Evan’s POVI wake up feeling like shit. Phillippa is lying beside me. I heard it when she came in last night but I didn’t say anything to her. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone and I’m still not. What the fuck was last night?I feel hungover. My head is pounding and my body fucking hurts but I didn’t take a sip of alcohol. That woman’s face returns to my mind. I thought sleeping on it would give me more clarity but I was wrong. I’m even more confused than ever. What if she truly isn’t Leonora? Then I’m a fucking idiot, that’s what. I can smell coffee and eggs in the kitchen. I wash up as quickly as I can and then brace myself to face Phillippa. Goddess, if anything, I feel like a true jackass because for some reason, after finding my true mate—and no, it doesn’t matter that it’s a woman who might be Leo or have her face—I haven’t felt the same way about Phillippa as before. I don’t desire her in the same way. It’s automatic and something I can’t explain. Now, it’s that woma
Anthony spends the whole day with me, and Thomas only texts me later in the day. After sleeping on it, I’ve somehow woken up with a different state of mind. It’s like I’m not the Leonora who fell in love with Thomas and had sex with him anymore. I’m someone new, someone with way too many problems and who doesn’t want to involve anyone else in them. I reply and tell him I have company, so I can’t come upstairs like he asked me to. Thomas doesn’t say anything else, and I go back to entertaining Victor and Anthony. I’m currently making dinner for them while they watch TV. I have some time to myself and in the kitchen, I can be as sad as I want to because neither of them are looking at me. It’s honestly a relief. So, what do I know?I know that Julius has found out who I am and that he’s offering to appease Evan if that’s what I want. He can keep my identity a secret for me, and all he wants is for me to put on a show for him. What I still haven’t figured out is why he’s willing to h
Thomas doesn’t text or anything, and that makes me feel so damn disappointed. It’s two in the morning and I can’t sleep. I spent the whole of Sunday waiting for him to come to his senses, but he didn’t do that. He’s been silent, and honestly, I don’t think I should be the one to reach out because he was the one who was unreasonable. To even imagine that Anthony feels about me that way is so wrong and feels sinful. He didn’t believe me when I told him so. So, it’s whatever. I don’t have the time or energy to even deal with such a relationship, so if he wants to cut our ties, then he can do it. I’ll only blame myself because I knew I shouldn’t have gotten involved with anyone when my life is already so complicated. But if there’s one thing that’s clear to me now, it’s that I’m going to work tomorrow. I’ll ride this wave of uncertainty and I’ll see how far it will take me. Evan will undoubtedly try to approach me in order to figure out more, and when the time is ready, I’ll tell him
Julius is waiting for me at the door when I arrive. The sight of him makes my steps falter. Son of a bitch. Why does he have to be waiting for me right by the entrance to the cottage? Did he think I wouldn’t come?“You look lovely,” he remarks when I climb the steps toward the door. “Thanks,” I say, keeping my voice light and cheerful. “Come on in,” he says as he rolls himself inside the cottage. “I’ve missed your breakfast. Nobody makes eggs quite like yours.”“Come on,” I say playfully, even though what I want to do is punch the back of his head until all my fingers break. “You’ve probably had breakfast in the fanciest of places. My eggs are really nothing special.”“It’s not the way you cook them but the energy you put into them,” he tells me. “The fact that you’re the one who’s cooking them for me makes them way more special. I could say the same thing about sex.”The word makes my breath catch in my throat. He’s not even giving it a break. He wants to cut straight to the chas
Evan’s POVI clench my jaw as I make my way around the house to the place where my car is parked. I’m fuming because I’ve now realized that Veronica doesn’t fucking exist. I’m being lied to and I was an idiot for even contemplating it. I’ll blame it on the confusion of the situation and also on the fact that I’m unsettled as shit by all of this. Oh, she wants me to prove it to her face that she’s Leonora? I’ll do it. I’ve already got my guys started on researching her background. I gave her the name I know and I’ve found a copy of the ID she presented to Julius for the job interview. It’s a good thing because our housekeeper was the one who accepted the application, and guess where the fuck it was couriered from?Her hometown. The place where I met her. The place where we got married. Now, that should be enough proof that she’s Leo, but I want to go deeper because when I confront her, I want to have the proof in my hands. She has to be staying somewhere, and she must have register
My workday has never felt this long before. It used to feel way shorter. I’d just make him breakfast, we’d talk, and then I’d leave to pick Victor up from school. Now, he wants to do less talking and more ogling, and I have to play the part. He asks me for a massage and I have to give it to him, and I have to make sure that my breasts touch the back of his head. It’s so disgusting and takes everything for me not to vomit on top of his head. Maybe that’s what I should do in order to let him know how I feel about him. He groans when my fingers press into his flesh. “Your fingers are heavenly, baby.”“I bet they are,” I tell him as I massage him. My fingers are starting to cramp but I can’t stop. I glance at the clock in the kitchen and realize that I have thirty minutes or so left to go. If I can keep massaging him like this, then it’ll be over. He just can’t ask anything else of me. I close my eyes and force myself to continue. I’m doing this for a good cause. That’s what I tell m
