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Evelyn’s POVWhat on earth was going on right now?Why was he acting like this?Louis's fingers clamped around my wrist like a vice. I tried to wriggle free, but his grip tightened instead. My heart raced in my chest, thudding so loudly I feared he could hear it. I bit back a wince, eyes flickering with panic.Then Samuel’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet laced with amusement. “Really?” he scoffed.I turned to face him. He looked composed, confident—his posture relaxed, his eyes gleaming with defiance. There was something magnetic about him. He wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated, and oddly enough, I liked that. It felt...safe. For the first time in a long time, someone stood up to Louis—not with violence or aggression, but with steady calm. I must have chosen the right man to play this charade with. He was convincing. Maybe too convincing.“She’s not going anywhere with you!” Louis snapped. His voice cracked the silence like a whip.Samuel didn’t flinch. “Why not?” he sa

Evelyn's POV “Guards! What are you standing there for? Get them—now! Didn’t you see what he just did?” the man bellowed, his voice sharp with rage.The guards lunged toward us without hesitation, and panic punched through my chest like a blow. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely think.But Louis didn’t let go. His grip on my hand tightened, firm and grounding, like an anchor in the middle of chaos. I shouldn’t feel safe with him. Not now. Not after asking for a divorce. And yet… something about the way he held on made me feel protected.He’s been acting strange ever since I mentioned divorce—jealous one moment, kind and protective the next. Was this his way of making me change my mind?I pulled my hand from his, struggling to remember the danger closing in. My fingers trembled as I reached into my purse for my phone—I hadn’t brought my iPad with me.“What are you doing? Why did you let go?” Louis snapped, reaching for me again. His brows were drawn together, eyes wild with conc

Eveyeln's POV His hand slowly crept beneath the bed, and my heart pounded so loudly I thought it might burst out of my chest. I stood there frozen, panic flooding every nerve in my body. What was he looking for? What if he found it my phone? He straightened up, holding something between his fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut, too afraid to face the truth. My breath caught. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing,” he murmured. My eyes snapped open, and my stomach dropped. He held up the black lace lingerie the one I wore that night to take that picture. The one I’d sent, then regretted, then deleted, but still hid the evidence for. The lingerie dangled from his fingers like a secret exposed to the sun. My breath stuttered. At least he hadn’t found the phone. I swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed my iPad from the desk. Put it down. Now. And leave, I typed, showing him the screen. He read it, scoffed, and sat on the edge of my bed like he owned it. “This is my h

Eveyeln's POV "What did you just type?!"His voice was low, but trembling with fury."Don't you remember you're married? You had the audacity to say you had sex with him? How dare you defile me!"He lunged forward before I could react, slamming me into the wall with a force that knocked the breath out of me. Pain shot through my back, but I bit my tongue, refusing to cry out. I tried to push against him, but he was stronger—too strong.His chest was heaving. His nose skimmed down toward mine, then hovered just above my lips. I froze."You're drunk," he muttered, his voice strained, trying to contain the rage shaking through him. "That's why you're spouting this nonsense. We'll talk tomorrow."No, this wasn’t just anger. This was jealousy. Possessiveness. The kind that doesn’t make sense when you’re never truly wanted.We’d been married for a while now, yet never once had he touched me—not like that. I was still a virgin. A virgin wife. That’s what he made me. And somehow, I was still

Evelyn's POV’sI could see the shock in Louis' face, and I admit—I loved it.His brows furrowed, lips parting like he couldn’t quite believe what he just heard. “Nice meeting you. I'm Louis, and who are you, if I may ask?” His voice held that same confusion, like he hadn’t just heard Samuel call me "babe."Samuel didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his hand lightly brushing mine. "I'm Samuel, and I'm her boyfriend."Louis blinked rapidly. His jaw clenched, and I saw his gaze flick from Samuel to me and back again. There was hesitation in his eyes, the kind that comes with disbelief and irritation hidden behind a polite smile."Really? So, you mean you know everything about her? And you guys have… hmm..." His words trailed off as a colleague came rushing toward him, whispered something into his ear, and like that, he was gone.Louis turned to us briefly, masking his emotions. "I need to leave. See ya later."I turned to Samuel, smiling slightly, clutching my iPad with both hands. Than

Evelyn’s POVI clutched the phone tightly, my hands trembling as the kidnapper’s voice echoed in my mind."Can you talk?"My stomach twisted into knots. Of course, I can’t talk. Everyone knew that.Yet, he had laughed. "Relax, princess. I was just joking."But was he?There was something unsettling in his eyes, something that felt like a challenge. Like he was waiting for me to prove him wrong. My throat tightened, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps.I forced myself back to reality. The phone—the key to my freedom—was in my hands now. But at what cost?I had agreed to his terms without hesitation, not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. I needed a way out of this marriage. I needed leverage over Louis.And now, I had another problem.I had lied.I told Louis I had a boyfriend. And now, he wanted proof.Panic bubbled inside me as I raked my fingers through my hair. What was I thinking? How was I supposed to find a boyfriend now?And why was he still holding onto