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Chapter 251: Whatever is necessary.

Evelyn POVMargaret was quiet for a moment. She looked at her son, then at me, standing in the doorway in my wrinkled pyjamas, my wild hair, and my pounding head, and something in her expression shifted, and straightaway, I knew a confession was coming. But, I'd expected her to be remorseful, instead, her eyes glinted coldly as she regarded I and Adrian. "Fine. If you must know, I added a mild stimulant to the wine glasses," she said. "It's something harmless, and it lowers inhibitions and heightens sensual response. It's commonly used in—""I don't care what it's commonly used in." Adrian's voice rose, and for the first time, I was filled with pain. "You drugged your own son, drugged a woman who was a guest in your home and manipulated us into—""Into what?" Margaret said, and her voice was sharper now, the maternal warmth stripped away like wallpaper peeled from a wall. "Into acting on feelings you've both been circling for months? Into finally doing what you've both wanted to do

Chapter 252: Hello, my saviour.

Vincent POVI woke up suddenly at four-seventeen, by heart pounding wildly in my chest, my body taut with desire. I’d been dreaming about Evelyn kissing me for the past few days and would always wake up hard.I sighed. The sooner I try to make up with Evelyn, the better for me. I missed her so terribly that all I could think of right now was having her in my bed. The thought scared the shit out of me.Was I lusting over her now?The house was dark and still. I lay in bed for a moment, listening to the silence, hating the way it felt oppressive now, unlike before. The faint hum of the air conditioning. The settling of the building's old bones. The distant, rhythmic tick of the kitchen clock that I'd never replaced because the sound of it had become part of the architecture of my nights.I got up, pulled on a pair of joggers, and walked barefoot down the hallway toward the kitchen. I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't need to. I'd lived in this house for three years and could navigate

Chapter 253: Did you save my life?

Vincent POVGabriel brought out guns.One after another. Handguns, mostly. Glocks, Berettas, and a SIG Sauer P226. A compact Heckler & Koch. Two revolvers, snub-nosed, the kind you keep in a nightstand or taped behind a toilet tank. A Mossberg shotgun, sawn down, that had been concealed in the false bottom of my hallway closet. A tactical rifle, broken down into components, that had been stored inside the hollow frame of my bedroom mirror.Gabriel kept pulling. Ten grenades, flash-bangs and fragmentation, that had been hidden in a ventilation shaft behind the utility room. A set of throwing knives from the magnetic strip inside my wardrobe. Two tasers from behind the books on my office shelf. A crossbow, compact, military-grade, from the space between my washing machine and the wall. Smoke canisters. A garrote. Night vision goggles. Body armour, folded flat, from beneath the false bottom of my living room couch.He arranged them all on the counter in neat rows, categorised by type, ea

Chapter 254: Because the universe...

Vincent POVThe clock ticked. The refrigerator hummed. Outside, the first grey light of dawn was beginning to show at the edges of the kitchen window, turning the darkness from black to deep blue.I could deny it. The evidence Gabriel had was circumstantial—a voice match with a 4% margin. A tattoo glimpsed through a car window on a grainy traffic camera. No physical evidence, no witnesses, no paper trail connecting Vincent Hayes, art dealer, to the extraction team that had broken Rowan's siege.I could deny it, and Gabriel would leave. The mask would hold for another day, another week, another month of marble shipments and procurement meetings and the slow, careful performance of being nobody dangerous.But Gabriel Ross was sitting in my kitchen at four in the morning with fifty-two of my guns on the counter and a sketch of a tattoo that I had designed myself at twenty-three years old. He'd flown from Bangria, tracked me down, broken into my house, and sat in the dark for four hours w

Chapter 255: Don't do this to me.

Vincent POVKieran led her in through the front door while I pulled on a t-shirt and shoved the garrote into a kitchen drawer. Priorities.I heard her footsteps in the hallway before I saw her.They were uneven and hurried, as if she was trying to catch up with Kieran while also unsure if she should be here.When she appeared in the kitchen doorway, the first thing I noticed was that she'd been crying for a while. Her eyes were swollen, her face blotched red and white, and her hair was pulled back in a messy knot that looked like it had been assembled with one hand while the other held a phone.The second thing I noticed was that she was terrified.I’d seen Evelyn terrified before. When I’d rescued her a while back, I’d seen how much she tried to put up an act that everything was fine when underneath, she’d been shaking with terror. But this, this was different. Her hands were shaking, her breathing was fast and shallow, and she stood in my doorway gripping her bag against her chest

Chapter 256: I cannot lose you like this.

