Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



Hank was jolted awake by the shrill ring of his phone-it was midnight, and on the other end was Renee, sobbing hysterically.

"Renee, didn't we agree Bernie is handling these matters?" Hank grumbled, furrowing his brow with impatience.

Through her tears, Renee wailed, "It's not just about me now! It's your son, Hank! Your son is suffering in my belly! If you don't care about him, why should I keep this baby? I might as well just end it now!"

Hank's expression turned sour. "Alright, alright. Who's messing with you? Eil-what?"

"Eileen! Eileen!" Renee cried out. "Just look at Twitter; the whole thing is trending!"

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" Hank tried to reason. "If it's trending, the inte will crucify her. You'll wake up tomorrow, and she'll be history."

"You don't get it! I was attacked, Hank! Where were you? What am I to you, anyway?"

Hank choked on his words, at a loss for how to soothe her.

"And she's got Egbert backing her up; she won't go down easily," Renee continued. "I don't care; you have to take care of her. She even left a number for you, challenging you. She doesn't respect you at all, Hank. Do you want to see me and your unborn child dead before you're happy?"

With no other option, Hank consoled her. “Alright, send me the number. I'll handle it. You'll be satisfied. Happy now?"

Relieved, Renee immediately sent over the contact details.

After hanging up, Hank dialed the number and was met with a man's polite voice.

"Good evening, Mr. Iverson. This is Gentry, the general manager at Nathan Finance. I'm pleased you could call to address the situation. Regarding the incident with your mistress, Ms. Renee, she has slandered and spread false rumors about our chairwoman, Ms. Eileen. How do you intend to compensate for these transgressions?"

Hank was speechless. He confirmed the number again-it was correct.

"Who did you say you are?" he asked, his brows knitted in confusion.

"I'm Gentry, the general manager at Nathan Finance, also personal assistant to our chairwoman, Ms. Eileen. Are you calling to discuss the settlement?"

Without a word, Hank hung up the phone. He was about to call Renee for clarification when a loud banging on the door startled him.

At the door stood his estranged wife, Fidelia, her face showing signs of age despite her attempts at preservation. Without preamble, she slapped Hank across the face.

"What's wrong with you?" Hank demanded, grabbing her wrist in anger.

Fidelia shook off his grip and tossed a stack of papers at him. “Divorce papers. Sign them.”

Shocked, Hank retorted, "I thought you didn't want a divorce?"This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Fidelia scoffed, "I didn't want to give you and your mistress the satisfaction. But now, I refuse to be dragged down by you two. Sign them, divide the assets, and let's be done. I won't mix with trash like you!"

She then turned and retreated to her room without another glance.

The next morning, Eileen was casually scrolling through Twitter when Gentry called, recounting the night's events and noting Hank's subsequent delay of his meetings, presumably to deal with the divorce.

"Fidelia's acting fast," Eileen yawned lazily.

"Fidelia is a powerhouse," Gentry replied. "She's been pivotal to Iverson Group's success. Hank's just gotten old and foolish, offending his wife for a fling."

Eileen stretched, "Isn't that what men do? Ambitious in youth, seeking legacy in success. Fidelia can't have kids because of Hank, and now he's forgotten all past loyalties."

Gentry argued, "Not all men are like that..."

Eileen interrupted, "Send Fidelia the recordings and documents. If all goes well, Hank will end up with nothing. In return, I'll just take 35% of Iverson Group's shares, a small token for a new friendship."

Gentry laughed, "That's harsh."

"Harsh?" Eileen mused. "Maybe just 34.5%, to be fair."

After a brief pause, Eileen ended the call and her phone returned to the Twitter feed, buzzing with the overnight drama. The top comment under Eileen's tweet was from a user named "Eileen's Sidepiece," teasing about gender. She sighed, amused and bewildered by the inte's unpredictable focus.

A user had posted online, "Eileen doing drugs now?"

The third top comment read, "Posting the actual fight? Are you tough or just dumb?"

The fourth top comment was even more condemning, "What issue could possibly be so big that you can't talk it out? You had to get physical, and the girl you hit was pregnant, no less. I liked you, but whoever throws the first punch is in the wrong. That's it for me, unfollowed."

This fourth comment had amassed over thirty thousand likes.

The replies to that comment also ran over ten thousand, all in agreement with the commenter.

Below that, the comments were largely a barrage of insults aimed at Eileen.

A minority ofizens said they'd wait for an explanation, but the majority seemed convinced that Eileen's sudden rise to fame had gone to her head, filling her with an arrogance that knew no bounds.

Eileen nodded, scrolling through the comments and muttered, "Now that's more like it. My throwback moment to when I was universally criticized online."

After a while, she logged off Twitter, changed her clothes, and headed to the set.

Eileen arrived later than usual and immediately sensed that the crew's glances were off.

When Carrol saw her, he frowned and said, "Come with me."

Eileen obediently followed Carrol into the makeup room.

Inside, Egbert was scrolling through his phone, while Renee was crying.

Renee's face was marked with ten distinct finger prints, impossible to mask with makeup.

Seeing Eileen enter, a flash of triumph flickered across Renee's tear-reddened eyes.

Then she continued sobbing, lamenting to Carrol, "I'm so sorry, sir, this is all my fault. I can't shoot like this, I'm wasting Mr. Reed's time..." Egbert suddenly spoke up with icy clarity, "So you're aware that you're wasting my time?"

Renee fell silent.

Carrol shot Egbert a glare, then turned to Eileen, his face dark with anger. "Don't you have anything to say?"

Eileen thought for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, director, I owe you an apology too. It's just that I've never met someone as bad luck as Ms. Renee.

I didn't control my strength when I hit her, went too light. But don't worry, I'll learn from this. Next time, I'll make sure to hit her hard enough that she won't be able to leave her house, no more holding back!"

The room fell silent.

Then Egbert chuckled, breaking the quiet.

Renee's expression twisted with rage.

She glared at Eileen, refusing to argue over petty insults, especially since Eileen's downfall seemed guaranteed.

Sticking to her innocent victim facade, Renee covered her face and resumed her wailing. Just then, Renee's assistant barged in, panic-stricken." Renee, it's... it's bad news!"

Renee, tearfully annoyed, shot her assistant a glare.

Eileen noticed the assistant was clutching a phone with Twitter open.

So she pulled out her own phone.

After browsing for a moment, Eileen smiled at Carrol. "Director Carrol, watch me perform a magic trick."

Then, she read aloud to Renee.

"Trending at number five: The most shameless mistress."

"Trending at number four: Renee, get out of showbiz."

"Trending at number three: Renee apologizes to Eileen!"

"Trending at number two: Public News condemns Renee."

"Trending at number one: Eileen, did you hit her so softly because you skipped breakfast?"

Eileen put down her phone and pointed at the now pale, shocked Renee across from her, exclaiming excitedly, "Director Carrol, look, look at her face, how magical it changes so fast!"