Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 386

Eloise's presence commanded the room as she fixed Tiara with an icy stare that seemed to chill the air around her.

Tiara squirmed, clearly struggling to maintain her poise under the weight of Eloise's disapproval.

A sly smile curved Ravenna's crimson lips. “Eloise, darling, you once told me I couldn't keep anyone's interest. Well, I'm returning the sentiment. Sure, Tiara's under your wing, but she's still free to make her own friends, isn't she?”

“That's right, Ms. Ravenna!” chimed in a voice from the crowd.

Eloise's laugh was light, almost dismissive. “I've missed your wit, Ravenna. But I've heard your ventures are more often stuck in the mud than not. I do hope your business acumen catches up to your sharp tongue.”

Having delivered her barb, Eloise gracefully extricated herself from the exchange.

Ravenna watched Eloise go, Harvey protectively by her side, and she knew better than to start a scene. This was a game Ravenna couldn't afford to lose.

Jealousy nipped at her, prompting a snide, “Just you wait,” shot in Tiara's direction.

Tiara hesitated before speaking, “Ms. Ravenna, you’re just in need of some cash. With the right funding, what can't you launch? And when that happens, you will be pleased.”

Tiara’s words struck a nerve, and Ravenna pondered them just as Dwight swept in with Blake, the charismatic number eight race car driver, Jacob, in tow.

Tiara wasted no time in making introductions, giving Ravenna a special mention. “This is my former boss, Ms. Ravenna, the brains behind several big-ticket projects.”

With the Arellano family’s vast wealth, Dwight was hardly impressed, but Jacob was all ears.

Jacob was tall, with eyes that promised mischief. He and Ravenna exchanged glances that spoke volumes. In no time, they reached an unspoken agreement.

Half an hour later, they were entwined in each other's arms in a hotel suite, their passion as intense as it was fleeting.

Post-coital and draped across the bed, Jacob lit a cigarette while Ravenna nestled into his shoulder, both physically and emotionally sated. Yet, she knew well that Jacob was a player, and their connection was purely carnal.

After a brief rest, their desire reignited, leading to another round of fervor.

When Jacob emerged from the shower, Ravenna didn't bother with modesty, casually inquiring if there would be a “next time.”

He responded noncommittally, his attention seemingly elsewhere. “We'll see. I'll call you if I'm free.”

Ravenna slipped into a robe, buttoning up his shirt for him, her voice low and teasing, “Do you have other women?”

His chuckle was his only reply.

She had other motives for their tryst and pressed him further, “Have you been with Tiara?”

Jacob frowned, distancing himself, “She's the club owner's girl.”

That set Ravenna at ease. Tiara's words held truth.

Buckling his belt, Jacob teased, “Jealous?”

Ravenna's gaze was all allure as she propositioned him with a film role that suited him perfectly—a race car driver, a part still uncast.

Jacob paused, cigarette in hand, considering.

Ravenna stopped dodging around the topic and said straightforwardly, "The project is short of funds. Tiara said you guys make money fast here, but I don't totally believe her. If I let you be the male lead, we're in this together, I believe you wouldn't stab me in the back."

Jacob didn't immediately agree. He said he had no acting experience.

Ravenna eased closer, her voice seductive, “With acting coaches at your disposal, what’s there to fear? With your looks and this film, I can guarantee you'll be a star.”

He took his time, his answer not immediate.

Jacob left the suite, but the party was still going on.

Tiara passed by Jacob with an inscrutable smile.

His gaze finally settled on a stunning woman in conversation with Dwight and Blake in a secluded corner of the banquet hall. The woman, Eloise, radiated a sophisticated charm.

Approaching, Jacob greeted them with a casual “Dwight, Blake... Ms. Laurent!”

Dwight, arm around his wife, waved him over and made formal introductions.

Jacob tossed his pack of cigarettes onto a side table, his smile teasing, “Ms. Laurent, your reputation precedes you!”

Dwight coughed, detecting the underlying jibe. “Easy, Jacob. Blake’s right here.”

Blake’s smile was indulgent. “I don’t mind. Landon was far more pathetic when he was wooing Eloise.”

Dwight feigned outrage, reaching for Blake’s neck. “Who else has a wife as generous as you... Blake, do you love me or Eloise more?”

Blake’s laughter was serene.

As Dwight was pulled away to mingle, Eloise and Jacob were left alone. Jacob’s gaze grew bolder. “I’ve sacrificed so much for you, Ms. Laurent. How will you thank me?”

Eloise met his eyes, her response measured as she slid a check across the table. “For Mr. Velona’s troubles.”

“The remaining half, upon successful completion of our arrangement.”

Jacob looked at the check—twenty million—and smirked, “Ms. Laurent, you’re quite generous.”

Standing, Eloise adjusted her Dior shawl, her tone even, “When money can solve a problem, I see no need for personal sacrifices.”

With that, she vanished into the throng of guests, leaving Jacob contemplating the check and the allure of a smart woman who didn’t bat an eye at his interest—a rarity worth pursuing.

Outside the gleaming façade of the five-star Grandeur Hotel, a sleek black SUV was waiting patiently. Eloise, with her assistant in tow, emerged from the grand entrance.

The car door swung open. Harvey stepped out and swept his wife into his arms, his voice tender as he murmured, “Get in the car, love!”

Eloise smiled back at him. Ever since she learned of his regained memory, her eyes sparkled with an added warmth and affection.

It pleased Harvey, yet, he couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy.

After closing the door for her, he made his way around the vehicle, his peripheral vision catching sight of a figure standing by the entrance.

Harvey recognized the man. Jacob, the illegitimate son of a certain tycoon from Rossland, leading a life of debauchery. The tycoon's legitimate son died in a car accident. Jacob was clearly the only heir, but he still refused to take over the family business, choosing to wander aimlessly instead.

Their eyes locked for a moment. Jacob responded with a light, almost mocking, chuckle, kissing a check he had just pulled from his pocket.

Harvey let out a derisive snort.

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The SUV cruised homeward.

Eloise was unaffected by the encounter. Rather, she seemed to be in high spirits due to some progress in her own affairs.

Harvey stole glances at her throughout the ride. Her curiosity was piqued by the frequency of his stares. She couldn't resist asking, “Why do you keep looking at me?”