When I wake up, I’m in my bedroom. I sit up quickly with a gasp and look around. The sky outside is still light, and so I deduce that I couldn’t have been out for too long. That’s not my biggest concern, though. If I’m up here, that can only mean that Evan was the one who brought me up here. The last thing I remember is fainting as soon as I stepped out of the car. I get up with my heart in my throat. The first thing I look for is the envelope with his documents. I didn’t make a single copy so if he took them, I’m done for. I lift my mattress, which is where I put it, and there is it. I pull it out and quickly go through it. Everything is there. My bedroom door is closed. I hide it in a better place and then make my way to the door barefoot. My heart is slamming against my chest and my mouth is too dry. I open the door and step out into the hallway. As soon as I do, I see Evan seated on the couch. For a fraction of a second, I saw his side profile and thought that it was Victor
Evan's POVI step out of Leo’s apartment and sit in my car for a handful of minutes, just thinking about everything. I can’t believe I have a son. The boy in the pictures looks just like me. I’ve never experienced anything remotely similar to this. Seeing those pictures hit me like a wave. It knocked me right off my feet. It’s like I was seeing a version of myself that I knew nothing about, and the longer I looked at the pictures, the more I yearned to be closer to him. This deep sorrow hit me, too. I’d missed out on so much. I saw all his milestones stamped all over the photos. His first birthday. The first time he rode a bike. His first science project. And all the while, he smiled, this big wide smile that can only be associated with happiness, the kind I never experienced in my childhood. It was like finding a treasure I never knew I was searching for. I started looking for pictures when I saw the door across from hers after carrying her to her bedroom. I opened it and saw the
The longer I stare at Anthony and he doesn't wake up, the more I panic. What if he's dead? What if I didn't just slam the vase in his head for him to pass out? I walk around him, trying to get a good look at his face. He doesn’t appear to be breathing, but maybe I’m just panicking way too much. So, I try not to panic and wait for him to stir, which he hasn’t done in the last ten minutes since I’ve been here standing over him. I decide that I’ve had enough. If he’s dead, then I’d rather know now than wait for longer. I kneel down, barely breathing as I reach out, and press two fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse. My own heartbeat is so loud that it drowns out everything else. But then—a faint throb under my fingertips. He’s alive.I let out a sharp exhale of relief, though it’s short-lived. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, a groggy confusion clouding his gaze as he begins to stir and come to his senses. For a moment, he looks like he doesn’t recognize me, his gaze unfocused
Evan’s POV The road stretches out in front of me, winding and dark. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel, but I can’t let myself loosen my grip—not until I have him back. The text from her still sits on the screen beside me, her message short and mocking. It’s an address, nothing more, like a command.I’m not entirely sure of what to expect from this. Is she mocking me? Did she believe me when I said that I wanted to be with her?I know her well enough, since we’ve been together for quite some time. She wants me to come crawling. To say I was wrong, that I never should’ve left her. She thinks she has that kind of power over me, and I’ll let her believe it. I’ll say whatever she needs to hear, promise her the world if that’s what it takes to get my son back. I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll do whatever is necessary. I’ll be selfless for once. My stomach twists at the thought, a bitterness that feels like swallowing nails, but there’s no other way.I turn off the main roa
Evan’s POVI call Phillippa, and she doesn’t answer the phone. It’s not off, so she’s probably staring at her phone and smiling to herself as she watches her screen light up with my name flashing across it. “Bitch,” I curse before groaning in frustration. Each passing second deepens the knots in my stomach. Victor’s gone, and every instinct in my body screams to find him, to bring him back where he belongs. I didn’t even think that I had it in me to feel so much paternal instinct. I barely know him, yet my despair would’ve been the same even if I’d raised him his whole life. I’ve lost count of the calls I’ve made by now, and I still have no answers. Even some of the men who once were on my side won’t answer the phone. Then again, they were Montgomery contacts, not mine. Every lead has crumbled, and I’m left staring at the emptiness of my own mistakes.I’m fucked, through and through. I should be leaving the city by now if I have any hopes of escaping the bullshit investigation tha
