MasukThree months earlier.....
(Evelyn pov) I couldn’t stop smiling. Humming gently, I placed the new bouquet of roses in the crystal vase, fine-tuning each stem to reach perfection. The fragrant scent of lilies and roses permeated the air, mixing with the cozy scent of vanilla candles dancing on the dining table. Everything needed to be perfect, just as our love. In two nights, Sebastian and I will be celebrating our anniversary. Our fifth year of celebration. Five years filled with love, joy, and common aspirations. I ran my fingers along the exquisite silverware, imagining how his eyes would sparkle when he walked in, how his lips would turn into that unique, sincere smile, the one he saved just for me. But that wasn’t all. This anniversary was going to be even more special. I softly placed my hand on my abdomen, a warmth radiating within me. Sebastian was about to become a father. The mere idea flooded me with warmth, blending feelings of excitement and anxious anticipation in my chest. I bit my lip, unable to suppress the grin pulling at the edges of my lips. I discovered it a week ago, but I wanted to wait for the right moment to inform him. And what could be more ideal than our anniversary? A day already filled with love, memories, and promise, it seemed perfect. I had dedicated the last few days to organizing every detail, hoping the unveiling would be as meaningful as the announcement itself. The present had been arranged, a stylish, engraved watch, thoughtfully selected to complement his taste. However, it was the note on the reverse that conveyed the true significance: Best Husband and soon to be Dad. I imagined that moment countless times in my mind. The manner in which his eyebrows would crease subtly while he examined the inscription, then rise in understanding. The manner in which his eyes would deepen in color with feeling, perhaps even shimmer. He would look at me, really look at me, and in that moment, I understood I would witness it all: the affection, the happiness, the astonishment. And then, just like I imagined each time, his hands would gently hold my face, his lips meeting mine in a kiss so profound, so powerful, that I’d dissolve completely into him. A laugh slipped from my mouth as I grabbed my phone, calling the one person who always knew how to make surprises even better Vanessa. My cousin and best friend. The person I trusted more than anyone. The call barely rang before her voice chirped through the line. “Eve! To what do I owe this honor?” I laughed. “Hey, Nessa. What are you up to?” “Oh, you know. Just dealing with life’s chaos. What about you?” “I need your help with something special.” Her interest piqued. “Special? Do tell.” I took a deep breath, my excitement bubbling over. “Sebastian and I have our anniversary in two nights, and I want to plan the most perfect evening ever. A private dinner, candlelight, soft music, all his favorite dishes. And…” I hesitated for dramatic effect. “And?” she prompted. “I’m pregnant.” A loud squeak erupted from the phone, causing me to chuckle. “Are you for real?” Oh my goodness, Eve! This is incredible! "Has Sebastian found out yet?" “No,” I said, grinning. “I want to tell him that night. I got him a watch with the message engraved on it.” "That’s really cute!" He will be extremely happy. I exhaled softly, already envisioning his response. "I wish for that." "Are you joking?" Of course, he will be! Alright, we have to organize this properly. Where would you like to have dinner? "Home or a fancy restaurant?" I chewed on my lip, debating. “I thought about a restaurant, but then I figured something more intimate would be better. Just us, in our home, where we started everything. No distractions, no outside noise, just me and him.” Vanessa let out a delighted squeal. “That’s actually perfect! You can control everything, the setting, the food, the lighting. Plus, it’ll be cozy. He’ll love it.” Relief washed over me, easing the tiny knots of doubt I hadn’t even realized were forming. “I was hoping you’d say that. I need help setting things up. Will you come over the night before?” “Of course, babe. We’ll make it a night to remember. I’ll even bring wine, and we can celebrate early! Maybe do a little practice run, taste-test some of the food, go over the playlist, make sure everything’s just right.” I laughed, warmth blooming in my chest. “That sounds perfect. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out,” she teased. “Now, tell me, what’s on the menu? We need something delicious but also a little sexy.” "You’re amazing, Nessa." She chuckled. “I’m aware.” However, I genuinely feel pleased for you, Eve. "You merit every bit of joy that exists." She laughed. “I know. But, seriously, I’m happy for you, Eve. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” Her words filled my heart with joy. “Thanks, love. I just hope I can reach Sebastian soon to confirm his schedule.” I glanced at the clock. He should be finishing work about now. I dialed his number, but it rang endlessly before his secretary picked up. “Good evening, Mrs. Rodgers.” “Hi, Lily. Is Sebastian free?” There was a brief silence, and I could hear the soft tapping of a keyboard. “I apologize, but Mr. Rodgers is currently in a significant meeting.” He asked not to be interrupted. I frowned, disappointment creeping in. “Oh… okay. Do you know when he’ll be free?” “I’m uncertain, ma’am, but I can pass along a message for him.” I forced a smile. “That would be great. Simply let him know I called.” Just as I was ready to conclude the call, a sudden ping resonated in the air. Vanessa’s phone. I heard her shuffle, then a soft inhale. A pause. A hesitation. “Nessa?” I asked, tilting my head. “Everything okay?” “Yeah.” A little too fast. “Just a message from work.” However, there was something in her tone that caused my stomach to churn. It was faint, perhaps a small pause, a bit too much strain to appear relaxed, but I knew her too well to miss it. A moment later, she chuckled softly, the noise light and rehearsed. "Regardless, try not to worry excessively about Sebastian." You’re aware of how he acts when he’s occupied. Simply concentrate on the surprise. “It will be perfect, Eve.” I