LOGINEvelyn POVI took a deep breath and adjusted the straps of my emerald green gown. The dress hugged my curves perfectly, the colour bringing out the richness of my skin. I'd chosen it, hoping that leaning into my femininity would make the crowd go easy on me tonight.I stared at my relfection in the car window, inhaling deeply as I smoothed the front of my dress. My hands were trembling a little from the nerves.“Okay, Evelyn,” I whispered to myself. "You're beautiful, you’re worthy, and you’ve survived worse than this. You’re going to walk in there with you head held high. You can do this."Grace sat in the passenger seat hunched over her iPad fuming."How dare they?" she said, her voice shaking with anger. "How dare these people? Can't they celebrate you for leaving Adrian? Why are they calling you out like this? Why are they so cruel?"Since my press conference hours ago, the internet has exploded. Only a handful of people had supported me. The rest had turned into a vicious mob, te
Evelyn POVI stood in the small backroom of the Crescent Harbour Public Hall, staring at my reflection in the long mirror. A woman looked back at me—one wearing light makeup, a simple, deep red dress, and her hair pinned neatly behind her ears. She looked calm.But inside, I was anything but.My heart beat hard against my ribs, loud enough that I was sure Belle could hear it. She stood beside me, flipping through a clipboard, double-checking the itinerary for the press conference one last time.I drew in a slow breath.In my past life, I’d had so many moments when I wanted to speak up. When I tried to tell people the truth about who I was, what I wanted, what I believed in.But every single time, fear had stopped me. Fear of what people would say, fear of what my family would think, fear of disappointing the people around me and fear of disappointing Adrian’s family.So I’d stayed silent and let other people write my story. I’d let Adrian control my life and allowed my family to dicta
Vincent POVI sat at the long glass table in the Hayes Acquisitions conference room with a catalogue open in front of me, but my mind kept drifting.“Lot 7,” I said, forcing myself to focus. “What’s the latest authentication report?”My head of curation, Julia Hart, pushed her glasses up her nose and slid a folder toward me.“It’s the silver astrolabe from the Imperial Crown Auction,” she said. “Provenance is… strange. The paperwork looks complete, but the ink on the earliest document is too fresh. There are also tiny tool marks on the inner rim that suggest recent tampering.”I flipped through the report. Simple, clear words filled the page, but all I heard was Evelyn’s voice from our meeting at Cedar Heights:Most of the pieces will be fake. It’s a trap.I cleared my throat. “So you’re not confident?”Julia shook her head. “No, sir. If it were any other house, I would pull out. But this is the Imperial Crown Auction. They usually don’t risk their name with bad items.”Usually.I con
Gabriel POVI knew he hated this part of what we did. He hated the collateral damage and innocent people getting caught in the crossfire."Does Evahlyn live in Crescent Harbour?" I asked, trying to school my expression."Yes," He confirmed. "And I'm afraid her life is in danger. We can't afford to have another innocent person suffer because of you."I leaned back in my chair and sighed. "Okay, Buddha, what do you suggest we do?"Rowan’s nickname was Buddha—because, unlike me, he believed in peaceful solutions and redemption. He had this stupid idea about rewriting what people knew as the Mafia. He wanted to build a world where we didn’t have to spill blood every single time, we wanted to make a point.It was never going to happen. But I liked that he tried.Why I still kept him as my underboss was a mystery to me because he was so darned disciplined. But if you mistake his discipline, his want for peace and his façade of fragility, you’d end up with a neat bullet hole at the back of y
Gabriel POV"Who sent you?" I asked, striking the man tied to the chair.The overhead lamp was the only light in the dark room, casting shadows across his bruised face. His left eye was swollen shut, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.The man's face lolled to the right, and then he started laughing. His entire body shook with it, like something was hilarious.He turned to face me directly, blood staining his teeth."You can kill me, Ross," he said, his voice hoarse. "But you won't get a single word out of me."I snickered and leaned back. "You think death is your redemption? That if I kill you, you'll be a martyr?" I shook my head. "No. I'll make sure death is not your redemption. I'll make sure you suffer long enough to regret ever crossing me."I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him to think about those words.Someone handed me a rag in the hallway. I wiped the last trace of blood off my fingers and tossed the rag into a bucket beside the door.My PA, Dax, fel
Evelyn POVI walked into my penthouse bedroom with a heavy sigh and loosened my tie like it was choking me. My head had been pounding since morning, and the silence of the room did nothing to help.I shrugged out of my suit jacket and let it fall carelessly on the nearest chair. I was exhausted.Not physically…no. I was used to working for long hours, but mentally. My mind was spinning with everything and nothing at once.The Bangria project was stalling. Everything was moving too slowly, and I couldn't figure out why.When I'd traveled to Bangria, I'd seen it as an opportunity to do two things at once.First, I wanted to finalize the deal with the Ross Family—a partnership that could generate significant profit for Whitmore Group. Second, I wanted to find Evelyn. To make sure she was okay and to see if I could convince her to come back home with me.But neither had gone according to plan.The Ross rep had given me nothing but silence. I waited for hours with our representative in Ban







