Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By Her Ex; Wanted My His Brother : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Evelyn’s POVThe contrast hit me like a physical blow and it felt like I jumped off a cliff into a river twenty miles below. Just a couple of hours ago, I was running through thick, cold underbrush, smelling like damp earth and pine needles. Trying to stay alive and waiting to be rescued with Zeke in a dilapidated cabin and also discovering that I was pregnant to crown it all. Now, I was standing in the marble foyer of Damien Blackwood’s mansion, bathed in the scent of expensive lilies and the sterile, unsettling aroma of fear. The memories of my time here came rushing back to my mind but I pushed them all away, I wasn’t going to let myself be swept up by nostalgia. It would easily be the biggest mistake I would make and I was fed up with making mistakes. The large house felt less like a home and more like a carefully maintained golden cage that had been prepared in anticipation for my arrivals. The servants moved silently, avoiding eye contact, undoubtedly having been briefed on th

Evelyn’s POVIt happened late one Tuesday night, nearly two weeks into my return to the Blackwood mansion. The air was heavy, and I had just returned to the suite after a tense, silent dinner where Damien had stared at me with unnerving intensity. I didn’t know if it was because I came up with a flimsy excuse not to have dinner with his father or if it was because I came down to dinner in my nightgown. But I didn’t care, as long as he didn’t force me to go see his father and I ended up succeeding. He remained silent and after forcing myself to eat a little, I left and went back to my room to prepare for bed, my nerves drawn taut.I had barely changed into my silk pajamas when the door to the master suite opened without a knock. Damien sauntered in, confident, dressed only in a silk robe, a glass of amber liquid in his hand.I opened my mouth to ask how he managed to get in but I quickly remembered that he had a master key to every single room in the mansion. “You have no business b

Evelyn’s POVThe discovery of the doctored photographs, emails and other things that I couldn’t review right now was a gut-punch of reality, but it was also a reminder about how high the stakes I was dealing with here. My guilt over abandoning Zeke was now replaced by a cold, burning clarity. The betrayal was real, but it was Damien's, not Zeke's. I was where I needed to be to retrieve him. Our plan had been solid until Sophia gave into the temptation and ruined everything we worked on for months within a couple of minutes. Her betrayal had been the catalyst for all of these and the only way to restore things back to order was to give Damien a taste of his own medicine by betraying him just the way Sophia did to Zeke. The mosaic law was coming back to full effect. An eye for an eye. I would take nothing less than that. I quickly copied the entire plan folder onto the tiny external drive I kept taped to the inside of my nightgown pocket. This was my insurance, my evidence of Damien'

Evelyn’s POVDamien left my room as soon as the sun came up and I locked the door and sat on my bed, going through the screenshots I took earlier with my phone. There had to be a way to create a link and I was going to find it. About an hour later, I did. It had skipped my mind earlier but Damien had scribbled down Zeke’s location on a piece of paper that I had initially skipped. The industrial complex near the old shipping yards—one of the many abandoned buildings Damien had bought. Now I had to come up with an idea that would make the second phase of my plan kick off. I knew that I had to pivot from calculated aggression to calculated obedience. I had the location and the digital proof of Damien’s fraud on my life. Sooner or later, Damien would be leaving and I couldn’t wait for a better moment; every hour Zeke spent contained was an hour he might be broken, or an hour the cartel might decide Damien was too unreliable to keep the asset alive and he would be killed.I spent the af

Evelyn’s POVThe walk back from Zeke’s cell felt like I was walking on hot coals. Every step I took away from him was agonizing and I wanted nothing more than to turn back and run into his arms but the small, crumpled note now safely transferred to his hand was my lifeline. We had managed to keep the transfer under wraps and the guard who had his eyes trained on us didn’t suspect anything much to my relief. I put up the acting of a lifetime and I sold the performance to the best of my abilities—the cold, dismissive resignation of a woman betrayed—and how the entire weight of the realization that he had fooled me from the start was suffocating me.The guard, walked two paces ahead, his massive back a block of solid muscle, it seemed like his attention was entirely focused on the front door, eager to be done with the emotional drama but from the way his ears were raised, he was listening attentively and waiting for the slightest provocation to turn around and shoot Zeke.After what see