paused, gripping my phone more tightly with my fingers. The discomfort remained, a slight murmur in my thoughts, yet I managed to smile. Perhaps I was overanalyzing the situation. “You’re correct,” I replied, breathing out gently. "It will be perfect."Morning came quietly — too quietly for someone who’d spent months surviving storms.Evelyn woke before dawn, the first rays of light spilling gently across her bed. For once, there were no nightmares. No pounding in her chest. Just stillness.She sat up, the silk sheets sliding off her shoulders, and let the air settle around her. In the hallway, she could hear the faint murmur of her children stirring — the sleepy shuffling of little feet, the creak of the stairs, Rolland’s soft yawn.It was ordinary.And it was everything she’d ever wanted.By eight, she was already dressed — black slacks, crisp blouse, hair tied back with the kind of precision that meant control.Liam arrived on time, as always, tablet in hand, eyes alert.“Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted, though his tone had softened over the months. “The press release draft is ready. And—” He hesitated, scanning her face. “You’re sure you want to go public with this?”Evelyn adjusted her jacket. “I don’t want to. I need to.”“On
The morning after Kent’s birthday dawned quietly, almost reverently.Soft beams of sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, catching the faint shimmer of confetti still scattered on the living room floor. The laughter and chaos of the night before lingered in the air, gentle echoes of something sacred — a peace Evelyn had thought she’d never feel again.She stood barefoot in the kitchen, her robe loosely tied, cradling a cup of tea between her palms. The warmth seeped into her skin, grounding her as she looked out the window to where the children were playing in the garden.Anastasia was trying to braid Rolland’s hair, and Kent — ever impatient — was shouting orders from the swing as if he were their commander. Their laughter floated through the open window, the kind that made Evelyn’s chest ache with gratitude.Peace, she realized, wasn’t a gift. It was a choice. One she had fought for with every bruise, every sleepless night, every ounce of strength she’d ever had to summon.She si
The house had never felt this alive.For years, Evelyn’s mansion had been silent — a shell of marble and memory. The chandeliers gleamed, the floors shone, but the air had always felt heavy, as though every polished surface remembered the arguments, the losses, the empty nights when laughter was a ghost she couldn’t conjure.Today was different.Sunlight poured through the tall windows, soft and golden. The scent of vanilla and butter wafted through the kitchen. Balloons bobbed gently above the dining table, their ribbons curling like lazy smiles. For the first time in years, the Hart home felt like a home — warm, lived-in, real.Evelyn stood in the middle of it all, smoothing the edges of a birthday banner she’d insisted on hanging herself. Her fingers trembled slightly, not from exhaustion but from something she hadn’t felt in a long time — contentment.“Mom!” Anastasia’s voice came from the hallway, bright and impatient. “Kent’s trying to sneak into the kitchen again!”Evelyn laugh
Evelyn sighed softly, setting her mug down. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the espresso machine and the quiet chaos of morning life.“‘The Fall of Abbas Karim,’” she repeated, her voice low, almost thoughtful. “They make it sound like a tragedy.”Liam lingered near the door, file in hand. “For some, it is. He built half this city’s economy. People are still trying to make sense of it — of you.”She turned toward him, one brow lifting. “Me?”“You’re the headline now,” Liam said. “The daughter who destroyed the empire. The woman who broke the silence.” He hesitated, as if weighing his next words. “They want to know what comes next.”Evelyn leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms. The morning light caught the faint silver in her hair — proof that even victories left their mark. “What comes next?” she murmured. “Nothing newsworthy, I hope.”Liam gave a small smile. “You could take a break, you know. A real one. No phone calls, no board m
The house was finally quiet again.No more calls from lawyers.No more men tailing her cars.No more sleepless nights wondering who would strike next.But peace, Evelyn realized, didn’t come with silence.It came with ghosts.The city had returned to its rhythm — taxis honking below, pedestrians rushing through the morning drizzle, unaware of the war that had just ended behind corporate curtains and bloodless battles fought with signatures and secrets.Evelyn sat in her study, her hands wrapped loosely around a mug that had long gone cold. The faint hum of Chicago’s waking streets drifted through the open window. The morning sun spilled across the desk, catching the edge of the framed photograph before her — Kent’s shy smile, Anastasia’s gap-toothed grin, Rolland’s mischievous squint.That photo had once been her armor. Now, it was her reward.The same walls that once echoed with whispers of fear now held only the soft rustle of peace. Yet, underneath the calm, Evelyn could still feel
It rained that night — soft, steady rain, washing the city clean.The world outside Evelyn’s window shimmered beneath the downpour, lights bending and blurring behind the glass. Water traced thin silver lines down the pane, splitting her reflection into fragments — the woman she had been, the one she had become, and the one still learning how to exist without war.Her office was dim, quiet except for the faint hum of electricity and the soft patter of rain. The chaos that had defined her for years — the courtrooms, the headlines, the threats — had fallen away. What lingered now was silence. Heavy, unfamiliar silence.The door opened behind her.Liam entered, his sleeves rolled up, exhaustion etched across his face. He carried a steaming mug and stopped a few feet away, hesitant, as though afraid to break the stillness.“You didn’t go home,” he said gently.Evelyn didn’t turn. Her gaze followed the streaks of rain down the glass. “I will,” she said after a moment. “I just needed to wat







