Chapter 276
Chapter 276:
If they framed the story around Eleanino’s admiration for him, the speculation would be relentless. People would assume Eleanino was the mysterious Mrs. Wilson. Helena could not bear to watch Alden’s name dragged into the tabloids alongside another woman’s face. Her love for him burned just as fiercely as his did for her.
Something in her voice made Meredith pause. She adjusted her glasses and studied Helena with a keener gaze. Seconds passed. Then Meredith asked slowly, deliberately, “What exactly is your relationship with Mr. Wilson p>
Helena wasn’t surprised by the question. This moment had been a long time coming. Both Dorian and Eleanino were notoriously hard to pin down for interviews, but she had landed exclusive interviews without breaking a sweat. And Alden? He had only given two interviews in the last year—both of them to her.
Meredith was sharp. Too sharp not to notice the pattern. There was no use denying it now.
“I am his wife,” Helena said quietly, her voice steady. “But our marriage is private p>
Meredith took the revelation in stride. Her reaction was cool, professional—neither impressed nor judgmental.
“Drawing too much attention to your personal life is never wise in this line of work,” she said simply, and shifted the conversation back to business. “But if the two of you ever go public, I expect Genie TV to get the exclusive p>
A wave of relief swept through Helena. What she had feared most was preferential treatment. She did not want doors to open for her because of Alden. She wanted them to open because she had earned her place.
“I promise, Genie TV will have the story,” Helena said. Then she met Meredith’s eyes, her voice firm with purpose. “But in p>
“Return, I want to be considered for a news anchor position. That role should be based on ability, not just years of experience p>
As she spoke, her eyes gleamed with confidence—clear, unwavering.
For a brief second, Meredith looked almost taken aback by it. Then she nodded slowly, as though responding to something beyond the words. “Alright. I will give it some thought p>
Later that day, Helena was reassigned to cover a tragic collapse at the city’s main highway overpass. She arrived at the scene with her colleagues, who quickly unpacked the gear, positioned cameras, and adjusted mics.
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Helena took the microphone from the crew with practiced ease. She was just about to go live when something out of place caught her eye. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce glided slowly past the police barricades.
A familiar car. Alden’s car.
Sitting beside him in the front passenger seat—elegant, composed—was Eleanino.
Eleanino slightly lowered the car window, her eyes sparkling with clarity. As the car passed by Helena, their gazes locked intentionally, followed by a teasing smirk.
Though they had exchanged contacts via WhatsApp during their first meeting, silence had prevailed until now.
As Alden’s Rolls-Royce faded from view, Helena’s phone buzzed with a new message: “Caught up with some urgent business with Alden, so I can’t step out to greet you. My apologies p>