Semua Bab Five Years His Secret, Now Someone Else’s Bride: Bab 11 - Bab 18

Orion’s POVSienna’s face turned red, but her venomous eyes still gleamed with triumph.“I just told her the truth,” she choked out, a wicked smile playing on her lips.“What truth?”“That you only kept her for five years… to prove… how loyal you could be…” Sienna gasped for air. “So I would see… that you were worthy… of me…”My hand fell away.I stumbled back, staring at her in disbelief.“So… she knows?”“Of course.” Sienna smoothed her hair, that sickening smile returning to her face. “I told her you planned to marry me from the very beginning. That she was just bait.”“You…”“And, of course,” Sienna’s voice turned syrupy sweet, “I told her you found her boring in bed. A pretty, lifeless doll. You should have seen her expression. It was priceless.”The world started to spin.So that was it.Evangeline knew everything.She didn’t leave because of a tantrum. She left because of absolute, soul-destroying despair.It was me. I had personally pushed her into the abyss.“You’ve destroyed

Evangeline’s POV“I’ve already made dinner reservations,” Leo said, heading for the car.But Julian shook his head. “Leo, I’d like to take Evangeline somewhere first.”“Where?” I asked, curious.“A surprise. For you.” A smile played on his lips, his eyes full of anticipation. “If you don’t mind.”Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a discreet building in Manhattan.It looked like a private residence, with no signs on the door.Julian led me inside and pressed the elevator button.“What is this place?”“You’ll see.”The moment the elevator doors opened, I held my breath.It wasn’t just a gallery. It was a private museum. The scale was staggering.Soaring ceilings, perfect lighting, and a collection that made my heart race.Monet’s Water Lilies series. Van Gogh’s The Starry Night. And a da Vinci manuscript I had never seen before.“Oh my god…” I couldn’t help but walk toward the paintings.Every single one was museum-quality. A priceless treasure.“Do you like it?” Julian a

Orion’s POVLong Island, Sacred Heart Church.The century-old Gothic church was a fairytale of white roses and crystal chandeliers.I stood outside, watching the guests stream in.New York’s high society. Politicians, tycoons.Not a single mobster among them.“Sir, your invitation, please,” a polite attendant stopped me at the door.I scowled. “I’m Orion Corvo.”The attendant checked the list, a troubled look on her face. “I’m sorry, sir, your seat is… over there.”She pointed to the last row, in the darkest corner of the church.I let out a cold laugh.Leo was doing this on purpose.It didn’t matter. As long as I could see Evangeline, it was all worth it.I strode into the church and took my seat in the shadows.I was surrounded by strangers. No one spoke to me.Leo had clearly given his orders.I didn’t care. My eyes were fixed on the altar.I imagined Evangeline walking down the aisle in a white bridesmaid dress, and my heart began to pound.Three years. I was finally going to see h

Orion’s POVThree months later, Chicago.The Corvo estate was a ghost of its former self. Weeds choked the gardens. The fountains ran dry. The once heavily guarded gates were now manned by a few listless guards.In the office, I sat alone in the dark.The desk was littered with empty liquor bottles. The room reeked of whiskey.I hadn’t shaved in three days. My shirt was a wrinkled mess, my eyes were bloodshot. I was a caged animal.“Evangeline…” I whispered to the empty room, my voice a raw rasp. “Why… why won’t you come back…”The war with the Rossi family had cost me dearly. Three of my key territories were gone. Half of my inner circle were dead or wounded. My money was about to run out.But I didn’t care about any of it.I just wanted her back.“Boss,” Marco came in and shook his head at the sight. “You can’t go on like this.”“Get out,” I said without looking up.“The Rossis hit another one of our warehouses. The losses are—”“I said, get out!” I shot to my feet and hurled a glass