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Chapter 1

The family lawyer stared at me through a projection screen. “Are you sure you want to hand over all the evidence? Every power will retaliate, and there won’t be a place in the city for Evelyn Mancini.” “I’m certain.” “The stakes are incredibly high. You have 24 hours to think it over.” The projection flickered out. Just as soon as my phone shut off, a soft click came from the door lock. Carrying a faint, almost undetectable trace of scent, Vincent Colleo strode in. “Why are your hands so cold?” He gripped my hands. Without withdrawing my arms, I said calmly, “Congrats, you’re about to become the son-in-law of the Bilottis.” His jaw clenched tight. I knew that he had given a strict command. No one was to reveal his engagement to Sophia Bilotti to me. Violators would be disciplined as dictated by the code. “Evelyn.” Vincent pulled me to him, his expression shifting into resigned tenderness. “The Bilottis can offer me a clean slate. You know the struggles I’ve

Chapter 2

From here on out, the empire of the Colleo family, along with the Bilottis, was destined to fall. “Once the evidence is released, you’ll be at the center of the storm. All records of Evelyn will be wiped from existence.”The lawyer’s warning hung heavy in my mind. I let out a soft breath. So be it. I entrusted the crucial part of the plan to Gray. For the final takedown, I would need a distraction big enough to grab everyone’s attention. “Ms. Mancini, are you planning to strike at the engagement party? With every major player present, the risk is too high,” Gray cautioned. “That will be the day.” I balled my fists, my fingers digging into my palms. My complicated history with Vincent went back seven years. It was about time I ended the game that started with lies. I slipped out of the temporary hideout and took a detour to get to Vincent’s private club. The valets’ gossip reached my ears. “Don Colleo spoils Sophia silly. He rented out the penthouse for the night

Chapter 3

“Ms. Mancini, your leg!” A server exclaimed. It wasn’t until then that Vincent noticed that my leg was bleeding. As his eyes widened in shock, he released Sophia and drew close. “How did that happen?” Pushing myself off the ground, I straightened my back. I met his anxious gaze. My lips curled slightly. I had to wonder how many pieces Vincent’s heart had been carved into.In each piece, how much of it was true?“All the best with the engagement,” I uttered with composure. Vincent stared at me, hard and long, before loosening his collar in frustration. “Don’t be ridiculous, Evelyn.” Vincent shifted his gaze to Sophia, who was crying her eyes out in distress. He snapped at the people nearby, “Escort Ms. Bilotti back! Get her a doctor!” Vincent then turned his attention back to me. “Come with me.” “It’s just a minor injury. There’s no need to trouble you.” “Evelyn! Stop being so stubborn!” He raised his voice. I was taken to a lounge room on the floor above.

Chapter 4

“Ms. Mancini, you’re awake.” A woman of sharp presence stood at the edge of the bed. She was Janna Sartori. “The surgery was successful. You’re safe now.” I furrowed my brows, my memory a fuzz. “The Mancinis intervened in time to extract you.” Janna’s tone was flat. “Gray tied up loose ends as you instructed. Vincent and other key members have been apprehended.” I was desperate to make a clean break and start fresh.“Mr. Mancini wanted me to relay his appreciation for your hard work.” Janna presented me with a folder. “These are documents for your new identity.” I didn’t reach for it right away. “Is there alcohol here?” I asked out of the blue. Janna nodded. “Yes. What would you like?” “Anything. Just make it strong.” The liquor burned my throat as I downed the drink. Janna took away the glass while setting another proposal by my pillow. “Operation Nirvana is a three-year program designed to train an heir. Mr. Mancini emphasized that it is an essential tool

Chapter 5

Janna positioned herself in front of me. Vincent stopped a few steps away, his voice raspy. “Evelyn.” Those familiar with the history exchanged glances. Taking my time, I stepped out from behind Janna and met Vincent’s gaze. Under the spotlight, I was flawless in my haute couture gown and impeccable makeup. Next to the man with obsessive eyes and the lingering stench of incarceration, we looked like we came from two different worlds.“Sir, do I know you?” I spoke, my voice distant. Vincent’s eyes widened, and his muscles along his jawline tensed. He stared into my eyes as if trying to bore into the depths of my soul. Vincent reached his hand out toward me. However, the same Sophia, who faltered to the side, pounced and held onto Vincent’s arm. “Honey! She hit me! She nearly killed me!” Sophia pointed right at me in tears as if the world had done her wrong. Vincent froze before taking a brief look at Sophia with downcast eyes. Before she knew it, Vincent flung S

