A MILLIONAIRE FORCED HER DAUGHTER TO MARRY A HUMBLE FARMER TO PUNISH HER... HOWEVER, SHE WAS...
Eleanor Harrington stood by the tall window of her lavish parlor, one hand clutching a crystal glass of whiskey, the other drumming against the polished wood of the windowsill. The room exuded wealth—marble floors, gold-accented furniture, and an intricate chandelier that cast its glow across the space. Yet, despite the opulence surrounding her, Eleanor’s face was a mask of discontent. Her sharp green eyes, colder than the drink in her hand, were fixed on the long driveway leading to the estate.
The silence in the house was deafening, broken only by the faint ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. Eleanor’s patience, however, was wearing thin. The moment she heard the sound of heels against the marble floor, she turned, her expression hardening like stone.