Kaelen’s POVI stopped by to see Eve before flying back to New York.She already looked different—more elegant, more composed. Beautiful in a way that made my chest tighten.“You’re not coming back to New York? Not even for a visit?” I asked, clinging to a sliver of hope. That time, or effort, or something might bring her close to me again.She looked away. “Of course I will visit you, you are my big brother, remember?”It was the first time she’d ever said that. Usually, I was the one who called myself that.And somehow, it hurt more than I expected.“I can be just Kaelen to you,” I said quietly.“I was twenty-one. Young. Naive. I didn’t know the difference between like and love. It was…” She turned back to me—calm, distant, respectful. “It was rude of me to confess something like that to you.”“But I love—”She cut me off. “You’re thirty-three, Kaelen. Shouldn’t you know the difference by now?”The question caught me off guard.She was right. I had come to the truth too late—and in t
Evelina’s POVI hadn’t slept this well in months.Grandpa had prepared a room for me in his estate—almost identical to the one I had in the Draycott mansion.He said he’d modeled it off the photos he’d seen. Figured I’d like the same style.For a moment, I forgot I was in Italy. It felt like I was back in New York. Back in that house.And Kaelen was just down the hall.I shook my head and sat up.Enough. You promised yourself a new beginning, Evelina. Remember?I freshened up, dusted on a light layer of makeup, and got dressed. Today, I’d planned to visit one of Grandpa’s wineries. Wine-making had always fascinated me.Back in New York, I worked at the Draycotts’ casino—because I thought helping Kaelen was helping myself.But here… I could finally explore what I actually loved. For me.I stepped outside, pulling my coat tighter as I reached for my phone to call a cab.That’s when I heard it.A truck barreling toward the gate—tires screeching, spinning out of control.“Move!” someone sh
Kaelen's POVItaly was colder than I’d expected.As soon as the plane touched down, I called Eve’s grandfather, Malrick. I’d met him a few times before on trips here. He’d always welcomed me.I doubted if he knew the real reason Eve had come back, he would still welcome me. But I called anyway. It was safer to get a clearer picture before I went to her directly.To my surprise, Malrick’s voice hadn’t changed. Warm, steady. But when I asked him not to tell Eve I was in Italy, he hesitated.“Did something happen between you two?” he asked, his tone sharpening. “Is that why my Eve suddenly wanted to move across the globe?”“No,” I lied easily. “It was meant to be a surprise. She doesn’t know I came.”“Oh…” Malrick sighed. “That’s good to hear. I was worried you two had argued. Eve hasn’t been very happy since she arrived.”Not happy. I’d expected that.We agreed to meet at one of his clubs. Malrick Frost’s reach in Italy was larger than the Draycotts’ back home—his businesses darker, his
Kaelen's POVI didn’t sleep. Not for a second.My head spun with memories of Evelina.The first time she came to live with us—seven years old, quiet, withdrawn. She wouldn’t even go into the playroom. Just stayed in her room from morning till night.So I offered her mine.It was the biggest room in the house. The brightest. If she was going to hide, at least let it be in the best one.She moved in without a word. Slept curled up so small she barely took up a corner of the bed.When she turned twelve, I took her to tour my old middle school.She clung to my hand the entire time. Wouldn’t let go.At the end, she leaned in and whispered, “What if I don’t make any friends?”I smiled. “You will. You’re sweet, funny, and too cute to resist.”She blushed.When she turned sixteen, she snuck out to a party with her friends.I was furious. Left a meeting early. Went to the party myself. Pulled her out and drove her home.That night… I realized she wasn’t the shy little girl anymore. She wore mak
Kaelen’s POVI heard my ringtone just as I stepped out of the shower. But with Lilith still out there, I couldn’t walk out like this.So I cracked the door open. “Did someone call me? Pass me my phone.”Lilith glanced back, smiling. “It’s mine.”“Right.” I shut the door and went back to finish dressing.When I came out, she wrapped her arms around my waist.“It’s still early,” she said softly. “Why don’t we go grab breakfast downstairs? Big night ahead, right?”I peeled her hands off me. “Don’t forget—this relationship, this wedding—it’s a performance. You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t said you had news about Eve.”Her smile faltered. She bit her lip, gaze dropping.I didn’t wait. I walked to the door.“Don’t do that again,” I said flatly. “Don’t play pretend with me. We’re not real. We never were. And once Eve’s feelings for me are gone, this ends.”I paused. “Everything you asked for—I’ve given it. So do us both a favor. No more drama.”I reached for the handle.Lilith’s voice stopp
Evelina’s POVHe lifted the gun and pressed it under my chin. “Tell me—how do you want to die?”I didn’t answer.He didn’t wait.The shot rang out, hitting my arm.Pain exploded through me—white-hot, searing. Then numbness. Then a deep, bone-deep burn.“Oops,” the man sneered. “Forgot to mention—I don’t like being told what to do.”I clenched my teeth. “I have money. I can give it to you.”Since the day I moved out, I’d sold everything Kaelen ever gave me.At first, I thought about returning it all. But knowing him, he’d just toss it into the trash. So I sold it instead.Not enough for a billion. But close—half a billion, give or take.And then I sold the Frost mansion. The one my parents and I lived in. I hadn’t stayed there since moving in with the Draycotts. It had just sat there—empty, quiet. I visited now and then, but… it was time to let go.The sale brought in another one and a half billion.I’d planned to give that money back to the Draycotts when I left. A thank-you for all th