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
Once Evan steps out of the apartment, I lean against the counter and cry. I can’t stop thinking about how bad things have gotten for me. I try not to crumple the check in my hand but I have very little control over my fingers. It doesn’t even matter that I have the money to get away from here anymore. Julius forbade me from going anywhere earlier, and he’s using Victor to blackmail me into staying.When his bodyguard grabbed my arm and dragged me downstairs, I thought that I was being abducted. That was the first thought that crossed my mind. I couldn’t fight him as he dragged me down the steps with a force that was unquestionable. The same car as before was parked right outside my building, and the man opened the car door and shoved me inside. Julius was in the backseat, and he didn’t look happy like he usually did. His cheeks appeared even more sunken than before, and his black brows were drawn. “What’s the meaning of this?” I asked him. “What are you doing?”“My people saw you
The next morning, I arrive at work on time. Since Anthony thinks I still have until the end of the week, he doesn't call me. My guess is that he wants me to approach him first. I don't even think that there's a point to telling him about Julius having people follow him. He's smart enough. He knows. I just have to do my part, which is give Julius what he wants so I can be free. This time, I'm hoping that I really won't come across Evan, but even as that thought crosses my mind, I realize how insane it sounds. Of course, I'm going to come across him! This is his house and anyway, at some point, he'll want to make sure that I'm gone. He paid me enough money to make me disappear. Only, I can't risk my son's life. That's why I'm here.He and Julius can deal with each other when the time comes. All I know is that I've put myself in considerable danger already. Julius opens the door with a smile on his face. Everything about this creeps me the hell out because he acts like he didn't jus
Evan's POVPhillippa hasn’t called me back since yesterday, and what concerns me the most is how this time, I just don’t seem to care enough. Before, I’d always try to make the first move and try to make amends, but so much has happened and my head is so damn full. I have a lot to do. I have to find out if Leo truly left the city like we agreed, and I also need to figure out how to deal with Julius. I can’t say I’m comfortable with someone like him knowing so much about my personal business. I admire Julius. I always have. He’s taught me a lot, and generally, I could say that he treated me like a son when I was first introduced to the family. He guided me through the whole process and he was helpful when I first planned on expanding my business. But I can’t have him ruin me. I know he’s a formidable opponent to have. My relationship with Phillippa is on the rocks and Julius will certainly want to get involved when he becomes aware of it. I’m not even sure if Phillippa told him ye
Evan's POV“What the fuck is the meaning of this!?” I ask aggressively as I approach them all. Barbara’s eyes blaze with fury. “Ha! There you are!”I look down at Leonora, who’s still on the ground, and my protective instincts kick in. I wrap a hand around her arm and pull her to her feet. Barbara becomes even more infuriated. She gives me a look of utter disbelief, but I don’t stop to think of how my rash actions will affect this. Right now, all I can focus on is the fact that she’s been hurt. It occupies my mind entirely and even surpasses my concern about maintaining a good relationship with the Montgomerys. “I’m glad you’ve showed up,” Barbara says in the coldest voice possible. “I couldn’t have planned this better if I tried.”My gaze shifts to Julius, who’s still by the door. He doesn’t join us out here; he just stays put. His eyes are on me and in them, I see the truth that he can’t conceal behind a smile the way he usually does. My interference—my very presence here—is inc
When Evan returns to the car, I ignore the look he gives me and just get in the car. Although he’s the last person in the world I wanted to see right now, at least he’ll be taking me away from this place. When Phillippa’s mother showed up and started practically attacking me, I didn’t know what to do. She demanded to know whether I had an affair with Evan. Of course, she called him Hector. When I said I didn’t, she hit me, and I never felt so humiliated in all my life. To make matters worse, she struck me so hard that I lost my balance and fell. That was when Evan showed up. Evan is furious. I can feel his anger emanating off him. He dumps my bag onto my lap and then starts the car. We’re not even out of the gate before he says, “You’ll leave tonight and I’ll deal with Julius accordingly. Are we understood?”A scoff leaves my lips. Does he really expect me to dump my future in his hands? I will never trust him to take care of this situation better than me. He doesn’t care enough;
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