LOGINThree months earlier.....
(Evelyn pov) I couldn’t stop smiling. Humming gently, I placed the new bouquet of roses in the crystal vase, fine-tuning each stem to reach perfection. The fragrant scent of lilies and roses permeated the air, mixing with the cozy scent of vanilla candles dancing on the dining table. Everything needed to be perfect, just as our love. In two nights, Sebastian and I will be celebrating our anniversary. Our fifth year of celebration. Five years filled with love, joy, and common aspirations. I ran my fingers along the exquisite silverware, imagining how his eyes would sparkle when he walked in, how his lips would turn into that unique, sincere smile, the one he saved just for me. But that wasn’t all. This anniversary was going to be even more special. I softly placed my hand on my abdomen, a warmth radiating within me. Sebastian was about to become a father. The mere idea flooded me with warmth, blending feelings of excitement and anxious anticipation in my chest. I bit my lip, unable to suppress the grin pulling at the edges of my lips. I discovered it a week ago, but I wanted to wait for the right moment to inform him. And what could be more ideal than our anniversary? A day already filled with love, memories, and promise, it seemed perfect. I had dedicated the last few days to organizing every detail, hoping the unveiling would be as meaningful as the announcement itself. The present had been arranged, a stylish, engraved watch, thoughtfully selected to complement his taste. However, it was the note on the reverse that conveyed the true significance: Best Husband and soon to be Dad. I imagined that moment countless times in my mind. The manner in which his eyebrows would crease subtly while he examined the inscription, then rise in understanding. The manner in which his eyes would deepen in color with feeling, perhaps even shimmer. He would look at me, really look at me, and in that moment, I understood I would witness it all: the affection, the happiness, the astonishment. And then, just like I imagined each time, his hands would gently hold my face, his lips meeting mine in a kiss so profound, so powerful, that I’d dissolve completely into him. A laugh slipped from my mouth as I grabbed my phone, calling the one person who always knew how to make surprises even better Vanessa. My cousin and best friend. The person I trusted more than anyone. The call barely rang before her voice chirped through the line. “Eve! To what do I owe this honor?” I laughed. “Hey, Nessa. What are you up to?” “Oh, you know. Just dealing with life’s chaos. What about you?” “I need your help with something special.” Her interest piqued. “Special? Do tell.” I took a deep breath, my excitement bubbling over. “Sebastian and I have our anniversary in two nights, and I want to plan the most perfect evening ever. A private dinner, candlelight, soft music, all his favorite dishes. And…” I hesitated for dramatic effect. “And?” she prompted. “I’m pregnant.” A loud squeak erupted from the phone, causing me to chuckle. “Are you for real?” Oh my goodness, Eve! This is incredible! "Has Sebastian found out yet?" “No,” I said, grinning. “I want to tell him that night. I got him a watch with the message engraved on it.” "That’s really cute!" He will be extremely happy. I exhaled softly, already envisioning his response. "I wish for that." "Are you joking?" Of course, he will be! Alright, we have to organize this properly. Where would you like to have dinner? "Home or a fancy restaurant?" I chewed on my lip, debating. “I thought about a restaurant, but then I figured something more intimate would be better. Just us, in our home, where we started everything. No distractions, no outside noise, just me and him.” Vanessa let out a delighted squeal. “That’s actually perfect! You can control everything, the setting, the food, the lighting. Plus, it’ll be cozy. He’ll love it.” Relief washed over me, easing the tiny knots of doubt I hadn’t even realized were forming. “I was hoping you’d say that. I need help setting things up. Will you come over the night before?” “Of course, babe. We’ll make it a night to remember. I’ll even bring wine, and we can celebrate early! Maybe do a little practice run, taste-test some of the food, go over the playlist, make sure everything’s just right.” I laughed, warmth blooming in my chest. “That sounds perfect. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out,” she teased. “Now, tell me, what’s on the menu? We need something delicious but also a little sexy.” "You’re amazing, Nessa." She chuckled. “I’m aware.” However, I genuinely feel pleased for you, Eve. "You merit every bit of joy that exists." She laughed. “I know. But, seriously, I’m happy for you, Eve. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” Her words filled my heart with joy. “Thanks, love. I just hope I can reach Sebastian soon to confirm his schedule.” I glanced at the clock. He should be finishing work about now. I dialed his number, but it rang endlessly before his secretary picked up. “Good evening, Mrs. Rodgers.” “Hi, Lily. Is Sebastian free?” There was a brief silence, and I could hear the soft tapping of a keyboard. “I apologize, but Mr. Rodgers is currently in a significant meeting.” He asked not to be interrupted. I frowned, disappointment creeping in. “Oh… okay. Do you know when he’ll be free?” “I’m uncertain, ma’am, but I can pass along a message for him.” I forced a smile. “That would be great. Simply let him know I called.” Just as I was ready to conclude the call, a sudden ping resonated in the air. Vanessa’s phone. I heard her shuffle, then a soft inhale. A pause. A hesitation. “Nessa?” I asked, tilting my head. “Everything okay?” “Yeah.” A little too fast. “Just a message from work.” However, there was something in her tone that caused my stomach to churn. It was faint, perhaps a small pause, a bit too much strain to appear relaxed, but I knew her too well to miss it. A moment later, she chuckled softly, the noise light and rehearsed. "Regardless, try not to worry excessively about Sebastian." You’re aware of how he acts when he’s occupied. Simply concentrate on the surprise. “It will be perfect, Eve.” I paused, gripping my phone more tightly with my fingers. The discomfort remained, a slight murmur in my thoughts, yet I managed to smile. Perhaps I was overanalyzing the situation. “You’re correct,” I replied, breathing out gently. "It will be perfect."Sebastian’s POVI stayed out of her way, but never out of her reach. I watched Evelyn move through the house like a general through a command tent—orders murmured into phones, encrypted messages sent on the blink, a dozen small, invisible gears turning at her command. She had always been able to carry burdens, but now they sat on her not like a cloak but like armor. I saw the cost in the way her jaw clenched and in the nights she let herself go still for a breath before slipping back into control.