LOGINDominic.After leaving the hospital, I had finally resigned myself to my fate.The image of Evelyn walking away from me yesterday, her head turning in desperate search of her billionaire boyfriend, was burned into the back of my eyelids. She had already chosen Liam. The brutal truth was staring me right in the face, and the best thing I could do right now—the only thing that would preserve whatever shred of dignity I had left—was to leave her alone.Earlier today, as I sat staring out the window of my penthouse, a dangerous urge had crawled up my throat. I wanted to pay her a visit at the hospital. I wanted to be there for her while her mother fought for her life. But I couldn't risk it.Liam Kingsley had always taken what belonged to me. Long before Evelyn had ever stumbled into my life, the exact same thing had happened with Rachel.The moment her name crossed my mind, my chest tightened so violently I could barely breathe. A sharp, physical pain radiated through my ribs. If thing
Alaric.My phone vibrated on the polished surface of my desk. I glanced down, and when I saw Evelyn’s name flashing across the screen, a slow, dark smile curled the corners of my lips.‘Right on cue,’ I thought, leaning back in my leather chair.I knew exactly what Liam Kingsley had been up to. I knew the precise moment he had whisked Evelyn away on his private jet, and I knew the exact minute they landed back in New York. Knowing Liam—knowing how desperately he tried to maintain his pristine, corporate image—I knew it was only a matter of time before he went to confront Isabella Creed.With all the media interviews Isabella had been doing, calling Evelyn a homewrecker and flaunting her past with Liam, he was bound to snap. I knew Liam would never actually get back with her. He was only going to warn her off, to threaten her into silence. But to me, it looked like the absolute perfect opportunity to drive a vicious wedge between him and his precious little angel.Be it as it may, I
Evelyn.The moment I stepped into the lobby at Kings’ Headquarters, the atmosphere shifted. I walked past the reception desks toward the executive elevators, and I could feel the eyes boring into my back.My former colleagues were huddled in small groups, whispering furiously.“Good afternoon,” I murmured to a group of secretaries by the elevators.They didn't even reply. One of them rolled her eyes, turning her back to me, while another sneered into her coffee cup. They were definitely going to be gossiping about me. But I ignored them, gripping my purse tighter as the elevator doors closed.When I reached the top floor, I walked toward Liam’s office. I expected to see a vacancy at the assistant’s desk, but instead, a young man in a sharp grey suit was typing furiously on the computer.Liam had gotten a new assistant, a male. A pang of bittersweet nostalgia hit my chest. That used to be my desk. The young man looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he recognized me. “Oh. Mrs... I
Evelyn.The hospital didn't allow overnight visitors in the oncology ward, which was probably a blessing in disguise. If I had stayed in that room listening to the haunting beep of the heart monitor all night, I would have lost my mind.Instead, I went back to my apartment at the Obsidian, even though it wasn’t really mine.Now that I had resigned from working for Liam, wasn’t I supposed to vacate the place already? But he hadn’t told me to. Even if I wanted to save face and vacate before he says something about it, I have nowhere else to go. I finally slept for a few hours, turning restlessly in my sleep.The next morning, the air in Manhattan was really cold. Winter was coming. I walked down the street toward the hospital, my hands shoved deep into my coat pockets, desperately needing something to wake me up. I stepped into a crowded coffee shop near the medical center, the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans temporarily numbing my senses.“Next in line, please!” the barista called
Evelyn.To be honest, I was happy to see Dominic. When I had rounded that hallway corner and crashed into his solid chest, a tiny part of my fractured soul had pieced itself back together. I had missed him so terribly, more than I cared to admit to myself. Being held in his arms, feeling the rough cotton of his hoodie against my tear-stained cheek, it felt like a safe haven in the middle of a storm.But as I walked back toward room 302, the cold weight of reality settled into my bones.I had to remind myself that I was with Liam now. I had opened the door for Liam, given him my body, and accepted his protection. Yet, a wicked, selfish part of me wanted both of them.‘As if that’s ever going to work,’ I scoffed internally, wiping a stray tear from my cheek.They were sworn enemies. A mafia Don and a corporate billionaire. If I didn't choose, if I kept dangling between them, I was going to end up destroying them both. And I couldn’t bear to hurt either of them that way.I still felt in
Dominic.I had told myself that Evelyn was a liability. The moment it became clear she wasn’t coming back, I swore I was going back to being the cold, hard mafia boss New York feared. I didn’t have time to pine over a fragile brunette who belonged to another man.‘As if I could actually forget her,’ I scoffed internally.Instead of launching the club early, I decided it was time to assert my dominance in this city first. I needed everyone to know the Russo Famiglia wasn't playing games. I called a mandatory media meeting and spent the next week fishing out the rats who thought they could stand against me.The past week had been a bloody blur of executions and new sworn allegiances. Just like that, it was like I never left. The streets were mine again.However, every night when I closed my eyes, thoughts of Evelyn plagued my mind. It was a constant torture. Since she had already discarded the phone I bought her, I had no way of tracking her, so I instructed Marco to keep tabs on her.
Dominic.The man was wheezing by the time I turned to my surgical table. He already had a broken arm and two broken legs, still he refused to give me what I wanted.I was currently in the basement of my house, and as I took my sweet time selecting which blade to go with, I heard him pleading with m
Evelyn.I couldn’t believe what I was seeing on the screen. Victor having the audacity to call me morally rotten? His slutty wife?Normally, whenever I saw Victor on the screen, there’s always this fear of him that comes from months of physical abuse. But right now, looking up at him from Liam’s l
Evelyn.Immediately I went to my room after attending to Dominic’s wounds, I decided to take a shower because I was feeling hot. But then, a better idea came to my head: I could just masturbate. It’s been long since I did that, and honestly, I missed sex.The last time I enjoyed sex was last year,
Liam. My jaws clenched as I picked up my office phone and dialed my personal assistant. “Mr. Kingsley…” he answered right away. “Why is the video still trending? Didn’t I instruct you to make sure every single video was wiped clean?” “I’m sorry… I was trying to finish the tasks you gave me







