All Chapters of Reborn to Seduce the Devil CEO : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evelyn’s POV The drive back to the villa was quiet. I sat in the back of the limousine, watching the city lights flicker past the tinted windows. My heart was still thumping hard against my ribs. Seeing Marcus in that grey uniform, holding that dirty mop—it was the best thing I had ever seen. Better than any jewelry or any party. But as the car pulled away from the tall buildings and toward the quiet coast, the high of the victory started to fade. It was replaced by a heavy weight. I looked at the man sitting next to me. Cade was on his laptop, his fingers moving fast over the keys. He looked calm. He looked like he did this every day. For him, destroying a family legacy was just another Tuesday. For me, it was everything. We pulled up to the gates of the villa. The glass and stone building looked like a dream against the dark ocean. It was beautiful, but it was far away from everything. It felt like a fortress. Or a prison. "You're very quiet," Cade said. He didn't look up from h

Evelyn’s POV I sat at the wide marble island in the kitchen, my new gold phone resting next to a cup of black coffee. The villa was quiet, but it wasn't a peaceful kind of quiet. It was the kind of silence that happens right before a storm hits. I tapped the screen of the phone. My finger hovered over the news app. Even without opening it, I knew what the headlines were. I was the talk of the city. People were calling me a "traitor," a "femme fatale," and a "genius." I didn't care about the names. I only cared about the power. My phone buzzed. I jumped slightly. It wasn't a call. It was a calendar alert. The Starlight Charity Gala. Saturday Night. I stared at the words. The Starlight Gala was the biggest event of the year. Every rich family, every powerful politician, and every hungry reporter would be there. In my last life, this was the night I was supposed to show off my wedding ring for the first time. Marcus and I were going to be the "golden couple." My father had planned to

Evelyn's POV I couldn’t sit still. I was pacing the length of the living room, my bare feet sinking into the thick, white rug. Every few seconds, I looked down at the gold phone in my hand. My thumb was hovering over the refresh button on the news app. The headline was still there. VANCE HEIRESS: THE FORTY MILLION DOLLAR LIE? Beneath it was a photo of me from the gala five years ago. I looked so young and happy. Now, that photo was being used to tell the world I was a thief. The comments section was a disaster. People I had known for years were calling me names. They were saying they always knew I was "spoiled" and "rotten." "It’s spreading," I whispered to the empty room. "It’s everywhere." I felt like I was back on those marble stairs. I felt like the air was being squeezed out of my lungs. Marcus was doing it again. He was pushing me down, and the whole world was watching and cheering. The heavy glass door to the balcony slid open. Cade walked in. He looked completely unbother

Evelyn's POV The doors of the grand ballroom swung open, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. It was a sea of gold, crystal, and light. Hundreds of people in expensive suits and sparkling gowns turned to look as we entered. I could hear the whispers start almost immediately. They were like the sound of dry leaves skittering across the floor. “Is that her?” “The Vance girl?” “Look at that dress... It’s Miller Blue.” I felt Cade’s hand on the small of my back. His touch was heavy and steady. It reminded me that I wasn't the girl who had been pushed down the stairs anymore. I was the woman who had climbed back up. "Head up," Cade whispered in my ear. "You own this room." I took a breath and stepped forward. The silk of my dress rustled around my legs. It felt like a suit of armor. Every flash of a camera was a reminder that I was no longer invisible. I saw my father across the room, standing near the bar. He looked away the moment our eyes met. I saw Sarah, too, wearing a

Evelyn's POV Walking back into the ballroom felt like stepping onto a battlefield that had already been won. The air was different. The whispers were no longer about my "fall from grace." They were about the girl who just had her sister dragged out like trash. Cade’s hand was back on my waist, his grip firm and possessive. I could feel the heat of his palm through the thin silk of my blue dress. Every time he moved, I moved. We were like a single unit. "Everyone is looking," I whispered, keeping my smile fixed for the cameras. "Let them look," Cade replied. His voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it. "They are looking at the new power in this city. They are looking at the woman who survived." We moved toward the center of the room. The music slowed down, and a man in a tuxedo stepped onto the small stage at the front of the ballroom. He tapped a microphone, the sound echoing off the high, gold ceilings. "Ladies and gentlemen," the man said. "If I could have your attenti