, the chilly morning wind slapped her across the face like a cruel blow. She pulled out her phone; it was a missed call from Leo. She couldn't bear to see him.

She opened her browser, her fingers flying across the screen. Lenox Hill Private Hospital. Emergency room admission.

A link to a gossip column popped up. Trent Knight, heir to the Knight Hotel Group, is recovering from a vicious attack at his private wing in Lenox Hills.

Eleanor has already locked onto her target.

Eleanor took a deep breath of New York air, her breathing rapid and heavy. She shoved her phone back into her bag, and a reckless plan began to take shape in her mind.

Eleanor pulled her coat tighter, stepped down the stairs, and blended into the bustling Manhattan crowd of the early morning. She needed to catch the subway. If Trent's lawyer wouldn't listen to her, she would go directly to Trent, the man who framed her brother.