“She’ll draw him out,” I told Liam one evening as we reviewed the latest thread of movements on a grainy screen. Marco had turned up two offshore accounts and a name tied to a shell company that routed payments through three different jurisdictions. It was messy on purpose—anonymity dressed as legitimate business. It would take time, subpoenas, jurisdictional maneuvers. Time Abbas had once assumed belonged to him.“And when he shows his hand?” Liam asked. He never quite hid the tremor in the
Evelyn’s POVThe room tightened when I spoke—like a muscle flexing against a blow. A hush fell; the only sound was the rustle of paper as men who were used to swallowing others’ words tried to find air for theirs. Across from me sat three of Abbas’ most reliable lieutenants: figures who’d handled dirty work so often they’d forgotten how to look surprised. Beside them, a corporate lawyer in a tasteful suit took notes as if the world could still be reduced to margins and clauses. They expected me to crack. They expected the old script: fear, concessions, the soft surrender that followed a whispered threat.Instead I leaned forward and pushed the dossier across the table toward them. “You will also find,” I said, slow and precise, “recorded bank instructions routed through two of your offshore entities to a courier company registered in Brussels. The timestamps match the night your people hit my car. The emails are signed with your Chief Financial Officer’s account, and the server header
Evelyn’s POVThe pager in my pocket buzzed a single, urgent vibration that felt like a gunshot in the quiet house. I heard it before I felt it—an instinct, a prickling at the back of my neck that told me something had shifted. The screen flashed: UNUSUAL ACTIVITY — SCHOOL PERIMETER. CHECK NOW. The message was terse, encrypted, and accompanied by a live feed thumbnail from a street camera two blocks from the kids’ school.For a breathless second, the world narrowed to the size of that thumbnail. Rolland’s laugh from the living room. Anastasia’s endless questions about everything. Kent’s slow, steady breathing as he slept. My chest hollowed out with a fear so cold it was almost clinical: they were close.“Liam,” I said, and my voice was nothing like the exhausted monotone that had carried me through the day. It was steel. “Bring me the secure feed. Now.”He was at my side in three steps, the practiced efficiency of a man who’d watched me withstand worse. The laptop woke to life beneath
She listened to the low, secure beeps of the line as the others logged in—voices muted, faces blacked out behind encryption. Marco’s rasp, the legal consultant’s measured cadence, two former contacts from Abbas’s old accounting team who’d quietly flipped once she’d offered them immunity and a clean trail out. Each person had a seat at this table by choice and necessity. Each voice carried the weight of the thing they all knew: if Abbas went unchecked, there would be more nights like the one Kent had spent in a hospital bed.Evelyn began with the simple facts, the kind that left no room for melodrama. “He sent threats to our partners,” she said, sliding the email into the secure feed. “He’s trying to isolate me financially. He’s also trying to force loyalty with fear. That’s predictable. Predictability is exploitable.”“Make him think he wins,” Marco interjected immediately. “Let him feel the rush. Then cut him off at the knees. He’s emotional—he’ll overplay.”“Exactly,” Evelyn replied
Evelyn’s POVThe morning after the first stage moved like a slow pulse through the house: measured, quiet, charged. I woke before dawn as if some internal alarm had been wired into my bones. The city outside was a soft blur; inside, the house hummed with the small, ordinary sounds of life—water running, the kettle breathing, the soft footfalls of a child who’d risen early. Ordinary things. Small mercies.I went straight to the study and switched on the monitors. Marco had sent the first batch of findings at three in the morning: payment trails, two shell accounts funneling money toward a private logistics firm, a list of obscure contractors who’d been paid in cash at odd hours. It wasn’t the whole picture—Abbas was practiced at obfuscation—but it was enough to make him flinch. Enough to make a few people in his network pause and call in favors they couldn’t yet name.Liam was already there, mug in hand, eyes raw with sleep. He read the reports the way old soldiers read maps: fast, pre
– Evelyn’s POVEvelyn let the hum of the computer fill the space between words. The map on the screen glowed like a constellation of culpability—names connected by thin, ugly lines; transfers flagged in red; shell corporations nested like Russian dolls. Each click revealed another seam in Abbas’s carefully constructed world, and with every seam she found, the wall he’d built around himself weakened a little more.She pulled a chair closer, elbows on the table, and scrolled through the ledger until her eyes burned. The first phase of her plan had to be surgical. Cut his money flow, and half his reach would atrophy. Seed confusion in his inner circle, and the rest would turn inward, bickering and scrambling. She had the legal team ready to move on any account frozen by the right warrant; she had Marco’s people ready to slip in the fake intel that would send his lieutenants chasing ghosts; she had Liam ready to coordinateEvelyn let the hum of the computer and the distant city sounds anc







