MasukEvelyn POVI came awake slowly to warm sheets, the faint scent of cedarwood, clean linen and a pillow that was softer than anything I owned. For a few blissful seconds, I just lay there with my eyes closed, letting the comfort soak into my bones.Then I opened my eyes and remembered — this wasn't my bed.The room was bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined one wall, stuffed with paperbacks and vinyl records crammed sideways into every gap. A half-empty mug of tea sat on the coffee table beside an open laptop, its screen long gone dark. Vincent's apartment — tasteful but lived-in, warm in a way that expensive places rarely were.And there, in the easy chair beside the bed, was Vincent Hayes.He was asleep.His head was tilted to one side, his honey-brown hair falling across his forehead in soft, messy waves. One arm hung over the armrest, his long fingers loosely curled. His tie was gone, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeve
Adrian POVI sat in my office staring at the verdict on my screen, unable to feel anything but a hollow sense of wrongness.Isabella walks free due to insufficient evidence.I should have been relieved. The verdict protected her—protected us both, really. It means there would be no public scandal or drawn-out trial. No messy details were exposed in the media about what Isabella had supposedly done.But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong.My phone buzzed. It was a message from Isabella: "We won! I told you everything would work out."I didn't respond because as I stared at those words, all I could think about was Evelyn—sitting in that courtroom, watching the judge rule against her, understanding that the people who'd orchestrated her kidnapping and sale to human traffickers were going to face no real consequences.Someone had tried to kill her.The fact of it kept hitting me like a blow, even though I'd known it for weeks now. Intellectually, I understood wha
Evelyn POV"Gabriel," I said, my voice a mixture of surprise and bitterness that slowly crept into my voice as I stared at him. I wanted desperately to hate this man, but even as I stared, I could feel the hatred dissipating."Evelyn," he said quietly, his voice filled with concern. "I heard about the verdict. I needed to see you. To make sure you're okay."I stood frozen in the doorway, aware that Vincent was in the kitchen making a sandwich, unaware that Gabriel had just shown up. Aware that this moment—this unexpected confrontation—was going to complicate everything."How did you know where I was?" I asked."I have people," Gabriel said. "People who keep me informed about your whereabouts. I know you don't want to see me. I know you're still angry with me. But Evelyn, we need to talk about what happened in that courthouse today."Vincent emerged from the kitchen at that moment, a plate with a sandwich in his hands. He stopped short when he saw Gabriel, his expression shifting to so
Evelyn POVInside the courthouse, the hallway was already beginning to fill with people. Journalists who'd somehow gotten wind of the case. Spectators. The families of the accused. I spotted Victoria being escorted through the corridor, her face carefully composed into an expression of wounded innocence.She'd been arrested at the airport trying to flee Crescent Harbour. She'd claimed—through her lawyer—that she'd been coerced by the men who took me. That she hadn't known what she was really facilitating. That she'd just needed the money and had made a terrible mistake.Isabella was there as well, surrounded by her family, looking fragile and betrayed in a way I knew was carefully calculated to elicit maximum sympathy from the judge."Evelyn." Vincent appeared at my side, looking apologetic. "I'm so sorry about this morning. The client meeting ran longer than expected. Are you okay?""I'm fine," I said, though I was anything but fine. "Adrian brought me."Vincent's eyebrows rose sligh
Evelyn POVIt’s been three weeks since Vincent brought me home, since I'd discovered the full extent of Victoria's betrayal, since I'd begun the slow process of reclaiming my life.But today, I wasn't sure any of that mattered.I'd spent the past week listening to Isabella sob in the witness stand, claiming she would never hurt me, swearing on her dead grandmother that she had nothing to do with my kidnapping.I'd watched her attorney turn to me and suggest that perhaps I was suffering from brain damage. Perhaps the trauma of my kidnapping had caused me to imagine conspiracies that didn't exist. That perhaps I was the delusional one, not her innocent client.The evidence was circumstantial. A text message could be interpreted in multiple ways. A bank deposit could have been for something else entirely. My testimony—the only solid proof that Victoria and Isabella had been involved—was just the word of a woman who'd been kidnapped and traumatised.The court didn't care about logic. It d
Evelyn POVThe anger was growing now, a slow burn that started in my chest and radiated outward. Victoria had raised me—or rather, she'd lived in the same house as me while making my life miserable. She'd pretended to care about me while secretly hating me. She'd plotted with Isabella and Adrian to manipulate my company, and when that wasn't enough, she'd decided to sell me literally."I want to see the evidence," I said. "I want to see everything.""Evelyn—" Vincent started."No," I said, my voice sharp. "Don't protect me. Not anymore. I've been kept in the dark long enough. I want to see what Victoria did. I want to understand exactly how much she betrayed me."Vincent exchanged a look with Grace, and Belle squeezed my hand."Okay," Vincent said quietly. "But let me get you some food first. And the doctor said you need to take your medication. Then we'll go through the evidence."Over the next hour, I at
Evelyn POVI followed Gabriel to the private room like a sheep to a slaughterhouse.At this point, my brain was jumping with anticipation at the promise of whatever Gabriel had mentioned, and I could barely function. There was no part of me telling me to turn back, too. I wanted to experience it al
Gabriel POVI stood and watched until Evelyn’s car disappeared from my sight.I was so hard.It had taken me all the restraints I could muster not to unleash my want on Evelyn. I wanted her to come to me, not the other way around, and everyone knows I do not force women. Yet, I was desperate to get
Evelyn POVAfter he left, Belle grabbed my arm and practically screamed."Oh my God, Evelyn!" she squealed, bouncing slightly. "I wouldn't blame you one bit for having that reaction. Vincent looked absolutely dashing. The man could make a potato sack look good."I laughed despite myself, shaking my
Evelyn POVI was having one of those dreams where I was falling, my stomach lurching with the sensation of weightlessness, when a soft knock on my bedroom door pulled me back to consciousness.I'd woken up once already this morning but had decided the bed was too comfortable to leave. So I drifted







