Masuk"He never told you about her, did he?"Victoria’s voice didn't rise above a purr, but the words slammed into my ear like a physical blow. Her gloved fingers remained clamped on my forearm, digging through the thin silk of my black dress as she held me hostage near the grand balcony archway.I couldn't move. I couldn't even draw a full breath.Across the cavernous, chandelier-lit ballroom, the crowd parted just enough for the light to hit the VIP lounge near the marble staircase. Cassandra Hale turned slightly, her laughter tinkling like crystal against glass as she raised her left hand to touch Damian’s lapel.The movement caught the golden light of the chandeliers.A blinding, violent flash of white light exploded from her ring finger. An oval-cut diamond, massive and immaculate, set in a band of platinum, sat anchored on her delicate hand. It was the kind of ring that didn't just announce wealth—it announced absolute ownership. It announced an unshakeable, legally binding promise.
"You shouldn't have come here tonight, Eva."The hushed warning came from a waiter passing by with a tray of crystal champagne flutes, but I didn't turn my head to see who said it. I didn't need to. Every single pair of eyes in the velvet-lined grand ballroom was already locked onto me like guns pulled in unison.The heavy double doors of the Knight Plaza Grand Ballroom had closed behind me moments ago, sealing me inside the arena.I wore a simple, striking black column dress—no sparkles, no bright jewelry, no desperate attempts to draw attention. My hair was pulled back into a slick, low bun, and my lips were painted a sharp, unapologetic shade of red. I held my chin high, keeping my spine perfectly straight, forcing my breathing into a slow, rhythmic pattern as the room went dead silent around me.Then came the whispers.They started near the marble archway and spread through the room like oil on water."Is that really her?""The gold-digger from the video?""She actually had the au
"I don't need your pity, Damian. I don't need anyone right now. Just let me be My own voice echoed in my head as I pulled my hand back, stepping out of Damian’s reach the second his elevator doors slid open in the hotel lobby. He had tried to grab my arm, his dark eyes frantic, asking where I had been and why my face looked so ghost-white. But I couldn't look at him. Every word Victoria had spat in my face—cheap slut, gold-digger, broken woman—was still ringing in my ears like a loud, violent alarm.I turned my back on him and ran, my legs moving on complete autopilot until I reached the hotel suite.The heavy wooden door clicked shut. The deadbolt snapped into place.And just like that, the quiet swallowed me whole.The blanket of silence was too heavy, too thick. My hands began to shake violently as I dropped my purse onto the floor. I took two steps toward the center of the room, but my knees gave out completely. I hit the floor hard, my knees smashing against the cold wood, but I
"You carry bad luck, Eva, and I won't let you destroy my son."The door to the penthouse had barely clicked shut behind Damian before Victoria Knight swept into the room like a cold front.Damian had left at dawn to handle an emergency board meeting triggered by Ryan's viral video, leaving me alone in the quiet suite. I hadn't even finished my first cup of coffee when the door unlocked and Victoria stepped inside, flanked by two towering men in black suits.She didn't knock. She didn't ask permission. She walked in like she owned the building, her tailored cream suit pristine, her dark silver hair swept into a tight bun, and a heavy pearl necklace resting against her neck. She looked immaculate, powerful, and entirely dangerous."Mrs. Knight," I said, my voice tight as I set my mug down on the glass table. "Damian isn't here.""I know he isn't," Victoria replied, her eyes sweeping over my worn clothes and pale face with absolute disgust. "I waited for my son to leave so I wouldn't hav
"Touch her again, Ryan, and I'll bury you before Alive.Damian didn't wait for a response. He covered the distance between them in two lethal strides, his large hand snapping around Ryan’s wrist with bone-crushing force.A sharp crack echoed through the rain as Damian twisted Ryan's arm back, forcing him to release my soaked coat. Before Ryan could even scream, Damian’s heavy fist slammed directly into the side of his jaw.The impact sounded like a dropped stone. Ryan was lifted off his feet, crashing hard onto the wet stone steps."Damian, stop!" I gasped, my throat tight as the rain blinded my eyes.Damian didn't hear me. He was a creature of pure, unbridled violence now. He stepped over Ryan, grabbed him by the collar of his expensive suit, and yanked him up only to drive a devastating knee straight into his ribs. Ryan let out a pathetic, wet choke, coughing blood onto the white marble. Damian threw him against the heavy front door, his hand clamping around Ryan's throat, shutting
You have ten minutes, Eva, or the entire country hears what a dirty little fraud you are.Ryan’s voice came through the phone like cold grease on a raw wound.I stood at the edge of the stone driveway. The dark iron gates of the Croft estate loomed over me like the bars of a cage. Cold rain whipped across my face, soaking straight through my clothes and plastering my hair to my neck. But the freezing water didn't compare to the icy numb feeling spreading through my chest.I'm at the gate, Ryan," I said, keeping my voice dead even. "Open it.The heavy iron doors groaned as they pulled back. I stepped through, my heels clicking hard against the wet asphalt. Every step felt like walking toward a firing squad, but I forced my chin up. My heart was pounding like a trapped bird against my ribs, but I locked my face into stone. I refused to let him see me shake.Ryan stood on the grand porch under the covered stone entrance. He wore a crisp suit, casually swirling a glass of dark liquor in h







