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Chapter 37: This isn't a home
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My car runs fine," Evelyn said, her voice smooth, cold, and cutting cleanly through the stuffy room. She reached forward and unzipped the top of the leather duffle from end to end, pulling the flaps wide open.The harsh fluorescent light overhead glinted off rows of tightly banded hundred-dollar bills stacked three layers deep.The man’s eyes locked onto the money. Every muscle in his thick jaw tightened. He didn't reach for it—he had been in the undergr
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The screen vanished.Silence fell over the dim velvet corridor, save for the muffled thud of the bass coming from the main floor.Slowly, Evelyn realized what she had just done. She snapped her mouth shut and shifted her gaze two inches to the left—straight into Ethan Mourmont’s eyes.Ethan hadn't let go of her waist. He was looking down at her with a mixture of deep confusion and quiet, crooked amusement, glancing briefly down the completely empty corridor behind her before looking back at her flushed face."Evelyn," Ethan said softly, his deep voice carrying a dry, curious warmth. "Who exactly are you talking to?"Evelyn froze for half a second. Even with a hundred trillion dollars and a spatial void in her head, getting caught arguing with thin air outside a nightclub bathroom was mortifying.She forced her spine straight, stepped back half a pace so his hands slipped reluctantly from her bare skin, and bent down smoothly to scoop her crystal clutch off the floor as if nothing unus
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Evelyn stopped dead on the obsidian floor, her heel nearly catching on the edge of a lounge rug.What?! she screamed internally, glaring at the floating box while club-goers brushed past her shoulders in the dim hallway. The ladies' lounge?! Why the hell do I need to stand in a bathroom for three minutes?! Are you malfunctioning?![TIMER INITIATED: 02:59... 02:58... COMPLY IMMEDIATELY, HOST.]Evelyn’s jaw clenched so hard her back teeth ached. If there was another high-society target or a crooked magistrate's wife powdered up in the restroom that she needed to blackmail or bribe before tomorrow morning, the stupid machine could at least give her a name!Swallowing a string of vicious curses, Evelyn pivoted sharply on her heel, marched down the dimly lit west corridor, and pushed through the heavy, velvet-padded door marked Dames.The restroom lounge of Vespera was as opulent as the rest of the club—all black veined marble, gold-framed vanity mirrors, fresh white orchids in crystal vas
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"Do you want a private booth on the mezzanine, Madam, or will your party be joining you at the main bar?"The host at the velvet rope of Vespera barely managed to keep his voice steady as Evelyn unfastened the buttons of her long black cashmere coat and handed it across the counter to the attendant.Beneath the heavy wool, she was wearing one of the custom Paris runway pieces she had bought out from Maison de L'Élite the day before—a liquid-silk halter dress in a shade of deep, bruised crimson that looked almost black in the shadows and flared like rubies whenever the club's amber spotlights swept across it.The cut left her shoulders and the entire length of her spine bare down to the small of her back, hugging the curve of her waist and hips like a second skin before pooling around her ankles, with a sharp slit up the left thigh that flashed her strappy black heels with every step."No party," Evelyn said, taking the brass coat-check token
Apocalypse Rebirth: My fortress, His Regret Chapter 37: This isn't a home
Chapter 37:My car runs fine," Evelyn said, her voice smooth, cold, and cutting cleanly through the stuffy room. She reached forward and unzipped the top of the leather duffle from end to end, pulling the flaps wide open.The harsh fluorescent light overhead glinted off rows of tightly banded hundred-dollar bills stacked three layers deep.The man’s eyes locked onto the money. Every muscle in his thick jaw tightened. He didn't reach for it—he had been in the underground contracting business long enough to know that two million dollars in cold cash always came with heavy strings—but his posture shifted instantly from dismissive to laser-focused."I'm Briggs," he said, setting the cigar down in a heavy glass ashtray. "Operations Chief for Vulcan. You walk into my yard at dusk and drop two million on my table, you either robbed a federal reserve truck, or you need something built yesterday that the city inspector isn't supposed to see.""The
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"Talk to me, Sirus. I’m in a terrible mood, and my patience is currently thinner than paper."Evelyn pressed the smartphone against her ear as she sat inside the quiet, leather-scented cabin of her black SUV. Outside the tinted windshield, the late-afternoon shadows of the Zenith Tower stretched across the empty concrete of the executive parking lot. Her blood was still simmering from the System’s parting insult, leaving a sharp, electric edge in her voice.On the other end of the line, a low, rough chuckle vibrated through the speaker. It was a sound like heavy velvet dragged over gravel—unhurried, deeply masculine, and completely unfazed by her hostility."And here I thought women in this city smiled when my name flashed on their screens," Sirus drawled, the faint hum of a high-end engine purring in the background of his call. "Did one of those silver-spoon lawyers downtown bruise your temper, Miss Sterling, or are you always this prickly before five o'clock?"Evelyn leaned her head
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Chapter 35Yet, looking across the table at Arthur Wilson’s enthusiastic, supportive face, Evelyn felt an unexpected tightness in her chest.For four agonizing years in the Vance household, Nora had called her a useless, barren parasite. Lucas had treated her intelligence like an inconvenience, taking credit for her quiet work while sneering that she wouldn't survive a week without his corporate paycheck. Amber had mocked her clothes, her background, and her gentle nature. Even today, Harrison Alex had looked at her like a cornered rabbit waiting to be skinned, and Delilah had only signed that contract because she thought she was robbing a desperate fool.Arthur Wilson was the first person—aside from Mr. Henderson—who looked at her and simply saw a brilliant, capable woman worthy of respect. He wasn't trying to sleep with her. He wasn't trying to steal her house. He was offering her a seat at his table because he admired her mind.
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