Charles sat in his den, drumming his fingers on the surface of his desk, impatiently waiting for his servant Gustave to return.
It had been three months since Eleana had left him. Three very long months. Charles had not had one night of peaceful sleep since Eleana left him. He had a search time looking for her every day and every night but their was no sign of her in Dijon at all. He demanded his search team to start looking up North in Paris, hoping they would have better luck their. They had been to Paris before, to celebrate their engagement and Charles remembered how much she adored the city and how she hinted that she one day would want to live their.
Charles got out of his chair, picked up a piece of parchment that was on his desk, walked up to the nearest window and began to stare out to the horizon. What did he do to push her away? He was giving her a lifetime full of wealth and his trust. Was their really another man? Or was that just her excuse to escape?
All these thoughts drove Charles crazy. The more he reread the letter she left him, the more the questions burned inside his mind. He must have read the letter a million times, as if reading it would somehow make her come back.
He pulled the sheet of paper, that was in his grasp, just below his eye level and began to read the only explanation Eleana left him once again.
Dearest Charles,
Oh Charles, how do I even start? Well if you are reading this then I assume you are well aware of my absence.
Their is no need to worry, I am fine. But I have to ask you not to look for me. Charles, in my heart, me and you were just friends. Two little Lotte's who grew up together as we watched and guided each other throughout the obstacles of life. Yes, you have provided me with the house of my dreams, a lifetime full of wealth, and the trust I never thought was even capable between two human beings. But I have to ask myself this: How do I go on living my life married to my best friend, when I do not love him? Of course I love you, but it's a family love, much like how I love my brothers. Because you have every right to know, I am in love with another man. He will keep me safe, and will provide me with the love that no women could ever dream of. I wish you a lifetime of happiness. Please go on living your life, pretending as if I never existed.
Farewell,
Eleana R.
Charles closed his eye's tight in order to not let any of the tears in his eyes escape. How could she ask that of him? How was it possible for him to go on living his life when he knew she was somewhere out their, in the arms of a stranger? How could she ask him just to pretend as if she never existed? Was she really that selfish?
But he knew what had to be done. He needed to find Eleana. He needed to find the man she loved. He needed to kill him.
Charles then saw his servant, Gustave, running through his large front yard waving a sheet of paper in his hand with pure excitement. He had news. Good news.
Charles ran out of his den, making his way through his mansion. He rushed down two flights of stairs, as fast as possible. He ran past the dinning room, the kitchen, and then the living room to finally arrive to the entrance of his house. He opened the door, just as Gustave put up his minuscule hand to knock mahogany wood.
"What is it? News? Did they find her?"
Gustave was out of breath, he had his hands on his knees trying to regain his strength. But Charles did not have the patience.
"They- saw- Moulin- Rouge- Eleana- dancer-" Gustave panted.
Nothing he had just said made any sense to Charles. But he heard Eleana's name, which he hoped meant something.
"Let me see!"
Charles snatched the paper out of Gustave's hand to read it himself.
Viscount Charles Molière,
Good news. We've spotted Ms. Eleana Rochette. One of our search team recruits, to our luck, decided to abandon his work and go down to a dance club called Moulin Rouge in Paris. That is where he saw Ms. Rochette. She works their as a dancer, so we were told. The head of the Moulin Rouge named Harold Zidler informed us she joined not too long ago and he calls his dancers his Diamond Dogs.
-J.E.K.
"Gustave, get the carriage driver over here now!"
Gustave nodded his head and ran back outside.
Without a second thought, Charles ran upstairs into his room, put on one of his nicer suits, and his hat he wore for going out. He grabbed a handful of francs. Just as he was almost out the door, he remembered he forgot something.
He walked back into his bed room and opened the nightstand closest to his bed to retrieve an item.
His revolver.
Short chapter, i know. But ah i think it's really good. Left you all with a cliff hanger (i know how much you love those)*sarcasm* The more reviews I get the faster I update guys :D Thanks, I love you all sooooo much :P
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