تسجيل الدخولMarcus Hale sat beside the window. His hands were resting loosely on his knees.He didn't look frightened, like a person who was caught for his wrongdoing.He didn't even look surprised when Aiden entered.That bothered Aiden immediately.Marcus slowly lifted his eyes. “So you're Aiden Scott.”Aiden closed the door behind him. “You know who I am.”Marcus smiled faintly. “Most people do.”Aiden walked closer. “You know why you're here then.”“I have a pretty good idea.”“Then let's save each other some time.”Aiden placed the photograph of Evie on the table.Marcus glanced at it. His expression didn't change. He still looked calculating and calm.Aiden watched him carefully. “Do you recognize her?”Marcus looked at the photograph again. “Yes.”Aiden's pulse jumped. “From where?”Marcus leaned back. “That's a complicated question.”“Try me.”“I've seen her before.”“Where?”Marcus said nothing.Aiden's patience was on a thin thread already. “You were at Scott Mansion.”Marcus's eyes f
While they were still in each other's embrace, enjoying the serenity of the atmosphere, Aiden's phone vibrated in his pocket.He almost ignored it; Evie was in his embrace without anger, ignoring, or pushing him away. He didn't want anything, not even a phone call to interrupt the fragile moment between them. But the vibration came again.He reluctantly pulled out his phone. A message from Lucas.Lucas: We found him.Aiden's expression changed instantly.Evie noticed. “What is it?”He stared at the screen.Aiden: Marcus?The reply came almost immediately.Lucas: Marcus Hale.Aiden's pulse quickened.Lucas: He's at the hotel across from the venue. Private room on the fourth floor. My men have him.Aiden read the message twice. They had spent days searching for this man. The man whose watch appeared in the photograph.The man who had somehow entered Scott Mansion. The man who might know exactly who had orchestrated the entire setup.And now he was only minutes away.Aiden: Does he know
Evie tried not to look at them but she failed. Every few minutes, her eyes found Aiden. And every time, she saw Isabella beside him. Laughing. Touching his arm, flirting with him, leaning close she gets upset and jealous. At one point, Isabella whispered something into Aiden's ear and he smiled for the cameras. That was enough for Evie to look away.“Would you like something to drink?” a waiter asked.She glanced at the tray. “Yes.”She took a glass.One drink became two. Then another.She wasn't trying to get drunk.She simply wanted the ache inside her chest to quiet down.Unfortunately, alcohol was very good at making bad decisions seem reasonable.Maria noticed from across the room. “Evie, What's wrong?”Evie turned. “I'm fine.”Maria's eyes narrowed. “You're drinking rather quickly.”“I haven't had anything all evening.”“That doesn't mean—”Evie cut her short before she could finish her sentence “I promise I'm okay.”Maria hesitated.Evie gave her a smile. It wasn't convincing.
Lucas leaned forward. "There's one more thing."Aiden looked at him."I traced the number that sent you the photographs.""And?""Nothing."Aiden's expression fell. "Nothing?""Burner phone. Purchased with cash. No registered owner. It was activated once and abandoned.""Convenient.""Very." Lucas slid another page across the desk."But there was one thing I couldn't explain."Aiden read it. The burner phone had been activated within walking distance of a private parking facility. Aiden looked up. "What's there?""Mostly offices. A few private residences.""Anything connected to Marcus?""Not directly."Aiden's fingers tightened around the paper. "Then find the connection."Lucas stood. "I will.”He reached the door, then stopped. "Aiden."Aiden looked up.Lucas's expression was unusually serious."If someone went this far to make you believe Evie betrayed you..."Aiden waited. "...they probably knew exactly how much she means to you." “But wait, how did you know that she is the girl
Across town, Isabella sat in her living room wearing an evil grin on her face, with a cup of tea beside her. Her plan had gone better than expected. Aiden and Evie were barely speaking. She was so elated.Grace had become frightened enough to stop asking questions.And the photographs remained convincing.She smiled.Then her phone rang.“He's asking questions,” Grace whispered. Isabella's smile disappeared. “Who?”“Aiden.”Isabella leaned back. “What questions?”“About the drink.”Then Isabella smiled again. “You're nervous.”“He suspects something. He suspects everyone.”“He asked what I gave Evie.”“Then give him an answer.”Grace swallowed. “What if he finds out?”Isabella's voice became cold. “He won't.”“You can't know that.”“I know Aiden.”She looked toward the window.“He's emotional right now. Hurt people make mistakes.”Grace closed her eyes. “And if he doesn't?”Isabella's expression hardened.“Then we'll give him something else to believe.”The call ended.Grace stared a
The house had never felt so large before, but coming downstairs, Evie felt like her house was gigantic because of the emptiness she felt inside.There were people everywhere—maids moving quietly through the halls, the distant sound of Richard speaking on the phone, Vivian giving instructions about the upcoming charity gala—but somehow, everything felt unbearably empty.Especially without Aiden.She spotted him at the far end of the hallway, engaged in a serious conversation with a staff member. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, and in that instant, the world seemed to pause around them. Silence filled the space as they locked gazes, each yearning to step closer. But suddenly, Evie broke the connection first.She continued toward the dining room.Aiden watched her disappear. He wanted nothing more than to run after her, hold her and tell her how miserable he had been without her, but seeing how he had acted like a jerk, he didn't know how to go about it.A few days ago, she woul