Vincent POVThe accusation hung in the air between us.I should have been angry; any reasonable person would have been angry. The woman I loved had shown up at my home accusing me of corporate sabotage because I was the only person angry enough to do it, which meant she saw me as someone capable of destroying an innocent woman's career out of petty revenge.But I wasn't angry.Underneath the accusation and the tears and the desperation, I could see something else. I could see a woman who was running out of people to trust. Gabriel was dead, or at least she believed he was. Adrian was tangled up in complications she didn't fully understand.Her stepmother was in jail. Her company was under siege, and the one person she'd been able to rely on through all of it, Grace, had just been targeted.Evelyn wasn't here because she believed I'd done this. She was here because she was terrified that I had, and the terror of it was worse than the belief, because if Vincent Hayes was capable of this

Chapter 257: Saint Vincent.

Vincent POVI looked down at her face.Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks were blotched with tears, and I felt my heart squeeze with pain. I’d caused her part of this pain, and somehow, I regretted it.I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was so familiar, so wired into my muscle memory, that my hand did it before my brain had agreed to let it. She closed her eyes at the touch, and a small breath escaped her, shaking and thin."You haven't lost me," I said.She opened her eyes. They were bright and wet and full of hope.Before I could see through the action, she rose on her toes and kissed me.It was tentative at first, her lips barely brushing mine, a question rather than a statement. I held still, letting her ask it, letting the choice be entirely hers. Her mouth pressed against mine, soft and warm, tasting salty and sweet at the same time.For a moment, I wanted to push her back and extricate myself, but desire coursed through my body, and I kissed her

Chapter 258: Tears and a promise.

Evelyn POVI drove home with my jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached.The streets of Crescent Harbour were starting to wake up around me. Early commuters, delivery trucks, a jogger crossing at an intersection, a bakery with its lights already on and its doors still closed. The world going about its Tuesday morning as though nothing had changed, as though Bennett Holdings' stock hadn't just cratered by twenty-seven per cent and Grace's face wasn't splashed across every financial news site in the country.I gripped the steering wheel and tried to organise the chaos inside my head into something I could manage.For three days now, my life has been in disarray and in the history of how my life has been in shambles, this was by far the shittiest.Three days ago, I'd been on a rooftop terrace with Adrian, drinking my mother's wine and talking about paintings and butterflies and another universe where we were lovers. Then the wine had done something to my blood, and Adrian had done somethi

Chapter 259: Three men

Evelyn POV"Are you sure?" I sobbed. "Can you really fix this?""Watch me."She got me off the ground and got me inside. Guide me up the stairs and into my bedroom, where Biscuit greeted me with frantic yips and a tail that wouldn't stop wagging. She sat me on the edge of the bed and pulled off my shoes, one at a time, then guided me backwards until my head hit the pillow."Sleep," she said."I can't sleep. The investors. The launch. I need to call—""You need to sleep. You've been running on fumes for three days, and you look like death warmed over, and I say that with love." She pulled the blanket up to my chin with tenderness, and I knew she wouldn't mind pinning me to the ground to make sure I stay in bed. "I'm going to call my team. We'll analyse the article, trace the source, assess the market damage, and build a response strategy. By the time you wake up, I will have a plan. That's what I do, Evelyn. I make plans, and I execute them, and I don't lose."She put her hand on my fo

Chapter 260: Decenter men.

Evelyn POVI woke up with a gasp, my hand clutching the blanket, my body hot and slick and pulsing with the residual aftershocks of a dream so vivid I could still feel phantom hands on my skin.My bedroom was bright with afternoon light. The clock on my nightstand read two-fifteen. I'd slept for nearly eight hours. My hair was plastered to my forehead with sweat, and my t-shirt was twisted around my torso, and the ache between my legs was very real, just like it had been in the dream. Did I have a wet dream? Involving the three men in my life?I lay there for a full minute, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard, waiting for the heat to subside.Then I got up and walked to the bathroom.The mirror showed me exactly what I expected. Flushed cheeks. Dilated pupils. Lips that looked bitten even though nobody had bitten them. The face of a woman who had just had the most intense experience of her life, and it had happened entirely inside her own head.I gripped the edge of the sink and s

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