LOGINEvelyn's POV“Seriously, Evelyn, what are you going to do?” Sunny asked, her voice hovered on the edge of a panic attack. “Do you have a plan? A script? Anything?”I didn't answer. I couldn't. I just let out a long, ragged sigh and bit my lip until I tasted the faint copper of blood. I stood up from the bed, my movements . I dragged my feet over to my walk-in closet, my eyes scanning the rows of designer clothes. I needed armor.My mind wasn't even in the room anymore; it felt like I was watching myself from a distance, a passenger in a body controlled by pure survival instinct.I reached for a bone-white Alexander McQueen power suit. It was sharp, tailored to perfection, and projected an image of innocence and untouchable status. I paired it with nude Louboutin pumps and a simple diamond pendant. If I was going to my execution, I was going to look like a saint who had been wronged.---The drive to the Smith estate felt like a slow-motion descent into hell. It was barely noon, but th
Evelyn's POV“What did he say? Exactly?” Sunny asked, her footsteps were frantic on the hardwood.Chloe scoffed, a jagged, nervous sound. “What do you expect him to say, Sunny? Isn't it obvious? He sounds like he’s finally reached his limit. He’s going to kill her. Or worse, he’s going to ruin her father’s company and leave her with nothing.”They both gasped and stared at me. We were a total mess. I realized right there that I couldn't look my parents in the eye, and I certainly couldn't look at the Smiths. I had exposed the most private parts of their lives to the world for a moment of revenge.But then, a spark of the old Evelyn flared up; the one who refused to be a victim. If I could go back to last night, to the moment Liam ditched me in front of the elite for that pathetic little surrogate… I think I would do it all over again. I would do it a thousand times.I stood up, smoothing out my robe, my eyes hardening. “Let him be angry. Let him rage. I’ve survived Liam Smith before.”
Evelyn’s POVIt was absolute chaos. They didn't get tired of drilling me, picking apart every choice I’d made until I felt like I was disappearing.Before my dad finally left for the office, he made sure I was completely drained, a hollow shell of the woman who had walked in an hour ago.---I didn't bother with breakfast. I couldn't have kept it down if I tried. I rushed straight up to my wing of the house and locked the door. After a long, scalding shower that turned my skin pink, I retreated to my bedroom.My friends, Sunny and Chloe, were already there, having let themselves in with the emergency key. They looked miserable. Sunny was wearing a pink velour tracksuit, her hair was in a messy bun, while Chloe was wrapped in a designer trench coat as if she were ready to flee the country at a moment's notice.They looked like they hadn't slept a wink.“The internet blew up last night, Evelyn. Are you even aware of the scale?” Chloe said. Her voice shook as she gestured to the three la
Evelyn's POVThe interior of my custom-built Mercedes was still warm, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the lingering musk of a mistake.Last night, after having a good time with Dax; a reckless, crazy distraction from the disaster at the gala, my eyes cleared up as if a heavy veil had finally fallen away. The adrenaline died, and the cold, hard reality of my situation flooded back in like a deadly wave.Dax didn't say a word. He never does. He got dressed with the energy of a ghost, his movements blurred in the shadows of the backseat. Before I could even catch my breath, he was gone, vanishing into the snowy night as if he had never been there at all. I was left alone in the dark, shivering in my silk gown, which was now wrinkled and mocking me.I spent ten minutes cleaning up the mess we made in the back of the car, my movements were numb. Then, fueled by a toxic mixture of spite and desperation, I drove to a pre-arranged location to give a much more exclusi
Liam's POV“After the twins were born,” Evelyn’s face suddenly twisted, the 'sadness' transforming into a look of disgust, “instead of Olivia taking her settlement and leaving as agreed, she decided she wanted the life I had. She decided to snatch my man away from me. That dirty little bitch is doing everything in her power to claw her way into Liam’s life, using those children as leverage to make him abandon me.She added. “And now, it’s escalated. She’s stalking us. She followed us to the gala; we had no idea she was even in the city. I’m certain she staged that medical emergency just to force Liam to leave my side. Which, as you saw, he did.”Evelyn covered her face with her palms and began to sob quietly. In the background, I saw her friend Sunny; a lifeless socialite who lived for this kind of drama; handing her a silk tissue and whispering comforts.“Olivia is dangerous,” Evelyn said, pulling her hands away to show her 'harrowing' expression. “She’s deranged. She’s trying to imp
Liam's POV“It’s about Miss Vaughn, sir,” Vincent began, his voice devoid of its usual professional warmth. “Last night, after you left the gala to accompany Miss Brown to the hospital, Evelyn stayed behind. She held an exclusive, impromptu interview with a select group of reporters outside. She released a second, more formal statement to the major networks just a few hours ago.”He stepped forward to help me off with my coat, but I ignored him, leaning against the edge of my desk and folding my arms. A cold, hollow feeling started to spread in my gut.“So?” I said . “Evelyn loves a camera. What does her desperate bid for attention have to do with the tension in my lobby? Why does everyone look at me like I’m a dead man walking?”Vincent gripped the back of my chair, his knuckles were turning white. “Earlier this morning, the PR team flagged the full release of the interview. It’s gone viral, sir. It’s not just a socialite's gossip anymore. She’s naming names.”“Get to the point, Vinc







