LOGINChapter 85 – The HealerThe distant cry of seagulls blended with the crashing waves against the cliffs, creating a natural symphony that welcomed the arrival of a perfect morning.Golden sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, dancing softly across Eva’s sleeping face.The morning air was warm, carrying the fresh scent of the ocean.Aron sat beside the bed, his fingers gently brushing through Eva’s hair. Slowly, they moved down to touch her cheek with a tenderness that still felt unfamiliar.As if he was trying to make up for every mistake he had ever made."Wake up, sweetheart..."His voice was quiet.Warm.Without the commanding tone she had grown used to."I’m waiting for you to have breakfast with me in the garden."Eva slowly opened her eyes.The first thing she saw was Aron Loghan smiling at her.Not the cold, distant smile she usually knew.A real smile.Soft.Alive.Rare."In the garden?"Her voice carried uncertainty."The sky is clear today. We should sit outside."Aron
Chapter 84 – Starting OverOutside, darkness had already swallowed the sky.The black ocean beneath the cliff stretched endlessly, shimmering beneath the reflection of distant city lights. The gentle night breeze slipped through the open balcony curtains, carrying the cold scent of the sea.Eva sat on the edge of the bed, her back resting against the carved wooden post. Her knees were drawn close to her chest, her body trembling slightly from exhaustion.The air she breathed felt heavy, as if it still carried the remnants of Aron’s anger and the intensity of the emotions that had consumed him.Earlier, when Aron had held her, when his affection had nearly turned into something painful, Eva had felt it clearly.The man she loved was standing on the edge of something dangerous.Caught between a love that frightened her and an obsession that suffocated her.Aron had not physically hurt her.But his eyes had been enough.Those dark eyes had felt like blades, cutting through every layer of
CHAPTER 83RAGEThe cold black marble table became a silent witness to the storm raging between them.Aron Loghan stood over Eva, his tall figure rigid with anger, his expression darker than she had ever seen. His hands gripped the edge of the table, his breathing heavy, every muscle in his body tense as if he were fighting against himself.Eva refused to look away.She refused to surrender to the fear burning inside her.“Don’t look at me like that.”Aron’s voice was rough, almost breaking beneath the weight of his emotions.“I could lose control when you challenge me like this.”He still could not understand how Eva had managed to access his private laptop.How had she discovered the code?How had she crossed the one boundary he believed no one would ever cross?The thought of betrayal, even the smallest one, was enough to tear through the carefully controlled world Aron had built.“I trusted you.”His voice lowered.“But you went beyond my limits.”Eva’s eyes remained steady.“I am
CHAPTER 82THE MAN WHO HATED BEING DISTURBEDAron stood before the dressing room mirror, his tall frame rigid and imposing, his jaw clenched beneath a gaze as cold and unyielding as black stone.The sleeve of his shirt was stained with wine spilled by one of the guests earlier that evening.For Aron Loghan, appearance was never a trivial matter. He was meticulous, disciplined, and almost obsessive about perfection. Anything out of place, anything careless, anything dirty, irritated him beyond measure.A soft but professional voice came from outside the door.“Mr. Loghan, your spare clothes.”“Leave them there.”His voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion.Chatrine placed the suit neatly on the leather chair beside the entrance. She knew her employer well. Aron disliked interruptions, especially when it came to his privacy.Her footsteps slowly faded away. The door closed.Silence returned.Aron looked at his reflection in the mirror. His expression remained calm, cold, and focu
CHAPTER 81THE INTRUDERVilla d’Émeraude, Cap Martin.An exclusive sanctuary hidden along one of the most private corners of the French Riviera.Located between Menton and Monaco, surrounded by breathtaking medieval villages and untouched coastal landscapes, the estate stood like a world separated from ordinary life.The magnificent cliffside villa, where the most luxurious gatherings were held, seemed almost unreal.The distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks blended with the elegant melody of a live classical performance drifting from the grand piano in the main hall.The moment Evanka Collins stepped inside, the atmosphere of wealth and privilege surrounded her.Premium champagne flowed freely.Guests smiled with expensive elegance.Yet behind every perfect expression was calculation.Evanka’s eyes never stopped searching.She was looking for one person.The man who mattered most.Aron Loghan.The classical music continued softly throughout the room. Elite guests stood wi
CHAPTER 80THE CLEVER WOMANEvanka Collins was already preparing to leave the yacht when something caught her attention.In the corner of the lower deck stood a small reservation table.On it were stacks of business cards, yacht club schedules, and a black folder marked:PRIVATE GUESTSHer heartbeat immediately quickened.She glanced left and right.No one was watching.With movements as silent as a whisper, Evanka approached the table. Her skilled fingers touched the folder and slowly opened it.“Damn it… password protected?”Her eyes narrowed when she saw the tablet inside.But then she noticed something else.A small golden access card partially hidden beneath a pile of invitations.The same crown-shaped symbol from the digital invitation she had seen earlier.There it is…Her hand almost reached for the card when—“Mrs. Folonari.”The deep voice behind her made her freeze.A cold, masculine scent of expensive cologne filled the air.Slowly, she turned around.A man in a black suit







