My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me

Eveline wasn’t sure how she got from the bar to this spacious, luxury high-rise apartment with the glass walls that overlooked the city’s skylight. But the stranger standing in front of her was looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole. “Something tells me this isn’t something you do on a regular,” he murmured. “I could call an Uber for you…” She shook her head. “No. It’s exactly what I do. I go to seedy bars with lights that hurt the eyes and pick up strange men.” He was taking off his shirt, undoing the buttons one by one as he watched her. Her throat felt dry—too dry. But she wasn’t going to chicken out now. The last button came off, and his shirt slid to the ground with a whisper. Eveline gasped. His chest was covered in tattoos---intricate, beautiful tattoos. He took a step closer, a wry smile tugging his lips. “Something wrong?” “N-no,” she said quickly, her breath hitching as he stepped closer. She took one back, instinctively, but her back hit the wall. He

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Eveline rushed out, panting softly. She’d run through the parking lot—from the free spot she found to park her car, through the hospital lobby, narrowly avoiding a man in a wheelchair and an IV hooked to his arm, barely making it into the elevator before it closed. She strode down the hallway, her steps brisk and impatient, a prayer at the back of her mind. “Please, don’t let him be dead. Please…he’s the only thing I have left.” Her phone had been buzzing nonstop since she left Lucien—the jerk’s house—and she had over twenty missed calls from Shane. She couldn’t handle it right now, the excuses he was bound to give her, the lies he’d force down her throat.After all, she hadn’t walked into the room or taken pictures as evidence. All she had was her word, and he was good at twisting them whenever they argued. Her father was more important. She turned down a corridor, her heart in her mouth. Nurse Belinda had told her, after the seco

Snot ran down Shane’s nose. “Eveline. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it, I swear. It was just a one time thing, and she was the one who came on to me!” “Look—” he held up his phone, the screen bright against her face. “I broke it off.” She could see the messages, the words spelled wrongly. “Its ova btwn us. Don’t call me agin.” “But you said you were going to leave her.” “I love Evie. Not you. You forced me to cheat on her.” The last message had been deleted. She rolled her eyes and looked away. He grabbed her hand, his fingers digging into her wrist. Eveline’s eyes sharpened as she faced him. She wanted to slap him across the cheek. To scream and yell at him. But they were seated in an outdoor café three minutes from the clinic. She couldn’t afford to ruin her reputation. She dug into the pockets of her scrubs and placed the ring on the table. “Here. I don’t know how much you bought it, but I’m sure you get a half-refund.” “Please,” he clung to her hand as she t

Did she have the right address? Eveline’s hand fell to her side as her jaw hung slack, the scrunchie she’d been struggling to tie her hair with, dangling from an unintentional messy bun. She was standing at the end of a cobblestone-style driveway, staring at the house at the other end. She took a look at her phone, at the address she’d typed into her note app before leaving Green Hill an hour ago, after she found out Lucien had left for the day, promising her dad she’d be back the next day. Right on time to help him move out of the hospital. Eveline had no intention of letting that happen, though. That’s why she was here, standing in front of the most gorgeous house she’d ever seen. Lush green lawn flanked both sides of the driveway, leading up to a two-story building with stone walls and warm wood accents, and large dark-framed windows with drapes drawn across them. Behind the house were trees, taller than the brown roof, making it look like a dream resort tucked into the

“You look like you walked through a hurricane to get here,” Lily said as she met Eveline at the nurse’s station, the words leaving her lips as she took a good look at her, then a second double-take. Her brows furrowed as she dropped her file on a desk with a smack, grabbing Eveline’s face in both hands. She turned it one way, then the other. “Huh…” she tucked her tongue in her cheek, inspecting with all seriousness. “You don’t look like you were crying, so it’s safe to say Shane didn’t do anything wrong.”“But,” she stuck her tongue out. “Something is going on. I can tell.”Eveline gently pulled her hands off. “There’s nothing going on.”Lily shook her head and wagged her finger. “Nope. I’ve been your best friend for years now, Eveline. I know when you’re lying. I also know that I texted you five times, but you didn’t respond—which is unlike you. So—” she folded her arms, “—are you going to tell me or should I have to pry it from your mind?”“Seriously,” Eveline mumbled. “I’m okay.”