LOGINEvelyn POV
I left Damien there and drove straight to Sophia’s house, but somehow, my heart felt lighter.It felt strange.After everything that happened these past five years, after all the anger I carried around like it was part of me, after all the revenge, the hatred, the sleepless nights, the tears I buried inside myself, I suddenly felt… free.Enough to realize that maybe love was never truly gone between us. It was just buried under too many mEvelyn POVI left Damien there and drove straight to Sophia’s house, but somehow, my heart felt lighter.It felt strange.After everything that happened these past five years, after all the anger I carried around like it was part of me, after all the revenge, the hatred, the sleepless nights, the tears I buried inside myself, I suddenly felt… free.Enough to realize that maybe love was never truly gone between us. It was just buried under too many misunderstandings, too many assumptions, too much silence.The drive there felt different. My hands rested lightly on the steering wheel while Damien’s words kept replaying inside my head over and over again.“I searched everywhere for you.”“I loved you.”“I designed my study room like yours.”“I could accept anything as long as it was from you."How did we let things get this ruined?How did two people who loved each o
Evelyn POVI could not hold back my tears anymore. Everything Damien said kept replaying inside my head over and over again, each word sinking deeper than the last. So, he loved me like this all along. While I spent five years hating him. Five years running from him. Five years believing he ruined my life when in reality he had been destroying himself trying to save mine. It hurt in a way I could not even explain because now I could finally see it clearly. How something so beautiful got destroyed so easily, not because we did not love each other but because we did not trust each other enough to speak honestly. One misunderstanding. One night. One silence. And everything collapsed. Because all this time, while I was hating him, while I was planning revenge, while I convinced mys
Damien POVI was seated quietly when one of the officers informed me that someone was here to see me.At first, I assumed it was Charles and Julian again.Those two had practically turned this place into their second home over the past five days. Charles came mostly to complain and insult the prison environment while Julian came to insult Charles for complaining. Somehow, they both still ended up staying for hours.But this time felt different.The officer led me out, and the moment my eyes landed on her, my steps slowed slightly.Evelyn.For a second, I genuinely thought my mind was playing tricks on me because the last person I expected to walk in here willingly was her.I sat down slowly across from her, studying her face carefully.She looked exhausted, like sleep had abandoned her completely.But she said nothing.She just stared at me.And honestl
Ayla POV“Can you stop looking at me like that? I just did what you asked me to do,” I said as Ivana continued staring at me like I had completely lost my mind.“That son of a bitch,” she muttered angrily, pacing around the room. “I swear if I see him, I will strangle him myself. He even lied about his name. Who does that? That boy is mentally unstable.”I sighed and pulled the pillow closer to myself.“And about what you did,” she continued, turning sharply toward me, “don’t sit there acting like you did something smart. As much as I told you to have fun, you clearly did all that because you were trying to stop hurting over Ethan or Allen or whatever identity crisis that man is carrying.”“Isn’t that the goal?” I asked defensively. “To move on?”“And you want to use your boss to move on?” she asked immediately.I frowned at her. “Wasn’t that literally your idea? Why are you suddenly making me feel guilty a
Evelyn POV "You should be celebrating tonight," Allen murmured, lifting his glass slightly as though we were toasting to something beautiful. "After all, you helped me destroy the only thing Damien ever valued." I frowned immediately, confused by the statement. "The company?" I asked quietly. Allen laughed.It was the kind of laugh that made something cold slide down my spine. "The company?" he repeated slowly, amusement dancing in his eyes. "No, Evelyn." He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "I'm talking about his marriage." My heartbeat stopped for a second. The air suddenly felt heavier around me. "What do you mean?" I asked carefully. "Come now." There was something unbearably calm about the way he looked at me. "You're not a fool, Evelyn. You never were." I waited.
Evelyn’s POV “Oh my God,” Sophia whispered suddenly, her eyes widening like she had just connected something terrifying. I frowned slightly at her reaction. “What?” She kept staring at me for a second, too long, like she was calculating dates inside her head. Then she asked slowly, carefully, “Evelyn… when last did you see your period?” My heartbeat paused. “No,” I said immediately, shaking my head before my brain could even process it properly. “No, it can’t be right.” Sophia folded her arms. “Can’t it? Because it’s been a while.” I tried thinking back, but my mind was scattered, tangled in too many things at once. Revenge. Damien. The arrest. The divorce. Everything had happened so fast that I had not even paid attention to my own body. “Sophia,” I muttered weakly, “it was just one night.”
(Damien’s POV)“Finally, you’ve lost it. I’m serious this time — I need to book you into a psychiatric ward, because I cannot keep calling myself friends with a lunatic.There’s no other explanation for this level of strategic suicide.”Charles’ voice came at me before the door had even closed. He
Evelyn povI dressed up for work and took one of Damien’s cars, the one with mirror tint. I was meeting Sophia at a café near the estate.She was already waiting when I walked in. We hugged tight.“Look at you,” she teased. “Rolling up in Damien’s car like a mafia wife. Should I start calling you M
(Evelyn’s POV)The limo door opened, and the noise outside hit like a wave. Flashbulbs, voices, the hungry buzz of people waiting for a show.Damien stepped out first, tall and untouchable, and when his hand reached for me, I didn’t hesitate. I placed mine in his, smooth and steady, because that’s
Damien’s POVI woke up with a deep smile still resting on my face, my arms wrapped around the soft warmth beside me. For a few seconds I stayed like that, half lost in sleep, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. The early sunlight was slipping through the curtains, the soft glow spreading acr







