All Chapters of Hidden Heiress Rising: Married to my Ex-Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

-~ EVANGELINE POV ~I found the room number Roman had sent me and stood outside the door for a moment before pushing it open.Marty was propped up against the pillows with his head bandaged and his eyes closed, and Roman was beside the bed in the chair closest to him, holding his hand with both of his, his head bent forward slightly like a man in the middle of a private conversation with himself.Neither of them heard me come in.I stood in the doorway and looked at them, and my chest tightened as thoughts of how Marty almost died because of me filled me.The tears I had been holding since the corridor in that building, since Alexandre's voice and all the possibilities that I might not have made it back, began streaming down my face. I could not stop them.I pressed my hand over my mouth as a small sound tried to escape. Roman looked up.He saw my face and stood immediately, releasing Marty's hand with a gentleness I registered even through the blur of what was happening to me.He cro

~ EVANGELINE POV ~I picked up the folder, and it was heavier than it looked.I opened it and read the header, then read it again because the first reading didn't fully sink in.The Linden contract.I knew this contract. Everyone in the European fashion world knows about this contract. It was the kind of distribution deal that did not come available often and when it did, the names competing for it were not small. John Boldwin had mentioned it at his party, congratulating Damien and also indirectly insulting me then.And yet, here it was on the dinner table in front of me.I looked up at Damien."Why are you giving this to me?"He looked like the question had not been part of his planning. His hand went to the back of his neck and he took a moment before answering."I did not know I needed a reason to give you something."I gave him a look that said ‘really bro.’"Okay, fine," he said, lifting his hands a little. "I got the contract for you before the Isabelle situation started. It

~ EVANGELINE’S POV ~Blaire had been acting strange since she arrived.She kept glancing toward the building entrance every few minutes while pretending to sort through the files she had brought for Damien, and twice she started a sentence and stopped herself before finishing it.I noticed but said nothing.I was in the middle of working on the third illustration for the post-Paris collection when she finally cracked."Mrs. Blackwood, could you come downstairs with me for a moment?"I looked up from my sketchbook. "Why?""Mr. Blackwood asked me to show you something when I arrived."I put down my pencil and looked at her properly. Her expression was the kind that people wear when they are trying very hard to look neutral about something they are not neutral about at all."What did he do?" I asked, already guessing what the fuss might be about."I really think you should just come and see for yourself.”We entered the private section of the building, the side that opened into a covered

~ EVANGELINE ~My phone wouldn't stop vibrating.Even in my sleep, I could feel it buzzing relentlessly on the nightstand like an angry wasp trapped in a jar.I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head, vowing to murder whoever was blowing up my phone at this ungodly hour.The buzzing continued.Finally, I gave up. I sat up groggily, squinting at the sunlight streaming through the windows, and grabbed my phone.Fifty-three missed calls, one hundred and twenty-seven unread messages.What the hell?Before I could understand any of it, the phone rang again.Mrs. Harrington. Sleep left my eyes instantly. I sat up straighter and answered."Hello, ma'am.""I see you are still sleeping, young lady." Her calm voice came through the line with that tone that always made me feel like I was back in the mall working with her."Yes, ma'am." I held my breath.Mrs. Harrington always had that effect on me. I loved the woman, but she was freaking strict and she never called to chat."Do you know the

~ DAMIEN ~I was in a meeting with George Farrah, heir to the Farrah Real Estate empire.George, like everyone else in the business world currently, wanted to be a sponsor in the Linden project.The project consisted of a fashion gala show where designers would showcase their work in a global forum that all sorts of tycoons and elites from around the world could attend.For such a large audience, just getting a table alone cost more than two hundred thousand dollars.Just imagine the thousands of people who would fill the hall that day, all paying that amount of money.And that wasn't even counting the designers who would showcase their work that people would auction for.I could already see that this was going to be a massive project.First, it was a smart move for Eva to insist we work together because working together brought more sponsors. More sponsors meant more income. Even the estimated profit of a billion euros was likely going to be far more than that."Mr. Blackwood," Geor