Mag-log in“What the fuck is going on in my mother’s room?” The words sliced through the air, sharp and sudden. John froze mid-step, his grip tightening around Evelyn’s wrist. Evelyn’s breath hitched, her pulse jumping as both of them turned at once. Giovanni stood at the doorway. Three bodyguards loomed behind him like shadows, he adjusted the sleeve of his milk-white suit with slow precision, his long hair pulled neatly back, not a strand out of place. One brow lifted as his cold gaze settled on them first John, then Evelyn. The room seemed to shrink under his presence. Evelyn instinctively took a small step back, but John didn’t move. His jaw locked, shoulders stiff, as he placed himself slightly in front of her. Giovanni noticed. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stepped forward, his polished shoes clicking softly against the floor, each step measured, deliberate. “Do you know,” he began, his voice low and controlled, “this can complicate things for you tw
They pushed through the autopsy room doors, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting them immediately. Ezra stood by the table, a file in his hand. He looked up as they approached, his expression serious. “You’re here,” he said, handing the report to John. John took it, his eyes scanning quickly. Evelyn stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the pages. Ezra didn’t wait. “There’s severe internal damage,” he explained, his tone steady. “Bruising deep enough to tear tissue.” He pointed to a section on the report. “And this...” he tapped it lightly, “...a dent in the skull. Strong enough to kill.” Evelyn’s breath hitched slightly. “But that’s not all,” Ezra added, his voice lowering. “She was still alive after the blow. She bled out… slowly. Long enough that she could have been saved.” Evelyn’s hands curled tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. Her jaw clenched as anger burned through her chest. “This guy…” she muttered, her voice tight. “He’s sick. It’s obvious.” Ezra
Simone drove in silence, the car cutting through the quiet road. His hands stayed firm on the wheel, but his eyes kept drifting to the rearview mirror. Evelyn sat at the back, still. Her face turned toward the window, eyes fixed on nothing. The passing trees blurred, but she didn’t blink. Her chest rose slowly, tightly. How long…? How long has this been hidden from her? And Bea… Her jaw clenched. What did he do to her? Threaten her? Break her until she stayed quiet? Simone glanced at her again, then quickly looked away, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. The car finally pulled into the hospital. He stopped. “Room 214,” he said quietly. Evelyn didn’t respond. She was already out of the car. Her steps were fast almost asid she was running as she moved through the hallway, her heart pounding harder with each step. The number came into view. She didn’t hesitate. She pushed the door open. The moment she stepped in, her body stilled. Relief hit first, shar
John stepped out of the autopsy building, the sharp sting of chemicals still clinging to his clothes. His jaw tightened as he pulled out his phone and dialed Evelyn again. The call rang… and rang… then died. No answer.A frown crept onto his face. He tried again. Still nothing.His grip on the phone tightened. Something wasn’t right.He got into his car and slammed the door, the engine roaring to life as his foot pressed hard on the accelerator. The drive back to the mansion felt longer than usual. His fingers tapped impatiently against the steering wheel, his eyes flicking to his phone every few seconds.“Pick up…” he muttered under his breath, dialing her number again.Silence.By the time he pulled into the mansion, tension coiled tightly in his chest. He stepped out quickly, barely shutting the door before striding inside. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he headed straight for her room.He pushed the door open and it was empty.He stepped in slowly, his nose flaring as h
The word hung in the air as simone went still.“Leigh suspects it too,” Mat continued, his tone colder now. “And she doesn’t want you anywhere near her.”Each word landed like a blow.“But don’t worry,” Mat added, almost dismissively, turning slightly as if the decision was already made. “You’ll still be useful. You’ll handle my business from the outside… while I stay here with my wife and kids.”That did it.Something inside Simone snapped.A low, strained breath left him as his claws pushed out, sharp and trembling at his sides. His muscles tensed, shoulders rising, anger flashing across his face but he forced it down.His claws slowly retracted, though his hands still shook.“You can’t do this to me, Mat,” he said, his voice tight, almost breaking under the weight of it. He shook his head, stepping closer again, desperate now. “You should know better than anyone why I chose this path.”Mat’s expression flickered just for a second.Because he did know but it didn’t change anything.
Leigh sat on Mat’s lap in the parlour, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. Simone slowed at the doorway, the glass of water in his hand forgotten as their voices drifted to him.“Did you teach him all that?” Leigh asked, tilting her head, her tone light but edged with something sharper.Simone’s grip tightened around the glass. He didn’t need to ask who she meant.Mat let out a small chuckle, brushing Leigh’s hair behind her ear. “No,” he said easily, a hint of pride slipping through, “but I’m his inspiration, you know.”The words landed hard. Simone swallowed, his throat dry. It was true, painfully true but hearing it said out loud felt like a quiet slap.Leigh’s lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that still carried across the room. “Just make sure he knows he can never be better than you.”Simone’s chest tightened. His fingers curled slightly, the glass creaking under the pressure.Mat didn’t reply with words. He
EVEYLN“Paulo, repeat what you just said.”John blocked the doorway before I could step inside the mansion. His jaw was set, eyes hard. “You need to hear this,” he muttered without looking at me.Paulo shifted from foot to foot, rubbing the back of his neck as if the words burned. “I didn’t know at
EVEYLNI couldn’t hold myself together anymore. My fingers shot out before I could think, snatching the car keys from John’s hand. His startled gasp barely registered as I spun on my heel and stormed down the hallway, shoes slamming against the cold hospital floor with sharp, echoing thuds. The flu
Mimi’s hands froze in the soapy water, a plate slipping back into the sink with a dull splash. Her thoughts tangled, pulling her under. Why had Evelyn suddenly changed like this?She used to be the only one who stood firm, the one who almost got him fired after what he did, the one who swore Mimi w
EVELYN.Harry sat on the floor beside Harriet, his brows drawn tight as he copied the shapes her fingers made. His lips moved silently, trying to catch up with her quick signs. He fumbled once, then laughed at himself, and she giggled back, patient with him.I leaned closer, my hands moving slowly







