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She fidgeted with her fingers and swallowed tightly. "You were only nice to your family, and you loved Caroline so much. So, I thought that if your father had nothing, there could be conflicts here and there, and it would make it easier for me to get close to you." “That's not a valid reason, but I'm more concerned about the other wrongdoings you've committed," Garvin inquired. Evangeline confessed, "I've married men and divorced them for financial gain. I've also lied about my age and constantly lied about Caroline. It was all because I wanted to be close to you. I craved your attention."

Both Michael and Eva's bodies quivers at her outburst with their eyes wide open as they stared at her. Christina shuts the door to her room once again, and Eva rolls her eyes and scoffs at Christina's outburst. "Your woman has issues, I'm off to the bar. I don't want to spend another minute with an unappreciative person." Eva quickly walked out of the suite leaving her son standing in the center of the room. He sighs internally then sits on the sofa until his eyes fell heavy with sleep. ***********

Victoria teased. "Huh? No. No... We are not a thing. We just project partners, personally, I don't know anything about him" Evangeline said, her voice laced speedily as clearly visible of nervousness. Her cheeks turned pink as she fiddled with the hem of her dress as her embarrassment peaked.

Evan’s long legs bend up in the confined space. "OK. By the way, what actually happened yesterday? I was worried about you guys, you didn't answer my calls." Christa says it in a concerned voice. Christa left the cabin and went straight home after hearing the shot yesterday afternoon; something was going on that Evan didn’t want her to know. "Do you think this is a good time to talk about it?" Evan smirks. Christa could hear the beating of her own heart and his too. Before Christa could say another word, Evan kisses her hungrily. Christa doesn’t turn him down; she kisses him back. Christa is full of passion and lip-locked with another guy who is not his husband.

To his right stood Victoria, draped in a gown of deep crimson velvet, her chin held high as she bathed in the admiring glances of the assembly. Down at the very back of the hall, half-hidden behind a heavy stone pillar and a cluster of low-ranking guards, stood Evangeline. Her skin burned beneath the rough, suffocatingly high collar of a heavy woolen traveling dress. It was far too large for her, a discarded garment meant to make her look small, frumpy, and forgettable. Over her face hung a thick, dense bridal veil made of opaque white lace. It obscured her vision, turning the crowded hall into a blur of shadows and torchlight. Her hands, still raw and stinging from the morning’s lye soap, w

“My name is Evangeline Cross. Why are you hurting me?” Kaka leaned in closer. His face was just a few inches from mine. His silver eyes searched my face for any tiny slip-up. “The real Evangeline Cross grew up in the southern valleys. Her family records say she had a small white scar on her left chin from a riding accident. You don’t have that scar.” A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck. I had studied every detail of Evangeline’s life before she died, but she never mentioned a childhood scar on her chin. My mind raced. If he called the guards back, it was all over for me.

So, they stood by and watched as things played out. Christina, however, recognized Cindy. They'd only spoken on the phone once—she'd paid Cindy a sum to seduce Evan at Elaine's memorial hall, and the latter had done it without hesitation. Christina had never revealed her identity, though, so Cindy had no idea she was the one who'd arranged for her to be at the memorial hall. Christina stared at Emmeline, wondering whether she was Evan and Cindy's child. Then, she was stunned when she remembered how old Emmeline was. Didn't this mean that Evan had betrayed Beverly years ago?

She was reborn soft, sweet, and touched — surrounded by women who never learned to let go. Synopsis: Evangeline “Eva” Claire Maxwell — Lioré, in another lifetime — once worked herself to the bone in a world built on glass and steel. She was brilliant, relentless, and exhausted. Her old world moved too fast, a relentless tide of deadlines, data, and digital shadows. She died with a coffee cup on her desk and a half - finished project glowing on her screen, too weary to notice when her heart gave out.

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and headed back toward the pack house. I'd barely opened the front door when a hand gripped my arm, spinning me around. Christiana Evans stood there, her perfect face filled with fury and her eyes were blazing with anger. "How dare you," she hissed, her done nails digging into my skin through my sleeve. I jerked my arm free, stepping back instinctively. "Christiana—" Christiana was Antonio’s perfect mate, the one everyone wanted, my mother in law worshipped because of her Alpha blood, and my husband tracked her every movement, his eyes never reaching her body whenever they were in the same room. She was also the same woman who hated me with passion.

They were pictures of Evangeline when she was younger. Evangeline Bright, daughter of Gray Bright and Lisa Bright. Only daughter. I read everything there was to know about her childhood. “How did she meet Alex?” I asked, my eyes still on her picture. Andreas sighed. “They had met in a art gallery Evangeline had owned.” He answered. “She draws?” Grayson chipped in. Andreas shook his head. “No, she does not. What she does is that she collects popular pieces and places them in her gallery. Not just that, she pays artists to draw what she tells them to.”