I shove Anthony off of me with all my strength, and even that doesn’t feel enough to completely shake his touch off. It seems this terrible night is determined not to end. It’s like a never-ending nightmare. A surge of disgust and anger rips through me. I can’t believe he’s done this. That he would try to kiss me. I’ve always seen him as a father figure, so this really messes with me more than words can say. He stumbles back, his eyes widening with shock, but his shocked expression quickly changes into a bitter scowl. "Milena," he says, his voice low and edged with that same twisted need he’s tried to rationalize as love only a few moments ago. “You don’t understand. Everything I’ve done... I did for you. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again until you understand. Until it sinks into your thick skull!”“For me?” I hiss, my voice shaking with disbelief and rage. “You murdered Thomas. You tortured Evan. And now you think you can stand here and—what? Kiss me? Confess some sick
Sitting alone in my apartment while Evan goes hunting for our son is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. The silence in the apartment is almost unbearable, pressing down on me with a weight I can't carry. I sit on the edge of the sofa, staring blankly at the door, waiting for it to open, and for Evan to walk into the apartment with Victor safe in his arms. The ache in my chest is relentless; a mixture of fear and guilt and helplessness that threatens to consume me.It’s the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. This despair is unlike any other. There’s no pain worse than having my son taken away from me by some lunatic with the worst of intentions. I’d been a fool to leave him by myself. I was irresponsible. If anything happens to Victor, I’ll blame myself forever. I’ll never get over it. Not ever. Phillippa took him—our son, my sweet Victor. It’s hard to even wrap my mind around the reality of it, that she would go so far, that she would hurt Evan and me by taking the one th
Evan’s POVThe taxi stops outside Leo’s apartment building, and she pays the nosy asshole before we step outside. Leo opens the door and exits the car quickly. She’s moving fast, her body almost vibrating with energy. She’s probably in shock, maybe in pain after everything that’s happened, but right now, she’s got one focus, and that’s Victor. I don’t mind it. At least one of us should get there fast and make sure that that fuck isn’t there, hurting him. I’ve promised her that I have a place where I can put her and Vic for a while, at least just until she can get to the bottom of this. I’d follow her up the stairs, but I know that I’m not going to be able to make it. I watch her disappear inside the building for a moment, feeling that pull again, that sense of her slipping through my fingers, just like she did once before. But I don’t have time to think about that now. But this is different. Now, we have a sort of understanding with each other. She’s not going to run away. Where wo
After a few minutes of messing with the chains, I finally figure out how to release him. Evan lands on the ground with a thud, and groans in pain as a result. I make my way to his side, wanting to touch him to help him stand up, but then stopping myself. These conflicting emotions will be the end of me. I stare at him as he tries to catch his breath, and for a moment, I feel sorry for him. His eyes meet mine, and within them, I see the same amount of sadness that I feel, but his is blended with disbelief. “You shouldn’t have come,” he says before coughing weakly. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m not...worth it.”His words catch me off guard. “What?”“I deserve what’s being done to me,” he then says before his eyes study my face. His body is shaking, and I’m not sure why. “I’m just glad to know that you’re alright.”I grit my teeth. “That’s not your decision to make, Evan. I’m the one who gets to decide what I do, not you.”He turns on his side, and then peels his shirt from his body, sh
“Why would I tell you anything regarding that?” Anthony says to him in the most cruel voice imaginable. I’ve never heard him use this voice on anyone before. I barely even recognize it. Why has he been keeping Evan here? So, he knew where he was this whole time?I have a terrible feeling in my gut. “I just want to know that she’s safe,” Evan rasps. This is followed by a dull sound, like someone punching a wall of meat, and Evan groans in pain. I cover my mouth with my hand. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Why would Anthony do this? Out of all the things he could do, why? Why keep Evan prisoner? He’s clearly hurting him. I came here thinking that I would find a clue concerning whether he killed Thomas or not, but instead, I find this. And there’s no satisfaction in this for me. This is something I never expected from Anthony. I know he hates Evan, but to go to this extent. I almost feel ashamed of my feelings. It’s not like I’m saying this because I care about Evan—he has ruine
“…right, Leo?”I turn my attention back to Anthony, and ask him, “Sorry, what?”Anthony is standing by the window of the living room, eyeing me strangely. He then says, “Are you okay, Leo? Is there something in your mind? You’ve been distracted all day.”“No, I’m fine,” I claim, even though it’s a blatant lie. “Don’t worry about it.”I have to admit that I haven’t been fine since I found that sweater. My spirit is restless, and I have to find out what the hell is going on here. Anthony is hiding things from me. It’s easier to notice this when I’m paying attention, and I can tell the huge difference between his normal state and now. I’m just horrified. The sun behind him is setting, and the fading light casting long shadows across my apartment. I’m sitting on the couch, trying to seem relaxed, but there’s a tightness in my chest that won’t go away. There are times when I think that my suspicions are nonsensical, and that I should just ask him what the sweater was about outright inste