The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Blackthorne estate, casting golden streaks across the lavish marble floors. Eleanor stepped into the grand dining hall, her heels clicking softly as she approached the long mahogany table where the Devil Brothers sat.
Alexander sat at the head, dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, his expression unreadable as he sipped his coffee. Sebastian, in contrast, was more relaxed, leaning back in his chair with an amused smirk playing on his lips.
Eleanor took a seat without waiting for permission. The tension in the air was palpable, but she refused to let them intimidate her.
"Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" Sebastian drawled, his voice laced with mockery.
Eleanor met his gaze head-on. "I would have, if my husband hadn't kicked me out of my own bedroom."
Sebastian chuckled, clearly enjoying her defiance, while Alexander's grip on his cup tightened slightly. He remained silent, observing.
"You're awfully bold for someone who isn't wanted here," Alexander finally spoke, his voice smooth yet edged with coldness.
Eleanor tilted her head. "Boldness is necessary when you're surrounded by wolves."
Sebastian let out a low whistle. "I think I'm starting to like her."
Alexander shot him a sharp look before turning back to Eleanor. "You might think you can play games, but don't mistake this for a fairytale. You will never be one of us."
Eleanor leaned forward slightly, a slow smile curling her lips. "That's where you're wrong, Alexander. Your grandfather has already made me one of you. Whether you like it or not, I am here to stay."
Alexander's jaw tensed, but before he could respond, an older woman entered the room.
"Ah, Mrs. Eleanor," the woman greeted warmly. It was Mrs. Hawthorne, the estate's head housekeeper. "Your wardrobe has arrived. Would you like to see it?"
Eleanor smiled. "Of course."
As she rose from her seat, she turned to the twins, her gaze steady. "I'll see you two later. Try not to miss me too much."
With that, she walked out gracefully, leaving both brothers staring after her—one in irritation, the other in amusement.
The game was on.
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