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Evelyn's POV Dylan's hand clamped onto my arm, pulling me away from Francis with a possessiveness that both unsettled and, I had to admit, sparked a flicker of something within me. "Francis," he said, his voice low and authoritative, "deal with your mother."He then steered me, perhaps a little too forcefully, towards a secluded corner, away from both Francis and Lucy's watchful eyes. My heart was still hammering in my chest from the near fall, but a cold knot of resentment was tightening alongside it. His initial hesitation, his instruction to the trainers to prioritize Kelly while I was hurtling towards a cliff… it stung.As he pulled me into the relative privacy of the corner, I instinctively crossed my arms, creating a physical barrier between us, despite the lingering tremor in my hands. I kept my gaze cool, detached. "What do you want, Dylan?" My voice was flat, betraying none of the turmoil churning inside me.His gaze was intense, his usual guardedness momentarily dropped. "L

Evelyn's POV My gaze flickered between them. Francis, looking dashing in a deep blue suit that accentuated his broad shoulders, wore a sleek silver mask that hinted at a playful charm beneath. Then there was Dylan. He stood there, a vision in a perfectly tailored black suit, the gold of his mask echoing the intricate design of mine. His dark hair was styled back, revealing the sharp angles of his jawline, with a few rebellious strands falling across his forehead, adding an irresistible touch of roguishness. He looked…breathtaking. My breath hitched for a fleeting moment, completely mesmerized by his presence. I had to consciously shake myself out of the trance.The weight of the moment settled upon me. Both of them, waiting for my decision. Confusion warred with a strange sense of inevitability. In the end, my hand reached out, almost of its own volition, and rested in Dylan’s. A small gasp rippled through the masked onlookers, though whether it was surprise or anticipation, I could

Dylan's POV The phone call finally came, the ringtone slicing through the suffocating silence of my office. My men. They had found her. Relief, sharp and intense, flooded through me, momentarily eclipsing the gnawing fear. They rattled off an address – a villa perched on the highest point of the island – and asked if I needed backup. “No,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. “I can handle it.” I hung up, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Evelyn's POV "At first," Dylan continued, his voice a low rumble, "I was completely alone in it. Our parents... they loved me, yes. But Lucy... she was relentless. Cruel." He finally met my gaze, and the pain in his eyes was a stark reflection of the suffering he described."It started as bullying," he explained, a bitter edge creeping into his tone. "Typical sibling stuff, I tried to endure it

Evelyn's POV Stepping out of the hospital and into the familiar air felt strangely liberating, even with the dull ache still present in my head. Dylan’s hand was a reassuring warmth in mine as we walked towards the house. Helen opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Dylan standing beside me.“Mom,” I began, “this is Dylan.” Then, turning to him, “Dylan, this is my mother, Helen.”My mom’s initial surprise melted into a warm smile. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, Dylan.”“The pleasure is all mine, Helen,” he replied, his voice polite and sincere.“Dylan will be staying with us for a while, Mom,” I added, watching her reaction.“Oh, of course, dear,” she said without hesitation. “I was just about to show him the room Francis used to…”“Actually, Mom,” I interjected gently, “Dylan will be staying in my room.”A flash of confusion crossed her face before Dylan stepped in smoothly. “Helen,” he said, his arm slipping around my waist, pulling me gently against him