Evelyn’s POVThe night crept in slowly, shrouding the Blackwood mansion in an eerie stillness. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ornate walls that now defined my new reality. The weight of the day pressed on my shoulders, but sleep felt like a distant dream.A soft knock at the door startled me. “Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.The door creaked open, revealing Joe. His composed demeanor seemed unshaken, as always. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he began, but quickly corrected himself, “I mean, Evelyn. Mr. Adrian has requested your presence in his study.”My heart sank. What could he possibly want now? The idea of facing him alone was unnerving. “At this hour? Can it wait till morning?” I asked, trying to mask the trepidation in my tone.Joe’s expression softened. “I’m afraid it’s urgent, ma’am. He insists.”Sighing, I stood and smoothed out my dress. “Lead the way.”Joe nodded and guided me through the long corridors of the mansion. The grandeur of the house was almost
Evelyn’s PovThe laughter of Manhattan’s elite echoed through the gilded ballroom, a cascade of crystal chandeliers casting a glow so blinding it almost felt artificial. I stood near the edge of the room, clutching a glass of champagne I had no intention of drinking. Around me, women in designer gowns and men in tailored suits moved seamlessly through a world I barely understood.This wasn’t my world. It never had been.“Smile, Evelyn,” my father hissed under his breath, his hand pressing against the small of my back. “You look like you don’t belong here.”His words stung, but I obeyed, forcing the corners of my lips to lift into a strained smile. I didn’t belong here, and he knew it. This wasn’t just a high-society engagement party—it was an auction, and I was the prize being quietly bid on.I glanced across the room, my gaze landing on him. Adrian Blackwood. The man my father had whispered about for weeks, the man who held the fate of our family in his hands.He stood near the grand
Evelyn’s povI jolted up from my bed as my phone rang out loud, I don’t remember setting an alarm, I also don’t remember having a shift today.I picked up the phone, the caller was unknown, and with double mind I answered it “Hello?”“Good morning, is this Evelyn Carter?” The male voice boomed through the speaker.“Yes….is there a problem?” I asked, trying not to panic.“Great….you are needed at the Blackwood Industries today by noon for the signing of the contract!” The man gave clear instructions, making my heart skip a beat.“O…ka…y!” I stammered.“Good, have a good day miss!” He finally said and ended the call. I flop back to the bed, covering my face with a pillow and screaming into it.“Ahhhhhh…..”My door pushed open and my younger sister walked in with a scowl on her face.“What do you want, Lucinda?” I asked her not to be in the mood for a conversation with a spoiled princess.“I heard you are getting married today, you slut….you know that’s my dream man and I always wanted h
Evelyn’s pov"I'm afraid there's been a change of plans, Evelyn. You're not here to sign a contract... you're here to become my wife."Those few sentences made me freeze in my seat. What is going on?“What?”“You are becoming my wife this instance!” Adrian repeated himself, “This is the marriage document and the other is the contract which if you look at us signed by me. You just need to sign and we are married.”“But…but, that was not the agreement!” I said in a low tone as I stared at the two contracts.“I spoke with your dad and he was okay with the change. So when you sign, the wedding will be held this weekend.” Adrian spoke, I looked up at him with tears-filled eyes but he wasn’t moved a bit.He passed me a pen “sign!”I took the pen with shaky hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I remembered my dad’s words “DONT COME BACK WITHOUT THE CONTRACT!” I swallowed hard, and with a heavy heart, I signed the document.“Good.” He pressed the intercom and a few minutes later a man who
