MasukLeo’s POVThe inside of my car felt too small for the kind of thoughts sitting in my head.I kept staring at the Aveillie & Co building through the windshield, the glass walls reflecting the city lights back at me like nothing inside that building was falling apart. Employees were still moving around upstairs. Phones still ringing. Meetings still happening.Meanwhile I had just sent another batch of confidential reports to a man determined to destroy everything Evelyn built.My fingers tightened around the phone pressed to my ear.The screen glowed once, encrypted file sent successfully. For a second, I closed my eyes, then I dialed Allen. He answered on the second ring.“Well,” his voice came smoothly through the speaker, “look who finally decided to stop acting emotional.”My jaw tightened instantly.“You said you only wanted Damien to pay,” I said quietly, keeping my voice low despite being al
Evelyn POVBy the time I arrived at Aveillie & Co., the entire company already felt like it was standing on the edge of collapse.The atmosphere inside the building was suffocating. Employees moved too quickly, whispered too quietly, stared too long before pretending not to. Phones rang nonstop across different departments, printers kept running endlessly, and somewhere down the hallway, I heard two executives arguing under their breath before going silent the second they noticed me approaching.My heels echoed against the marble floors as I walked toward the executive wing, trying to ignore the pressure slowly building in my chest.“Good morning, ma’am,” one of the receptionists greeted nervously.I gave a short nod and kept walking.“Tami,” I called immediately the second I reached my office floor.My assistant practically hurried toward me with files pressed tightly against her chest. Even she looked sha
Charles POVI dragged myself into the office this morning feeling like a man walking into something he no longer had control over. Sleep had been useless. Every single time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Ayla laughing, crying and staring at me with those eyes that somehow managed to look soft and challenging at the same time. And worst of all, I kept remembering the way she sounded underneath me that night, like she was trying so hard not to fall apart while doing the exact opposite in my arms.I told myself I was fine.I told myself it was just attraction.Just sex.Nothing more.I had handled situations like this before. Women, desire before. None of this was supposed to affect me this badly.So why the hell was I thinking about her this much?The moment I stepped into the office and saw her sitting at her desk, immediately. Ayla looked calm. Too calm. Her fingers moved across her keyboard while
Evelyn 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
(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
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
Evelyn’s POVHis mouth crashed back onto mine.This kiss was hungrier than the last. Tongues tangled immediately, no preamble, no teasing. Just raw need. I tasted myself on his lips from where he had licked and sucked at my skin earlier, and the thought made heat flood my core all over again.He ki







