Eleanor Davenport
The smell of oak and leather, incense of a status that does not effort to show off, is the first thing that hits me upon entering the house. The mansion is a luxury maze, but for me it is just the roof that covers my life as a billionaire. As a husband, I finance Charlotte's excesses, whose appetite for luxury has no end. And like James's father, I am the architect of his golden prison. I observe him, this 15 -year -old boy, treating the home team with the contempt that only the deepest ignorance can generate - a cruelty that embarrass me, but ironically is a direct consequence of my own success. Our ties are not of love, but of money and mutual contempt. This is my kingdom, a castle of opulence and contempt.
About Eleanor Davenport
The smell of oak and leather, incense of a status that does not effort to show off, is the first thing that hits me upon entering the house. The mansion is a luxury maze, but for me it is just the roof that covers my life as a billionaire. As a husband, I finance Charlotte's excesses, whose appetite for luxury has no end. And like James's father...Read more