All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Hubby's Cousin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Evelyn's POVAhead, rocks were tumbling down the slope, triggered by the fire, forming a mini landslide.Heart in my throat, I yanked the wheel, dodging the rocks while trying to keep the fawn safe. The mud and bumps made the buggy feel like it was at war; every hit threatened to throw me off balance.The fawn curled up tight in my arms, and I whispered, “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you. We’re getting out together.” My voice was soft, but it anchored me, pulling me back to focus.The landslide surged closer, smoke rolling in like a gray tide. I had to push through this narrow, jagged mountain path. Every sharp turn, every jolt forward, felt like I was playing a high-stakes game with nature itself. My heart practically leapt out of my chest.Then a jagged rock blocked the way. I yanked the wheel; the buggy shuddered violently, mud and pebbles spraying everywhere. The fawn let out a soft little whine. I looked down—it was scared, but trusting. That trust bolstered me. Gritting my teeth, I

Evelyn's POVThat bastard, Sebastian.“Are you insane?!” I yelled, glaring at the blood seeping through the gauze.“You’re the crazy one. I already told you, nothing happened with her.”“Nothing happened because you haven’t gotten around to it yet, huh? So you’re not denying your mom’s been picking out a new woman for you?” I shot back, dripping with sarcasm.“If I listened to Mom, she wouldn’t even be introducing anyone to me, right?”“So… now you’re blaming me?”I could hardly believe the crap coming out of his mouth. He actually had the nerve to blame me for his mom being upset about his cheating. Like, hello? From day one, my ordinary background was the thing his mom cared about the most. Can people change where they’re born? No. Nobody on Earth can. But somehow, because of this whole class, power, money nonsense, she thinks I’m beneath her.“I love you. But why do you make me so damn exhausted?” I snapped.“Love? You say that to every other woman too, right?”“Wait—so you’re jeal

Evelyn's POV“God, this stallion has sex on the brain 24/7,” I muttered under my breath.Men really are all the same—self-centered, obsessed with nothing but sex.Evelyn: Compensation? Go ahead, have your precious legal department sue me!Julian: You’re feisty.Julian: I was hoping for a little sweet talk to make peace with you.Julian: Now I’m drafting a lawyer’s letter.I rolled my eyes. Julian was ridiculous—and somehow knew exactly how to push my buttons.But he wasn’t done. The chat showed “Julian is typing…” No way he’s sending legal documents over chat, right?Julian: What charge should I sue you for?Julian: “Making Julian wait”Evelyn: …Julian: Verdict is as follows: 1. The defendant, Evelyn, is prohibited from leaving Julian’s room until 12 PM tomorrow.Wait, what? Is this idiot playing pretend court? Plaintiff, lawyer, judge—all rolled into one? He’s supposed to be the Hawthorne heir! Why is he acting like a brat? And the Hawthorne family empire isn’t collapsing under this

Julian's POVI stepped out of the bathroom, pretending to be calm. Honestly, my dick felt like it was about to explode. Another second in that room and I’d have gone full beast mode—ripping Evelyn’s clothes off, pinning her in the tub, and driving myself into her with no mercy.But that was Evelyn—subtle in her seduction. That’s what made her so damn cute. Any other woman would’ve stripped down immediately, wrapped herself around me, and taken over the room. She wouldn’t let me get out.I sighed. So much pride, and she’s still teasing me like this. Most guys would’ve carried her straight to the bed the second she walked in.But she was hurt—not just physically, but mentally too. I couldn’t take advantage of her like that.Even though she played it cool, acting like nothing had happened, sharp-tongued and ready to go toe-to-toe with me like usual, I could see the fragility beneath the surface. The little hedgehog she usually pretends to be? Gone.She was so eager, so proactive, that I

Evelyn's POVThe Langfords were my husband’s family. Our WHR, being a nonprofit, survives on public donations and funding from foundations or companies. And Sebastian’s support for our organization? That was explicitly written into our prenuptial agreement.When I married Sebastian, the prenup was packed with all sorts of restrictions—even my living expenses were capped. As a Langford wife, I couldn’t touch Sebastian’s trust fund. Even his secondary credit card? I couldn’t spend more than $3,000 a month.People around me assumed I’d married into a glamorous life. But the truth? It had nothing to do with any “luxury lifestyle.” Sebastian claimed his mother didn’t approve of me—she hated Cinderella stories—and if I wanted to be with him, I had to strictly follow her prenup rules.Honestly? I didn’t care. When I married Sebastian, I genuinely loved him. Money never dictated our love. Even after we married, I never used his card for personal expenses—everything came out of my own paycheck