Shattered Vows: The Heiress’s Revenge
Evelyn’s voice was low, sharp as glass.
“I want BR Corporations in ruins. Buy the shares. Bleed it dry. I want him to watch everything he stole from me burn.”
Alexander Veylor leaned back in his chair, the faintest curve on his lips. His eyes didn’t soften — they pinned her in place, assessing, amused.
“You’re bold, Mrs. Smith. But nothing in this world comes for free.”
"I'm no more Mrs. Smith."
"I'm now Evelyn Brooks."
Her jaw tightened. “Name your price.”
He stood, towering, the weight of his presence filling the room.
“Marriage.” His voice was final, merciless. “You want my power? Then you’ll wear my name.”
For a moment, silence stretched — dangerous, electric. Evelyn’s heart hammered, not from fear, but from the pull of a deal she couldn’t walk away from.