LOGINEvelyn didn’t move for a moment.She couldn’t remember the last time she had been rendered this quiet.Once was enough. Twice… felt absurd.And yet, there was warmth spreading slowly in her chest. Uninvited.Her gaze drifted to the racks, the dresses, and the endless selection.Everything so far had been for her.Only her.Before she could think too much about it, she turned and walked out of the fitting area.“Madam?” the staff called softly behind her.But she didn’t stop.Roman looked up again as she approached.“Where are you going?”“To the men’s section.”He paused. “…Why?”She looked at him like the answer should have been obvious.“To pick clothes for you.”He opened his mouth, ready to refuse. But then stopped.Something shifted in his expression.“…Alright.”—The atmosphere changed when they entered the men’s section.It had darker tones, cleaner lines, and more structured designs.Evelyn moved between the racks, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabrics.Then she stop
Evelyn’s day passed in a blur.Compared to the previous day, the workload had doubled. Files stacked endlessly on her desk, meetings overlapped, and by the time she finally leaned back in her chair, her eyes ached slightly from the strain.Just as she was about to take a short break, a knock came.Leo stepped in.Just like yesterday, he held a neatly packed lunchbox.Except this time… it wasn’t just lunch.On his other hand was a bouquet of fresh flowers.Evelyn blinked.“For you, Madam,” Leo said politely, placing both on her desk.Her gaze lingered on the flowers.“For me?” she asked dumbfounded.Leo smiled sheepishly. “Yes, boss lady. From boss.”Evelyn couldn't help it, her lips broke into a wide smile as she reached for the flowers.“Thank you.” She politely told Leo as he walked out. While she took a sniff on the fresh flowers.—By the time she left the office that evening, the sky had softened into warm hues.She had barely taken a few steps out when she began to hear whispers
The door closed softly behind Maya.Silence settled in the room heavily.Evelyn remained seated, her posture relaxed, her fingers resting lightly on the file in front of her. She did not rush to speak. She simply watched.Maya took a few slow steps forward, her heels echoing faintly against the polished floor. There was confidence in her stride, as she walked like she owned the office.Her lips curved faintly.“I didn’t expect to see you here.”Evelyn met her gaze without blinking.“Neither did I.”For a brief moment, the air between them stilled.Then Maya let out a soft, amused breath.“I heard you had a miscarriage.”Evelyn’s throat tightened for the slightest second, but her expression did not change.“That has nothing to do with why you’re here,” she said calmly. “Let’s focus on business—if you’re capable.”Maya laughed lightly.“Oh, I’m capable,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Just not of pretending.”Her gaze sharpened.“I know you were never pregnant when you married Na
Roman went completely still.For a moment, the world seemed to fall into silence. Even the wind felt distant.His eyes stayed on hers, but something in them shifted.“…No,” he said at last.His voice was calm.Evelyn didn’t respond immediately. She just watched him carefully.As if trying to look past his words and see what he wasn’t saying.Roman held her gaze without blinking.“You’re overthinking,” he added, quietly. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately. It’s normal to feel disoriented.”His hand lifted, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face softly.Evelyn’s brows drew together slightly.“I see…” she murmured.But she didn’t look convinced.Her fingers curled slightly at her side as a faint uneasiness settled in her chest.Roman noticed.His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he relaxed again.“Come inside,” he said, his tone shifting gently. “You need to rest.”He reached for her hand.This time, she didn’t pull away. But she didn’t fully relax either.A
Evelyn’s fingers trembled as she stared at her phone.“…Roman…”Her voice came out barely above a whisper.Roman immediately stilled.The moment he saw her expression, something in his chest tightened.“What happened?” he asked, already moving toward her.Evelyn didn’t answer. She simply held out the phone.Roman took it from her hand, his brows furrowing.Then he saw the headline.His heart skipped.For a split second, everything around him went quiet.Slowly, his thumb moved.He clicked the video.The screen flickered. Voices overlapped in panic.“Evelyn!”“Christ—she’s bleeding!”“Call emergency! NOW!”Roman’s breath hitched. His entire body went rigid.The video ended. But he didn’t move.His hand tightened around the phone, knuckles paling as his grip grew stronger.“Roman?”Evelyn’s voice pulled him back.“Roman!”He blinked, turning to look at her.The moment his eyes met hers, something sharp twisted in his chest.“Lyn…” His voice came out rough. “I can—”“I don’t know what’s
Leo’s jaw dropped the moment the question left his boss’s mouth.Roman frowned slightly at his reaction. His gaze flicked upstairs unconsciously before returning to Leo.“What’s with that expression? Are you going to answer me or not?” he asked, irritation creeping into his tone.Leo was still staring.Roman’s eyes darkened. His grip tightened around the coffee box Evelyn had shoved into his hands. Slowly, he raised it.“I—boss, don’t!” Leo yelped, immediately grabbing a pillow and holding it up like a shield.Roman shot him a look.“Are you really joking right now, or—”“Leo.”That one word was enough.“Okay! Okay—boss…” Leo swallowed, lowering the pillow slightly. “Can you… maybe put your hand down first?”Roman stared at him for a second longer before lowering the box, though the glare didn’t leave his face.Leo let out a breath of relief.“Boss… do you really not know your secretary? Miss Kensington?” he asked carefully, still watching Roman like he might snap again. “Even while y
**WARNING: MATURE CONTENT**The silk nightgown disappeared over her head in one fluid motion. Roman hooked his fingers into her lacey underwear and dragged it down her legs. His hands traced every inch of her skin as he slowly kissed his way down her body—her collarbone, the curve of her breasts, h
Still sniffling, Evelyn told him everything. Her father had strangled her, and he also demanded she restore the business relationship between their families. They'd also keep calling her ‘a whore’ the whole time for sleeping with "Nathan's uncle." The worst part was she couldn't even defend herself
Evelyn woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and a delicious soreness throughout her body. She shifted slightly and realized she was alone in the enormous bed, though the sheets beside her still held warmth.She sat up, surprised to find herself dressed in a soft silk nightgown she
One week had passed since the dramatic birthday celebration, and Evelyn was sitting in Lena's living room when her phone started ringing again.It had been like this for days. First Nathan calling repeatedly until she blocked his number. Then her father Richard started his endless stream of calls.