Evelyn’s POVThe night crept in slowly, shrouding the Blackwood mansion in an eerie stillness. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ornate walls that now defined my new reality. The weight of the day pressed on my shoulders, but sleep felt like a distant dream.A soft knock at the door startled me. “Come in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.The door creaked open, revealing Joe. His composed demeanor seemed unshaken, as always. “Mrs. Blackwood,” he began, but quickly corrected himself, “I mean, Evelyn. Mr. Adrian has requested your presence in his study.”My heart sank. What could he possibly want now? The idea of facing him alone was unnerving. “At this hour? Can it wait till morning?” I asked, trying to mask the trepidation in my tone.Joe’s expression softened. “I’m afraid it’s urgent, ma’am. He insists.”Sighing, I stood and smoothed out my dress. “Lead the way.”Joe nodded and guided me through the long corridors of the mansion. The grandeur of the house was almost
Evenly's povLucinda watched as my bag was dragged away by Adrian’s servants. She has not been happy with the arrangement and seeing that I get to command people and have power over her made her itch.“Well….well….guess who won?” I heard her say but I chose to ignore her as I kept packing. My room was almost empty, leaving just my bed and my furniture.I walked past her, as I was done with packing. I know people expect me to look back and be emotional about leaving but for a fact I feel relieved.I walked down the stairs to the living room where Mom and Dad were seated. I pulled out the contract I signed yesterday and dropped it on the table in front of Dad.“That's the contract. The main wedding is this week on Saturday and you have been specially invited by Adrian himself.” I told them the news, as my dad went through the contract, and Mum tried to calm and console Lucinda.I turned and walked away slowly, from the family that brought me nothing but pain. I entered the car and the d
Evelyn’s pov"I'm afraid there's been a change of plans, Evelyn. You're not here to sign a contract... you're here to become my wife."Those few sentences made me freeze in my seat. What is going on?“What?”“You are becoming my wife this instance!” Adrian repeated himself, “This is the marriage document and the other is the contract which if you look at us signed by me. You just need to sign and we are married.”“But…but, that was not the agreement!” I said in a low tone as I stared at the two contracts.“I spoke with your dad and he was okay with the change. So when you sign, the wedding will be held this weekend.” Adrian spoke, I looked up at him with tears-filled eyes but he wasn’t moved a bit.He passed me a pen “sign!”I took the pen with shaky hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I remembered my dad’s words “DONT COME BACK WITHOUT THE CONTRACT!” I swallowed hard, and with a heavy heart, I signed the document.“Good.” He pressed the intercom and a few minutes later a man who
Evelyn’s povI jolted up from my bed as my phone rang out loud, I don’t remember setting an alarm, I also don’t remember having a shift today.I picked up the phone, the caller was unknown, and with double mind I answered it “Hello?”“Good morning, is this Evelyn Carter?” The male voice boomed through the speaker.“Yes….is there a problem?” I asked, trying not to panic.“Great….you are needed at the Blackwood Industries today by noon for the signing of the contract!” The man gave clear instructions, making my heart skip a beat.“O…ka…y!” I stammered.“Good, have a good day miss!” He finally said and ended the call. I flop back to the bed, covering my face with a pillow and screaming into it.“Ahhhhhh…..”My door pushed open and my younger sister walked in with a scowl on her face.“What do you want, Lucinda?” I asked her not to be in the mood for a conversation with a spoiled princess.“I heard you are getting married today, you slut….you know that’s my dream man and I always wanted h
Evelyn’s PovThe laughter of Manhattan’s elite echoed through the gilded ballroom, a cascade of crystal chandeliers casting a glow so blinding it almost felt artificial. I stood near the edge of the room, clutching a glass of champagne I had no intention of drinking. Around me, women in designer gowns and men in tailored suits moved seamlessly through a world I barely understood.This wasn’t my world. It never had been.“Smile, Evelyn,” my father hissed under his breath, his hand pressing against the small of my back. “You look like you don’t belong here.”His words stung, but I obeyed, forcing the corners of my lips to lift into a strained smile. I didn’t belong here, and he knew it. This wasn’t just a high-society engagement party—it was an auction, and I was the prize being quietly bid on.I glanced across the room, my gaze landing on him. Adrian Blackwood. The man my father had whispered about for weeks, the man who held the fate of our family in his hands.He stood near the grand