Room for You Novel

The room was bathed in a warm glow of the lights. The man who sat on the couch had flawless features, his handsome face the
painstaking artwork of the heavens. He wore a finely tailored suit that accentuated his strong silhouette. At present, Elliot
Presgrave’s eyes turned icy as his grandmother’s steely voice reverberated in his mind. Elliot, you must take Anastasia Tillman
for a wife. I will only have her and no one else as my granddaughter-in-law in the Presgrave Family. Right now, however, the only
person Elliot was thinking of was the woman whom he had ravished in the dark all those years ago. That fateful night, his drink
had been laced and rendered him so intoxicated that the only thing he remembered was how the woman had hopelessly sobbed
while she begged for mercy under him. When all was done, he had taken off his watch and pressed it into her hand, thereafter
passing out in the dimness of that room. Fast forward to five years later; he was still looking for her. It was just last week when he
learned that she had sold off his watch at the secondhand market, but the news came too late, for his grandmother insisted that
he take some other woman for a wife. Just then, his phone rang once more. He picked it up and greeted brusquely, “What?”
“Young Master Elliot, we have found the girl. Her name is Hayley Seymour, and she was the one who personally sold off the
watch.” “Send me her address, and I’ll pay her a visit,” Elliot ordered as an elated gleam flashed in his eyes. The mysterious girl
from that night has finally been sighted! I have to find her, no matter what. I need to make it up to her for the things I’ve done that
night. Meanwhile, Hayley was in the women’s boutique. She had taken over the boutique a little over a year ago, but the
business had been on a steady decline. Struggling to pay rent, she had tried to come up with ways to scrape together enough
money to tide over. At last, she decided to try to sell the watch she had in her possession, and much to her pleasant surprise, it
fetched a whopping price of five hundred thousand. The watch hadn’t been hers, to begin with. Five years ago, the clubhouse
staff had contacted her and told her that they had retrieved a watch from the private room, thereafter prompting her to collect it
from their lost and found department. Upon arriving at the club and seeing that it was a designer men’s watch, she claimed it as
her own without even a second of hesitation. Since then, the watch had been nestling in her closet until she decided to sell it off
at the secondhand market last week. Leading up to the sale, she hadn’t expected that the watch would be worth much, but that
was before she was offered an astonishing five hundred thousand for it. Hayley was glowing as she stared at the amount of
money she had in her account, and she thought happily to herself, I guess I can live comfortably for a while longer. At that
moment, the door to her boutique swung open, and she quickly rose to greet the customer. “Welcome to...” She trailed off then,
so stunned that she abandoned the rest of her words. The man who had entered her boutique stood tall and straight. He was
handsome beyond comprehension, and he carried with him an innate nobility. It took a while for Hayley to snap out of her daze
before she stumbled over her words to ask, “I-Is there someone you’re looking for, sir?” That was a fair question, considering she
was running a women’s boutique. It was impossible that a man wearing a refined handmade suit would be here to browse
through dresses and the like. He looked like he stood at six feet two, and there was no mistaking the domineering edge of his
presence. “Hayley Seymour?” Elliot asked as his narrowed eyes locked onto her. He searched her face, desperately trying to find
traces of the woman from five years ago. “Y-Yes, that’s me. And you are...” She couldn’t quite finish her words; her faculty of
speech was going haywire under the man’s burning gaze. Having heard her reply, the man reached into his pocket and produced

