All Chapters of My Wife, My Blackmailer : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Louis' POV"What are you doing here, Erica?" My voice cracked, a trembling whisper slipping from my lips as I stared at her standing there, smug and unapologetic.She smirked, like she owned the moment. Like she owned me."You brought me here," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Or have you forgotten already? Yesterday, you told me how much you loved me, how you didn't want me to leave. So what’s with the cold act now, huh? What changed?" Her voice climbed, breaking, her eyes glistening with the threat of tears she refused to let fall.I shook my head, my heart hammering against my ribs in a sick, chaotic rhythm. "Just... leave, Erica," I said, my tone rough. "It was a mistake. You need to take care of it. I don’t want any problems showing up later in my life because of this. Got it?"I turned to leave, desperate to escape the disaster I had created, but her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin like tiny claws."You’re seriously just gonna

Evelyn’s POV“You accept? Just like that?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as they pinned me in place. The room fell silent except for the ticking of a distant clock and the low hum of tension crackling between us.I shook my head slowly and turned my attention to the screen of my phone. My fingers flew across the keyboard with urgency. When I was done, I raised the screen to his face, my message clear and cold:“Why should I listen to you?”He scoffed no, he laughed like I’d just told him the most ridiculous joke in the world. But there was something dark beneath it, something wild and unhinged. His expression twisted into disbelief. “What the hell did you just type?” he barked, stepping closer. “I thought you agreed before. What changed?!”I held my ground, even as my chest pounded with nerves. I typed again, fast, heart hammering.“I changed my mind.”And just like that, I shoved it to his face again and made for the door. But I didn’t even make it three steps before two of his men st

Louis’s POV“Let’s have sex.”The words escaped my mouth before I could think. Just slipped out, like breath. And in the silence that followed, I watched her face twist first in confusion, then horror, then something that looked dangerously close to betrayal.She didn’t say anything. She just stood there, frozen for a second, like her body was catching up with her mind. Then she pushed past me and ran no, bolted straight to the bathroom. I chased after her, heart pounding in a way I didn’t like.“Evelyn. Evelyn. Evelyn,” I called out, my voice soft at first, then louder, urgent, almost desperate. I banged on the door with the flat of my palm.But nothing.Not a word, not even the rustle of movement. Just silence.Eventually, I walked back to my room, the hollow echo of my footsteps a cruel reminder that once again, I was alone. And I hated being alone.I threw myself on the bed, staring up at the ceiling like it held the answers to all the messes in my life. But the only thing I felt

Evelyn’s POVI woke up with a start.My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the morning light as the soft cotton sheets tangled around me. Something solid pressed beneath my hand. Warm. Steady. Strong.What is that?My fingers curled slightly, pressing into the firm surface. It wasn’t a pillow or blanket no, it was... someone. My heart skipped. I turned my head, slowly, like I was scared of what I might find.And there he was.Lying right there beside me, breathing softly, eyes closed, completely at peace as if this was normal. As if waking up next to him was something that had happened a thousand times before.Panic surged through me. My mind was racing wild and chaotic. What the hell happened last night?Did we...? No. No, no, no.My hand flew to my mouth as images from the night before burst into my memory like fireworks. I remembered pulling him close. I remembered kissing him. My heart began to hammer in my chest.Oh god. Did I really do that?What was I thinking? What was wron

Evelyn’s POVErica walked toward me slowly, a sly smirk curling at her lips. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper cold, cutting. “You’re very smart,” she said, her breath brushing my ear. “If you hadn’t played your little game, your mother would’ve been in real danger.” My eyes widened, my pulse quickening.How on earth did she know about my mother?She annoyed me even when we were kids. Every time she got hurt and her mean mom asked what happened, she’d point at me. I’d get beaten and grounded for no reason. This went on for years. Then she had an accident, and things got worse. They blamed me for her death for years, even though she was alive and fine. Her mom knew the truth but still treated me like trash. Even my real dad didn’t care. No one believed me. I was always the bad one. Now, all I want is for her to come back and take my useless husband. He was meant for her anyway.My hands clenched. For a second, I forgot where I was. The urge to swing at her was so strong I