Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By Her Ex; Wanted My His Brother : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 77

Evelyn’s POVEverything after that happened in the tunnel and the escape afterwards was a blur of tactical movements, clipped commands, and medical checkups for both me and Zeke. We were also questioned at intervals and several times over until I started feeling dizzy and they had to call it off until I felt a lot better physically. Garrick and his team whisked us away from the complex in an armored transport, making sure we were fully protected and ready to combat any possible attacks as they took us not to a hospital—wary of Gordon’s connections in the city—but to a private medical clinic owned by Zeke—it was practically converted into black site, because of how utterly secure it is. The room they brought us to was sterile and cold, the walls were painted white, and the bulbs hanging over our heads were too. But one thing that stood out was the equipment. I didn’t know much about it but they looked sophisticated and that was all I needed to be at peace. I was given a thermal blank

Evelyn’s POVThe sterile room, heavy with the stench of Damien’s blood, contained not just a confession of corruption, but the blueprint of an entire financial coup. Zeke had momentarily lost his cool and used his fists on Damien until Garrick pulled him away. I didn’t know what triggered him because he was so cool for a second and the next, he was lashing out wildly until he nearly killed Damien before Garrick pulled him away. He was calm and standing next to me now. My hand gripped Zeke’s, a lifeline tethering me to the present as Damien, broken and humiliated, spilled the remaining secrets of his avarice.“The wealth transfer was the masterstroke,” Damien wheezed, rubbing his shoulder where Garrick had applied pressure moments before. He was talking a lot faster now, desperate to trade information for his life, or perhaps, just to stop the pain Zeke and Garrick were inflicting on him. “You have to be a lot more precise with your words, Damien. I hate to be left hanging.” Garrick

Evelyn’s POVWe were back at another one of Zeke’s safe houses. It was a lot bigger than that one we had been in the other time. It was less sterile and it was more like a fortified bunker designed by an interior decorator. It was quiet in here, Garrick and the soldiers were out trying to take down every name that Damien had listed while the only sound came from the murmur of Roland and Zeke discussing legal strategy with an endless stream of federal and private counsel. Whatever they were discussing was far out of my depth, so I simply sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, holding a mug of herbal tea that did nothing to warm the chill that still seeped into my bones despite the warmth in the house. I hadn’t cried yet—which was oddly surprising. I felt empty, as if the travails of the last twenty-four hours had milked every emotion in me, leaving only a core of cold, focused resolve.“There’s been a new development,” Roland’s voice cut through the quiet.“What?” Zeke aske

Evelyn’s POVThe sunlight streaming through the partly opened windows of our new home wasn't the harsh, blinding white of the scorching sun that we’d been accustomed to for a couple of days now; it was soft, golden, and filtered through the leaves of what probably seemed to be hundred-year-old oaks. It warmed my skin as I sat in the window seat next to the open window, watching the two people I loved most in the world with a smile on my face.A small bundle of life with Zeke’s powerful aura and whose eyes were the same color as my fierce green ones was taking his first clumsy, determined steps across the polished wood floor. Leo—named for the lion’s courage we both felt we needed to find—was nineteen months old, a whirlwind of exciting curiosity. Over the past year, Zeke’s guard had considerably dropped. He no longer wore the cold expression of a man who trusted nobody. He laughed more now, his voice rich and unrestrained as he steadied our son’s wobbling journey.It’s been nearly two