Semua Bab The return of the Heiress : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Evelyn’s POV. My blood turned to ice water. Then it boiled.This wasn’t a glitch. This wasn’t a misunderstanding. This was a calculated attack.My fingers trembled so badly I almost dropped the phone. I stared at the empty street where Alex’s car had vanished. A raw, soundless scream built in my chest. And I let it out. I zoomed in on the picture, my detective’s mind switching on through the emotional static. The angle. It was taken from near the doorway of Lucas’s room, slightly elevated. Everything began to make sense to me. He’d set this up. The fake sickness, the plea for help, the request I stay, all of it to get me in his apartment, vulnerable and tired. To create a moment he could stage and capture. And he’d deleted my texts to Alex to ensure there was no counter-narrative, no explanation. He’d crafted the perfect romantic scene and cast me as the villain.The fury that followed the panic was clean and sharp. I rushed inside, nearly tripping over my own feet as I grab

Chapter Eighty-Three.Lucas’s POV. A grin split my face so wide it hurt my cheeks. I couldn’t stop it. Mine. She’s finally mine.On the way home, I stopped at a pricey florist. I chose a bouquet of stark white calla lilies. Father’s favorite. Elegant, severe, and expensive. Just like the goals he’d drilled into me.The cemetery was quiet, the stone angels and old oaks standing sentinel in the fading light. I found his plot easily. I knelt, the damp grass seeping through the knees of my trousers, and laid the lilies against the cold stone.“Hey, old man,” I whispered, the smile still playing on my lips. “Brought you something.”The silence was my only answer, but I was used to that. I could still hear his voice, clear as if he stood behind me. “Sentiment is for the weak, Lucas. Control is everything. You take what you deserve, and you make the world see it your way.”“I hope you’re happy,” I said, tracing the engraved letters of his name. “I’m close. So close to achieving everythin

Evelyn’s POV.The doorbell rang at exactly seven o’clock. I smoothed my hands over the simple black dress I’d chosen—armor, not lace. I took a deep breath.I opened the door. Lucas stood there, holding a massive bouquet of red roses and a bottle of champagne.His smile was a victory banner.“Evelyn,” he breathed, stepping forward to wrap me in a hug.I turned my face at the last second, so his lips brushed my cheek instead of finding my mouth. I forced my body to relax into the embrace for a count of three before gently pulling back. “Lucas. You’re right on time. Come in.”His eyes swept over me, appreciative and possessive. “You look stunning. Ready for our night?”“More than ready,” I said, my voice smooth as glass. Inside, my nerves were screaming.I led him into the dining room. Alex was already there, standing by the window, a silhouette against the darkening sky. He turned as we entered. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.His eyes, those burning blue eyes from

Evelny’s POV.We lingered in that kiss, our lips moving slowly at first, then with a growing hunger that mirrored the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Alex's hands slid down my back, pulling me tighter against him. I felt him harden even more, that insistent press against my belly sending a jolt straight between my legs. My breath hitched, a soft moan escaping into his mouth. His tongue teased mine.He broke away first, his forehead resting against mine. "Evelyn," he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel under tires. One hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "You have no idea what you do to me."I smiled, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Show me," I whispered back, my voice breathy, challenging. I leaned in, nipping at his earlobe gently. He sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening on my waist. Helen cleared her throat from the doorway, her presence a gentle reminder. We pulled apart, but Alex kept his arm around me as we said our go

Evelyn’s POV.To my surprise, there was another door. I glanced at him, and he shot me a nervous smile before pushing it open and the breath left my lungs in a soft, stunned rush.Hundreds of tiny fairy lights had been strung across the ceiling like fallen stars. They twinkled softly, bathing the entire space in warm gold. Every desk had been cleared away. In their place stood long tables draped in white linen, covered with candles, dozens of them, flames dancing gently, throwing soft shadows across the room. Roses….deep red, blush pink, creamy white…spilled over every surface in loose, wild arrangements. The scent wrapped around me, sweet and heady.And then I saw the people.My entire team stood in a loose semicircle, smiling so wide their eyes crinkled. They were all here. All of them. Dressed up. Beaming. And my receptionist held my dad's photo.I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, fanning my eyes with my hands.Alex’s fingers tightened around mine. I felt the slig