Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO

Evelyn's POV

The smell of expensive perfume and cheap sweat filled the bedroom. It was a scent I would never forget.

I stood at the door, my hand trembling as I held the doorknob. I had come home early to surprise my husband, Marcus, for our third anniversary. I was carrying a secret—a tiny, flickering heartbeat inside me. I was six weeks pregnant.

But the surprise was on me.

The bed groaned. I heard a woman’s moan—a sound so familiar it made my skin crawl. It wasn't just any woman. I knew that high-pitched, fake whimper.

I pushed the door open.

The sight broke my world. My husband, Marcus, was pinned against the headboard, and my younger sister, Sarah, was draped over him. Her blonde hair, the same color as mine, was spread across the pillows I had picked out.

"Marcus, oh god, Marcus," Sarah gasped.

Marcus looked up. His eyes met mine. There was no guilt. There was no horror. There was only annoyance.

"Evelyn? You’re home early," he said, not even trying to pull away from my sister.

Sarah turned around, a smirk playing on her lips. She didn't reach for the covers. She wanted me to see. "Oops. I guess the secret is out, big sister."

"How could you?" My voice was a whisper. My stomach cramped, a sharp pain shooting through my abdomen. "Both of you. How long?"

"Since before the wedding," Marcus said, finally pushing Sarah aside to sit up. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around his cold face. "You’re boring, Evelyn. You’re a dutiful wife, but you have no fire. Sarah... Sarah knows how to please a man."

"I'm pregnant," I choked out, clutching my stomach.

Marcus froze for a second, then he laughed. It was a dry, cruel sound. "So? That just makes things complicated. I was going to ask for a divorce today anyway. My father’s company is finally in my name. I don't need your family's connections anymore."

"You used me," I realized. The pain in my stomach was getting worse. I felt something warm trickle down my leg.

"Everyone uses someone, Evie," Sarah said, walking toward me. She looked like an angel, but her heart was rotten. "But now, you’re in the way. Marcus and I want the inheritance. If you’re alive, and pregnant, the lawyers will make it difficult."

I backed away, heading for the stairs. I needed to get to a hospital. My baby... I had to save my baby.

"Where are you going?" Marcus’s voice was right behind me.

I reached the top of the stairs, my vision blurring. "I’m calling the police. I’m calling the lawyers. I’ll ruin you."

Marcus’s face turned dark. He grabbed my arm, his grip like iron. "No, you won't."

"Let go of me!" I screamed.

He didn't let go. He shoved.

It wasn't a light push. It was a full-force strike to my chest. I flew backward. Time seemed to slow down. I saw Sarah smiling from the doorway. I saw Marcus’s cold, indifferent eyes.

Then, there was the air. Then, the crashing pain.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My body hit the marble steps over and over. My head slammed against the floor at the bottom.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't move. I could feel the life draining out of me. The warmth between my legs was thick now. Blood. So much blood.

"Is she dead?" Sarah’s voice came from above.

Marcus walked down the stairs, stepping over my broken body. He looked down at me. I tried to speak, but only a thick, metallic liquid came out of my mouth.

"She’s gone," Marcus said. He looked at his watch. "Call the police. Tell them she tripped. It was an accident."

He didn't even blink. He walked to the kitchen to pour a drink.

As my eyes began to glaze over, I felt a scream in my soul. If there is a God, if there is a devil, give me another chance. I will give up everything. Just let me kill them. Let me protect my child.

Darkness swallowed me.

"Evelyn! Wake up! You’re going to be late for the gala!"

A sharp sting on my cheek snapped my eyes open.

I gasped, sitting bolt upright. I was shaking, my lungs burning as if I hadn't breathed in years. I immediately clutched my stomach, sobbing.

"My baby... my baby..."

"What baby? Have you been dreaming about food again?"

I froze. I knew that voice.

I looked up. Standing in front of me was Sarah. But she looked younger. Her face was less polished, her jewelry less expensive. She was wearing a pink dress that I remembered. I had bought it for her for the Miller Group Gala.

The Miller Group Gala. That was five years ago.

I looked around. I wasn't on the cold marble floor. I was in my old bedroom at my father’s house. The sun was shining through the windows. The calendar on the desk caught my eye.

