MasukEvelyn POVDamien's face crumbled.His chin trembled, his eyes welled up, his shoulders sagged forward until he was hunched over the breakfast bar with his head in his hands."She's my mother," he whispered."And she was supposed to be mine too." The words came out before I could stop them, carrying a weight I hadn't expected. "When she married my father, she stood in our living room and told me she would love me like her own. She said we were a family. She said I'd never be alone again."I could hear the twelve-year-old girl in my own voice, and I hated it. I hated that Victoria could still reach that deep, could still find the scared, motherless child inside me who had wanted so desperately to be loved that she'd believed a stranger's promises."But we were never a family, Damien. I was an asset to be managed. A stepping stone to my father's money and the Whitmore name. Victoria never loved me. She never even pretended to love me when there weren't witnesses around. And you..." I lo
Evelyn POVThe words washed over me, melting my heart for a second, and it was not because they were true, but because of how desperately he believed them. Damien genuinely thought Victoria was a good person who'd made mistakes. He genuinely believed that the woman who'd orchestrated my kidnapping, who'd embezzled millions from my father's company, who'd used Bennett Holdings as a front for drug distribution, was simply a flawed mother who deserved mercy.That was the tragedy of Damien Bennett. Not that he was evil. He wasn't. He was something almost worse. He was wilfully blind, so thoroughly shaped by Victoria's manipulation that he couldn't see her clearly even when the evidence was stacked to the ceiling."Come inside," I said.He blinked, surprised. "Really?""I'm not having this conversation on my front kerb."I unlocked the gate and walked up the short path to my front door, Damien trailing behind me like a reluctant dog being led to the vet. The townhouse was dark inside. I fl
Evelyn POVGrace pulled up to the front gates of my townhouse at exactly seven forty-five, the sky already darkened to a deep indigo with the last stubborn streak of sunset clinging to the horizon like it didn't want to let go. I knew the feeling."Are you sure you don't want me to come in?" Grace asked, her hands still on the steering wheel, her eyes scanning my face with scrutiny she'd been deploying since we'd left the office. "I can stay. Order food. Help you go through the flash drive. I don't have anywhere to be tonight.""Grace, you've been at work since seven this morning. Go home. Take a bath. Watch something terrible on television. I'll be fine. Besides, no one knows I'll be here. I had to leave the mansion for this place to avoid unnecessary eyes and for security concerns."She didn't look convinced, but she knew me well enough to know that pushing would only make me dig in harder. "Call me if you need anything. I mean it. Anything. Even if it's midnight.""I will.""You wo
Evelyn POVI opened my mouth. Then I closed it.Because the truth was, I did have an idea. A quiet, persistent idea that had been forming in the back of my mind since Morales first said the words "anonymous tip." An idea that made my stomach tighten and my pulse quicken, and my feelings tangle into a knot I couldn't begin to untangle.But I wasn't ready to say it out loud. Not here and not yet."No," I said. "I don't."Morales studied me for a moment, then nodded. "If anything comes to mind, you have my card."He walked us out.The evening air hit my face as we pushed through the station's front doors, cool and tinged with salt from the harbour. The sun was setting behind the skyline, painting the clouds in streaks of copper and pink. It was the kind of sunset that looked like it belonged on a postcard, completely at odds with the heaviness sitting in my chest.Belle linked her arm through mine as we walked toward the parking lot."Drugs, Evelyn," she said quietly. "That woman was run
Evelyn POVGhost employees. I felt sick. Victoria had been manufacturing fake staff members and collecting their salaries. For years. Right under my nose, right under the company's nose, facilitated by the very man whose job was supposed to be managing our people.I knew she'd been stealing, but this... was far beyond my expectations. "There's more," Morales said, and his tone shifted into something heavier. He pulled out another set of documents and placed them on the table with the reverence of a man handling evidence he knew would change the course of a case. "The packet also contained records of communications between Mrs Bennett and several individuals linked to narcotics distribution networks operating in the Crescent Harbour port area."Belle's hand found my knee under the table and gripped it."Narcotics?" I heard myself say."It appears that Mrs. Bennett may have been using Bennett Holdings' commercial property portfolio as a front for facilitating the storage and distributi
Evelyn POVMorales looked like he wanted to say something about procedure, then apparently decided it wasn't worth the fight. "Follow me."He led us through a series of corridors that got progressively less public-facing and more functional. The walls shifted from painted drywall to bare cinder block. The ceiling tiles gave way to exposed pipes. We passed a row of interview rooms with heavy doors and narrow windows, and I caught a glimpse through one of them of a woman sitting at a metal table.Victoria.I only saw her for a second as we walked past, but it was enough. She was sitting with her back straight and her hands folded on the table in front of her, dressed in what I recognised as her "travelling outfit," a tailored cream blazer over a navy blouse, pearl earrings, her blonde hair pulled back in a low chignon. She looked composed. Polished. Like a woman waiting for a business lunch, not a woman who'd been pulled off an international flight and escorted to a police station in ha
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







