LOGIN"Three billion? You've got to be kidding me, Evelyn, I knew you liked the lifestyle but I didn't think you were this greedy, or maybe you really were just a gold digger this entire time like Rebecca always said," he spat, his voice dripping with sudden contempt. "You said I could name my price, Arthur, and that is the price for three years of my life that I can never get back, so either you pay it or we can spend the next year fighting this in court and making sure your precious Samantha has to wait even longer to marry you," I said, picking up the pen that was tucked into the envelope.***** Evelyn spent three years playing the part of the perfect, invisible wife to Arthur Hayes, a man who only married her out of a sense of obligation to his father. She endured the cold nights, the silence, and the constant belittling from his family, hoping that one day he would truly see her. But when his first love returns, Arthur doesn't hesitate to throw divorce papers in her face. After a final, violent confrontation where Arthur chooses a lie over the truth, Evelyn disappears with a secret he was never supposed to know. Five years later, she is back—not as the girl who needed a savior, but as a powerhouse who owns the very debt threatening to sink the Hayes empire. Arthur wants his heir and a second chance, but Evelyn is no longer for sale. This time, if he wants her, he’ll have to survive the wreckage of the lies he once believed.
View MoreEvelyn~Hospitals smelled exactly the same no matter how many times you walked into them. Disinfectant. Coffee that had been sitting too long. Freshly cleaned floors. Fear. I used to think that last one was in my imagination. Now I was not so sure. Maybe fear actually had a smell. If it did, I had lived with it long enough to recognize it anywhere.Toby walked beside me, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, looking significantly less nervous than I felt. Naturally. The child who was actually getting examined had somehow become the calm one. Meanwhile my stomach had been in knots since six that morning.Leone noticed. Of course he did. He reached over and squeezed my hand. “You have checked the appointment time four times.”“I have checked it twice.”He raised an eyebrow. “Six.”“…Fine.”Toby looked back at us. “You guys are weird.”“Your mother is weird.”I gasped dramatically. “The betrayal.”Leone smiled. “I will recover.”Toby snorted. “I do not think she will.”Wonderful.
Evelyn~I realized I was in love with Leone because of a grocery list. Not a dramatic confession. Not some life-changing moment where music played in the background and everything suddenly became obvious. A grocery list. Which honestly felt unfair. People should get better stories than that. At the very least there should have been fireworks. Instead, I was standing in the kitchen staring at a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator. That was it. That was the moment.The list was not even interesting. Milk. Eggs. Bread. Coffee. Orange juice. The normal boring things people bought every week. The thing that caught my attention was not what was on it. It was the handwriting. Half of it belonged to me. The other half belonged to Leone. And somehow that simple fact hit me harder than it should have. Because when had that started? When had we become people who shared grocery lists?I stood there staring long enough that Toby eventually wandered into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator
Rebecca~The first hundred million was somehow the easiest to find. Which was an absolutely insane sentence.I stared at the screen for a full ten seconds after Nina said it. Then I looked at her. Then back at the screen. Then back at her again. “Did you just say the first hundred million?”Nina did not look up. “Yes.”“The first.”“Yes.”“The word first is doing a lot of damage to my mental health right now.”That finally got a smile out of her. Not a big one. Just enough to make me feel slightly less like I was losing my mind. Unfortunately, the numbers remained exactly the same. Which meant I was still losing my mind.The conference room looked like a war zone. Empty coffee cups. Printed financial reports. Three laptops. A whiteboard covered in arrows and notes. We had been here for almost sixteen hours. At some point during hour twelve, normal human behavior had abandoned us completely. Now we survived on caffeine and spite. Mostly spite.Nina zoomed in on another spreadsheet. “Lo
Nina~By the fourth day, I hated spreadsheets. Which was unfortunate because I was currently surrounded by them. Three monitors. Two laptops. Enough financial records to qualify as psychological warfare. And somewhere inside the middle of all that garbage was Samantha. Still hiding. Still running. Still causing problems.I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. The office was almost empty now. Most people had gone home hours ago. The city outside the windows had turned dark. The cleaning staff had already passed through once. Meanwhile I was still staring at numbers. Living the dream.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked up. Rebecca stood in the doorway holding two coffees. I immediately loved her. Possibly more than was healthy.“You remembered.”She handed one over. “You looked like you were considering murder.”“That is because I am.”Rebecca glanced at the screens. “Any progress?”I stared at the numbers. Then at her. Then back at the numbers. “No.” A pause. “Maybe.
Rebecca~The first notification arrived at 8:17 in the morning. I only remember the exact time because it seemed completely harmless. One message. One alert. One tiny interruption. Nothing important.By 8:45, the entire company was on fire.My phone started vibrating before I even stepped out of th
POV: Rebecca“She’s been preparing to leave everything behind for years.”Nina’s voice stayed low, almost careful, like she was afraid saying it too loudly would make it more real.I didn’t answer immediately.My eyes were still on the screen, but the words had stopped making sense in a straight li
POV: EvelynThe first thing I noticed the next morning was the man standing near the front gate. I almost dropped my coffee mug. Not because he looked obviously threatening, but because he absolutely did not belong there. He wore dark clothes, sunglasses, and one of those earpieces that screamed pr
POV: EvelynI didn’t breathe a word about the shadowy figure on the beach to anyone.Not to Leone. Not to Marshall. Not to Rebecca. And definitely not to Toby. He was a child but still on the list. The more daylight poured into the house, the more insane the whole thing sounded in my head.“












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