Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By Her Ex; Wanted My His Brother : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Evelyn’s POVThe tension in the secured conference room was thicker than the jam I had on my toast this morning for breakfast, but this time, the heat was real, generated by Sophia’s cold eyes and her not-so-hidden jealousy towards me but it wasn’t like I cared anyway. I decided to ignore Sophia’s proprietary attitude toward Zeke and focus on why she was here in the first place.If Zeke says she’s good then she really is good. And we needed the best hands working for us right now. “Alright, Sophia,” I said, clearing my throat and pulling my chair closer to the table. “Let’s talk about the Senator, Zeke’s involvement, and the shell corporations that’s also on the table. What is the ‘Financial Guillotine’ targeting?”Sophia was taken aback by my comment but she immediately snapped back into her professional role, clicking a button that brought a complex, multicolored flow chart onto the large screen above her head.“The core target is Blackwood Corporate Holdings, which is primarily co

Evelyn’s POVThe shock hit me like a freight train ran over me twice. Reinstating me as the chairperson of the luncheon was vindication; this was outright, terrifying power. Eight hundred million dollars—a staggering, decade-long contract, stolen from the Blackwoods and dropped squarely into my lap by Zeke.It was unimaginable and I couldn’t wrap my head around what he just revealed to me. “You… you set up a company in my name and awarded me a state contract?” I stammered, scrambling to process the audacity of the move. “Is this some sort of joke? You need to stop playing with me like this, Zeke.” “You know I don’t joke when it comes to business, Evelyn. And yes, this contract is yours to handle now. And to correct you—because the whole thing is still funny to me—the contract wasn't awarded, Evelyn. It was diverted and I did that shit,” Zeke corrected, his eyes gleaming with the triumph of a master strategist. “How—How did you even manage to make this work? I know you’re capable of

Evelyn’s POVThe bang that came from the corporate front was quite easily the loudest sound I had ever heard in my life.After the documents detailing the 500% contract inflation and the Hydra Holdings shell game dropped, the Blackwood Corporation’s stock didn't just dip; it performed the most sickening swan dive ever recorded in modern times. The Financial Times piece was a masterpiece of investigative reporting, listing Gordon and Damien Blackwood as the architects of a massive infrastructure fraud. The news of the Vanguard Acquisitions contract diversion—the loss of nearly a billion dollars—hit them hours later, this time, delivering the second, paralyzing punch straight to their guts.I sat in Zeke’s office, watching the livestock drop even further. Every single one of their major investors was pulling out. Blackwood Corp was in a trading halt, and the media was in a feeding frenzy, scrutinizing every single deal they’ve handled in the past. It was glorious, but the adrenaline ca

Evelyn’s POVThe pact I made with myself earlier was that I was determined to make sure that this date didn’t cross the boundaries we had set for each other before we became engaged. That was my priority; there would be no romance and no expectations. We were just going to have dinner and make small talk until it was time to head home but when he tucked the flower behind my ear, his eyes burning with something dangerously close to genuine respect, those walls had begun to dissolve.We were barely a block from the Conservatory’s secure exit, our last discussion still lingering in the air, when the illusion of normalcy was completely shattered when we were attacked out of the blue.Just as the car rounded the corner, everything went downhill. The first sound wasn't the regular tink of debris; it was the chilling, unmistakable sound of high-caliber rounds impacting the bulletproof glass of the car we were in.Before my brain could process that we were being attacked by assassins, Zeke wa

Evelyn’s POVThe contrast between the luxurious, high-end penthouse we used to live in and our new hiding spot was clear and jarring. This particular hectare of land where the impenetrable brick house was built on and owned by Zeke wasn't a vacation spot; it was a rustic, impeccably maintained fortress tucked deep into the woods of one of his private estates—a world away from the chrome and marble of Zeke’s rather publicized life.During dinner on our first night here, he revealed that he owned all the lands my eyes could see when I looked out of the window and I didn’t doubt him. I had no idea how much he was worth but I knew he was a billionaire—maybe just as rich as his father was. The house wasn’t small but it felt enclosed. Charming, perhaps, if I were here on a one-day retreat, but utterly insufficient for the city's most powerful, most exciting, and currently hunted couple. The main living space was dominated by a stone fireplace, a small dining table, and an array of plush co