LOGINEvelyn didn't let them wait long. As Iris reached the peak of her theatrical sobbing, Evelyn slowly extended her hand. Resting in her palm, catching the dim light of the staff room, was a blood-red ruby necklace.Iris’s tear-stained face transformed instantly. The despair vanished, replaced by a sharp, jagged excitement. "Mom! Look! I told you she stole it!". She wiped her eyes, her triumphant grin clashing violently with her previous state of collapse.Evelyn let out a dry, hollow laugh. "Iris, you really should consider a career in acting. You’d win an Oscar for that pivot alone".Eleanor Carter didn’t join the laughter. She looked at the necklace in Evelyn’s hand with a mixture of profound disappointment and cold fury. "Evelyn, why? Why must you become a thief? You sat there and watched your brother tear this room apart, knowing the whole time you had it"."She’s a liar and a parasite!" Iris added, her voice gaining a righteous edge.Evelyn remained unphased. "I found this tucked u
"Since you're so eager to back out, I assume you're not as desperate for the cash as the market suggests," Evelyn said, her voice like silk over gravel.Lucien Hale studied her for a moment, his analytical gaze lingering on her sharp features. He wasn't used to being outnegotiated, especially not by a woman the world considered "broken.""Fine," Lucien conceded, his voice dropping an octave. "If you can clear the full wire transfer by Monday, I’ll knock off another million. Consider it a discount for your... persistent tongue."Nora practically vibrated with excitement beside her, gripping Evelyn’s arm. "Evelyn! That’s incredible! Buy it!"Evelyn maintained her mask of cold indifference, but a spark of dark satisfaction flickered in her chest. A million-dollar discount. It seemed the "Good Doctor" did have a price for his ego after all. Or perhaps, she had finally insulted him into a state of clarity.They sat down to finalize the paperwork. The real estate agent was nearly weeping wi
The heavy rain battered the windows of the Carter mansion, matching the cold calculation in Evelyn’s eyes. She spent the afternoon checking the "Alpha Investor" group chat.[White Knight]: Next week is up in the air. If I have time, I’ll show.Evelyn watched the notification, her lips curling. The "White Knight"—Lucien—was as arrogant as ever.[Coach Yu]: @Mrs. Li, still recovering?[Mrs. Li (Evelyn)]: Yes. My body isn’t ready for a social circus yet. You guys enjoy. Dinner is on me—I’ll drop a massive red envelope in the chat when the bill comes.She figured she was likely the wealthiest person in this group of six. If she couldn’t show, the least she could do was buy their silence and their loyalty with cash.[Zzhou]: @Mrs. Li, out of curiosity, how old are you?Evelyn smirked at her screen.[Mrs. Li]: My grandson is already in preschool.A string of shocked emojis flooded the screen.[White Knight]: She’s lying. Don't be idiots. If she doesn't want to tell the truth, stop asking.E
Evelyn watched Nora pull the car back onto the main road. The morning’s encounter at the restaurant had left a bitter aftertaste, but it hadn't slowed her down."So," Nora asked, her eyes darting between the road and Evelyn’s calm profile. "You really have a plan? To deal with... them?"Evelyn looked out the window, watching the city's neon lights begin to flicker to life. "It’s already in motion, Nora. One step at a time. When you push someone into a corner where there are no exits, they become very easy to handle."She wasn't in a hurry. In fact, she found a dark sort of amusement in watching Iris scramble. Every day was a new game—watching her sister snap, crumble, and perform for an audience that was slowly losing interest. It was like watching a predator play with its prey; you don't kill the mouse immediately. You let it exhaust itself first.Earlier that day, Evelyn had made her move.She had gone with Nora to a high-end real estate agency. She didn't want a "home"—she wanted a
By the time Evelyn reached the ground floor, the house had already reached its verdict.It wasn’t a loud declaration. It was the heavy, clinical silence that followed a boardroom collapse or a handled scandal. No shouting, no panic. Just the cold machinery of removal.Evelyn slowed her pace. She poured a glass of water, her movements deliberate, and sat at the head of the dining table. She occupied the space as if she still had every right to it—as if the deed to the mansion didn’t have "Carter" written in a bloodline that had already disowned her.Her father appeared first. He stood with the detached, lethal composure he used for hostile takeovers."This ends today," Robert said. "You’re leaving."Evelyn didn't look up from her water. "Leaving for where, Robert?""We’ve arranged a private residence. Outside the city. Gated. Secure."Exile. They weren't offering her a home; they were offering her a cage with better wallpaper.Her mother stood a pace behind him, arms locked over her ch
Nora’s eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat. "You... you know him?"Evelyn didn’t answer. The muscle in her jaw pulsed with a rhythmic, aching intensity."Stay in the car," she commanded, her hand already on the door latch. "Don't let him see you. I’ll handle this.""Evelyn, wait—!"But Evelyn was already gone. She crossed the street like a heat-seeking missile, her rage wrapped in a thin, lethal layer of control.Inside the restaurant, the man by the window ended a call with the kind of clipped impatience that seemed to reorganize the air around him. Lucien Hale. He wasn't waiting for a romantic date; he was waiting for a business obligation that was late."I’m giving you ten minutes," he said into the phone, his voice a cold scalpel. "If you’re not here, I’m gone."He set the phone down and looked up.A woman pulled out the chair across from him and sat with a terrifying, quiet confidence.Lucien’s brows drew together. Evelyn Carter. Again."Can I help you?" he asked, his