a men’s watch before her, then asked in a deep, rumbling voice, “Has this watch been in your possession all these years?”
Hayley glanced at the watch and instantly felt the urge to shrink into herself. Blinking guiltily, she stammered, “Y-Yes, the watch
is... mine.” “And you were the woman from the Abyss Club five years ago? The one who was in Room 808?” Elliot pressed,
eyeing the girl in front of him intently as he thought with a start, Could she really be the girl from that night? The wheels in
Hayley’s mind began to turn furiously. Room 808 from five years ago... Wasn’t that the room where Erica and I set Anastasia
up? Why is this man asking me about that incident? Without dwelling too much on this, she answered straightforwardly, “Of
course, that was me.” “Keep this watch from now on, and don’t try to pawn it off again. I’ll make it up to you for what happened
that night,” he said as he handed the watch to her. “I’m Elliot Presgrave. Remember my name, will you?” Hayley looked up at him
in shock. Elliot Presgrave? As in, the heir to Presgrave Corporation, the leading conglomerate? “Y-You’re Elliot Presgrave?” she
asked, so overwhelmed she might collapse. The man next to Elliot handed her a name card and interjected, “Miss Seymour, this
is our young master’s name card. You may look for him if you need his help in any way.” She took the card with one shaky hand,
and when she saw the shell-shocking name embossed onto the gold stationery, her heart nearly flew out of her chest. So the guy
who slept with Anastasia five years ago was not the male escort we arranged for her, but this fine specimen who happens to be
the heir to the Presgraves’ family fortune? As realization dawned upon her, Hayley reached out and grabbed Elliot’s arm, then
forced tears to spring to her eyes as she threw a fit. “You have to take responsibility, Elliot. Do you know how hurt and
traumatized I was after that night?” With that, she looked down and cried crocodile tears, sobbing miserably like she was the one
who had been violated five years ago. There was only one thing on her mind right now: to step into Anastasia’s shoes and
assume the role of the victim from that fateful night. She was set on having Elliot take responsibility so that she could get more
benefits out of this. Ultimately, she hoped to marry the man and become Mrs. Presgrave. “Don’t worry, I promise to take
responsibility,” the man said solemnly, his husky voice steady and reassuring. “Miss Seymour, Young Master Elliot has arranged
a villa for you, and you can move in anytime. He will take care of all your needs from now on.” Elliot’s personal assistant, Rey
Osborne, pointed out helpfully. Hayley’s eyes lit up at once. She was so ecstatic she could pass out. A world of riches and
glamor will soon be in my hands! “There are some things I have to take care of, so I’ll get going,” Elliot said, then after casting
Hayley a brief look, he turned to leave. When the door swung shut behind him, Hayley clutched the watch tightly. She was so
overwhelmed by this unexpected turn of events that she could cry. “I’m going to be rich! Rich!” While she celebrated the windfall,
she found herself hoping viciously that Anastasia had dropped dead within the last five years so that she wouldn’t appear out of
nowhere like roadkill. In the understated luxury ride, Elliot sat in the backseat with his eyes closed. Is Hayley really the woman
from five years ago? Why does she seem different? Or have five years changed her? The orange rays of the setting sun spilled
through the car window and played over the man’s chiseled features. He looked so handsome that it was hard to believe he
wasn’t some valuable piece of art that belonged in a museum; there was no one who could replicate such fine looks. He was the
true successor to Presgrave Group. He had taken over the reins five years ago and launched the conglomerate to new heights,
so much so that it was crowned first place among the world’s leading companies. On that fateful night five years ago, he had

experienced his first and only downfall in his lifetime. One of his rivals had spiked his drink in hopes of manipulating him into
ruining his own reputation. Elliot had saved himself by darting into the private room, but just as the effect of the drug was at its
peak, a random woman scurried in and relieved him of his predicament. Since then, the fact that he had just ravished and taken
away a girl’s innocence had been weighing on his conscience. He was sure that she had been chaste up to that night, for when
he woke up after the deed, he saw under the lights of the private room the traces of blood that stained the couch. As he thought
about the scattered mess in the private room that followed his misdeed, he stopped doubting Hayley’s identity and his
impression of her. I have to take responsibility for what I’ve done to her. While this was happening, Anastasia was in her
apartment somewhere abroad as she said on the phone, “Got it. Give me three days tops to return to the country and prepare for
the competition.” “Mommy, are we going back?” A small figure wandered over to her side. He wore a blue checkered shirt and a
pair of denim shorts. His features were delicately chiseled, albeit childish. He was only four or so, but there was unmistakable
grace and elegance to his movements. Anastasia smiled and nodded. “Would you like to go back with me?”