June 14, 2021.

I was back. I was five years in the past. This was the night Marcus was supposed to propose to me.

"Evelyn? Why are you staring at me like that? You look like you've seen a ghost," Sarah said, crossing her arms. "Get up. Marcus is waiting downstairs. He says he has a big surprise for you tonight."

A surprise. I knew what it was. A diamond ring that was paid for with my father’s money, and a lifetime of misery.

I looked at Sarah. My sweet, "innocent" sister. In my past life, I gave her everything. I bought her clothes, I paid her tuition, and I shared my secrets with her. And she had watched me die with a smile.

A cold, hard lump formed in my chest. The "sweet" Evelyn was dead. She died on those stairs.

"I'm coming," I said. My voice was steady. It was cold.

"Finally," Sarah huffed. "Hurry up. I want to get there before the champagne runs out."

She turned and walked out.

I stood up and went to the full-length mirror. I looked young. My skin was glowing, and my eyes weren't sunken from years of crying. I touched my belly. It was flat. My baby wasn't there yet—but I would make sure that when the time came, the world would be safe for them.

I dressed in a deep red silk gown. In my previous life, I wore white because Marcus liked "purity." Not tonight. Tonight, I wore the color of blood.

I walked downstairs. Marcus was standing in the foyer, looking handsome in a black tuxedo. When he saw me, he put on that fake, charming smile that used to make my heart flutter. Now, it made me want to vomit.

"Evelyn, you look stunning," he said, reaching for my hand to kiss it.

I pulled my hand away before he could touch me, pretending to adjust my earring. "Let’s go. We don't want to be late."

He blinked, surprised by my coldness, but he shrugged it off. "Of course, darling."

The gala was loud and crowded. The elite of the city were all there. Marcus was busy networking, trying to suck up to investors. I stood by the bar, sipping water, watching him and Sarah exchange secret glances. They thought they were being subtle. They weren't.

Suddenly, the room went quiet.

The heavy double doors of the ballroom opened. A man walked in, and it felt like the oxygen left the room.

Cade Miller.

The CEO of the Miller Group. The man who owned half the city. He was known as the "Ice King." He was ruthless, incredibly wealthy, and dangerously handsome. In my last life, he was a shadow—someone I saw in newspapers, someone who never spared me a glance. He was Marcus’s biggest rival, the man Marcus feared most.

Cade walked through the crowd, his presence like a physical weight. His eyes were dark, sharp, and bored.

As he walked past the bar, his gaze shifted. For a split second, his eyes locked onto mine.

I didn't look away. I didn't blush like the other women. I stared back with all the coldness and rage I was carrying from my death.

Cade paused. His eyebrows drifted up just a fraction. He looked at me—really looked at me—as if he were seeing a person for the first time.

"Evelyn! There you are," Marcus said, appearing at my side. He grabbed my waist, trying to assert dominance. He looked at Cade and paled. "Mr. Miller. Good evening."

Cade didn't look at Marcus. He kept his eyes on me.

"Who is she?" Cade asked. His voice was a deep, low rumble that vibrated in my chest.

"This is my girlfriend, Evelyn Vance," Marcus said, his voice trembling slightly.

Cade stepped closer. He was much taller than Marcus. He leaned in, the scent of expensive sandalwood and cold air surrounding me.

"Evelyn," Cade murmured. It wasn't a greeting. It sounded like a claim. "You’re wearing the wrong color."

"And what color should I be wearing, Mr. Miller?" I asked, my voice defiant.

A small, dangerous smirk touched his lips. "Mine."

He leaned into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine that wasn't from fear.

"Leave him," Cade whispered so only I could hear. "He’s a small man. You need a king."

Before I could respond, he stepped back and walked away, leaving the entire room whispering.

Marcus was shaking with rage. "What did he say to you? That man is a predator, Evelyn. Stay away from him."

I looked at Marcus, then at Sarah, who was staring at Cade with naked greed.

I smiled. It was the first real smile I’d had since I woke up.

"Don't worry, Marcus," I said softly. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

The game had started. In my last life, I was the prey. In this one, I was the hunter. And I had just found a very powerful weapon.