Chapter 6

Once Janna made sure the penthouse suite was secure inside out, she asked, “Should I beef up security, Ms. Mancini? Vincent—” “That won’t be necessary. You’re dismissed.” I cut her off. Though Janna clearly had something on her mind, she excused herself respectfully. “I’m just be next door if you need me.” The dazzling cityscape at night stretched outside the window. Something in the air was off. I closed my eyes. The presence drew close. Soon enough, the familiar scent of tobacco and danger was right in my face. Vincent’s face hovered inches from mine. He locked gazes with me, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing heavy. “Why did you pretend not to know me?” His voice was barely a murmur. His tone shook with emotion. “Why didn’t you reach out? Do you have any idea the lengths I went through to find you?” I looked at him with composure, not even alerting my security. “I don’t know you.” My response was identical to one I had given at the event hall. The frustra

Chapter 7

We stared into each other’s eyes while standing several feet apart. The frustration and violence in Vincent’s eyes were replaced by a peculiar thrill. Raising his brow, Vincent carried himself offhandedly as if everything was under his control. We started walking toward each other, and the distance between us was rapidly closing. At last, we stopped just a step away from each other. Dipping his chin, Vincent looked at me. “Tsk. Here you are anyway.” I took a quick glance at him before heading toward the back alley next to the bar. Without a doubt, Janna was near. Sure enough, Janna stood by a Bentley. As I showed up, she gave a nod. “Ms. Mancini.” “What’s the word on the situation?” I opened the car door and stepped inside, my tone flat. “Gray has been expecting you,” Janna slipped into the driver’s seat. She started the car. “Following your instructions, the last set of documents involving Vincent’s offshore accounts and several critical cover operatives has been

Chapter 8

I headed out of the estate, only to run into Sophia, who looked rather disheveled at the door. She charged toward me, her arm up in the air as piles of photos scattered across the floor. “Why are you still holding these pictures close to you, Vincent? Didn’t you say that I was your one and only?” Of the many flying photos, one landed right in front of me. The photo was grainy and distinct. In a busy fish market, I wore a cheap T-shirt, my face slicked with sweat. I smiled straight at the camera while holding a freshly gutted fish. The young man with his arm around my shoulders, striking a defiant gesture at the camera, was Vincent. In the photo, his eyes held pure, street-born confidence. The Evelyn in the picture was vivid, alive, and her eyes full of life. However, that person was not me. More accurately, she was just a role I once played. “Evelyn.” Vincent’s voice cracked. “I never married Sophia,” he said urgently while grabbing my arm.“I know that you have

Chapter 9

“That’s impossible! It can’t be!” Vincent screamed and pushed Janna out of the way. He ran madly after my receding figure, though I was already far ahead.Vincent sprinted forward desperately. With the estate’s security alarm going off, the security personnel in the dark jumped out to stop him. I approached the helipad where the chopper was running. The propellers whipped up a huge blast of air. Vincent raced toward me in anguish. Oblivious to the gravel hitting him, he dropped to his knees and stared intently at me. “Don’t go! “Evelyn! Evelyn! I’ll make you fall in love with me again! “Wait for me! Hear me out!” Unbeknownst to him, the moment I executed the final command of Operation Sweeper, all of Evelyn’s emotions, be it love or hatred, had already been released, laid bare, judged, and erased to nothing, along with the evidence.“I was wrong, Evelyn. I don’t know what came over me then. Can you give me another chance?” His voice was hoarse. He pleaded, “I’ll beg

Chapter 10

The sirens hit like a blast of ice, extinguishing the final flicker of frenzy.Sophia stiffened and looked at the flashing lights in a daze. Vincent snapped his head around, color draining from his face. He stared at the approaching vehicles before turning back to me. Vincent’s eyes were filled with disbelief. Several uniformed officers moved swiftly onto the helipad. “Mr. Colleo, Ms. Bilotti, based on the report and the evidence gathered, you are hereby summoned for questioning on suspicion of multiple serious offenses. Please cooperate with the investigation.”Pulling herself together, Sophia backed away in fear and dropped the knife. Vincent took another long, hard look at me, the complexity in his gaze eventually fading into dead, lifeless gray. Standing on the helicopter stairs, I felt nothing. “Let’s go,” I slipped into the cabin and spoke calmly. The cabin door closed behind me, and silence fell.Janna’s voice reflected nothing new. “Ms. Mancini, initial feed

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