MasukThe Hayes family mansion felt like a tomb as Evelyn pushed through the heavy front doors. Her stepmother's shrill voice called from the living room
"Evelyn? Is that you? What are you doing here?”
Evelyn didn't even slow down or glance her way. Her target was her father's study.
She climbed the marble staircase, her heels clicking against each step like a countdown. When she reached the heavy wooden door, she didn't bother knocking. She shoved it open so hard it hit the wall.
Her father, Richard Hayes, looked up from his computer with irritation. "Evelyn? What's the meaning of this?"
"I'm calling off the engagement." Her voice came out steady, and controlled. "I won't marry Nathan."
Richard's face darkened. "Excuse me? What is this nonsense you're spilling about?"
"I found him with Maya. In his bed. She's pregnant with his child."
She waited for shock. For anger on her behalf. For some sign that her father cared about her pain.
Instead, Richard leaned back in his chair and sighed like she'd just told him about bad weather.
"And?"
The single word hit her like a slap. "And? Dad, he cheated on me. With your stepdaughter. She's carrying his baby."
"Do you have proof?"
"I saw them together! I heard them talking about it!"
Richard stood up, straightening his tie. "Evelyn, you're being emotional. The merger with Sinclair Industries is worth hundreds of million dollars. I'm not throwing that away because you think you heard something."
"Think I heard?" Her voice cracked. "Dad, she's three months pregnant. Three months! While I was planning our wedding, he was sleeping with my stepsister!"
"Even if that's true," Richard said coldly, "it doesn't change anything. The contracts are already drawn up. The board is expecting this business merger together."
Evelyn stared at him. This man who was supposed to protect her. Who was supposed to love her more than anyone else in the world.
"You don't care," she whispered. "You don't care what he did to me."
"I care about this family's future. And that future depends on this marriage happening."
"What if I refuse?"
Richard's smile was cruel. "Then you'll be cut off from this family. No trust fund, no inheritance, no place in this family. You'll have nothing."
The threat hung in the air between them. Evelyn felt something break inside her chest, not her heart this time, but something deeper. The last bit of hope she'd carried that her father might choose her over money.
"You're not my daughter when you act like this," Richard continued. "You're being selfish and childish. Maya is pregnant, yes, but these things can be managed quietly. Nathan will marry you as planned."
"Managed quietly?" Evelyn's voice rose. "You want me to marry him knowing he loves someone else? Knowing he got my stepsister pregnant?"
"I want you to do your duty to this family."
The words were like ice cold water in her veins. Duty?. That's all she'd ever been to him.
"No." The word came out stronger than she felt.
Richard's hand moved so fast she didn't see it coming. The slap sent her stumbling backward, her cheek exploding with pain.
"You will do as you're told," he said quietly.
Evelyn touched her burning cheek, tasting blood where she'd bitten her tongue. She looked at her father, she really looked at him well,
and saw a stranger.
"I hate you," she whispered.
She turned and walked out, her legs shaking but her spine straight. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, the front door opened.
Maya walked in, practically glowing with satisfaction. When she saw Evelyn's red, swollen cheek, her smile widened.
"Daddy didn't take the news well?" Maya asked sweetly.
Evelyn stopped walking. "Stay away from me."
"Oh, I don't think so." Maya stepped closer, lowering her voice. "You see, I've been planning this for years. Taking Nathan was just the beginning."
"Planning what?"
"Taking everything from you." Maya's hand rested on her small bump, still flat and barely showing. "Your fiancé, your father's love, your place in this family. Soon you'll have nothing left."
Evelyn's hand clenched into a fist. "You think you've won?"
"I know I have. Nathan chose me. Your father chose me. Even your own mother would have chosen me if she'd lived to see what a disappointment you turned out to be."
The mention of her mother was too much. Evelyn's fist connected with Maya's nose before she could think twice.
Maya screamed, stumbling backward as blood poured between her fingers. "You psycho! I'm pregnant!"
"You should have thought of that before you opened your mouth."
Car doors slammed outside. Nathan burst through the front door, his eyes wild with panic. When he saw Maya bleeding, his face went white.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted at Evelyn. "She's carrying my baby!"
Evelyn looked at him, this man she'd loved for three years, this man she'd planned to spend her life with—and felt absolutely nothing.
"Your baby," she repeated. "Not mine. So not my problem."
"Evelyn, we need to talk—"
"No, we don't." She walked toward the door, then stopped. "By the way, Nathan? The merger you're so worried about? It's off. My father can threaten me all he wants, but he can't make me sign the marriage papers. Good luck explaining that to your grandfather."
She continued walking away, then stopped for a while, turning around slightly over her shoulder to gaze at them. “And Nathan, Just wait. I promise you, I will destroy everything in your life.”
With those final words, she walked away.
Nathan stood frozen for a moment, watching her go. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He had never seen that look in Evelyn's eyes before. It wasn't the hurt of a betrayed woman; it was the cold promise of a storm. But he quickly brushed it off. ‘She's just upset,’ he told himself. ‘What can she possibly do?’
"Nathan, my nose!" Maya's whimper broke his thoughts. He looked down to see blood still trickling through her fingers.
"Right, sorry, baby," he said, helping her to her feet. He led her, sobbing, into the house.
The moment they stepped inside, a shrill voice cried out in alarm."My baby! What happened to you?"
Claire, Maya's mother, rushed over with concern. She was a beautiful woman in her forties, but her eyes held a calculating intelligence that made her dangerous.
"It was that psychotic bitch, Evelyn!" Maya cried, leaning into her mother's embrace.
Claire gasped dramatically, guiding Maya to the sofa. "Someone bring the first aid kit immediately!" She ordered the household staff.
As Claire gently cleaned the blood from Maya's face, she looked between Nathan and her daughter with sharp, assessing eyes. "Now, tell me everything. What exactly did Evelyn do? And why?"
Nathan ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely stressed for the first time. "Mrs. Hayes, I've... I've made a serious mistake. Evelyn found out about Maya and me."
Claire placed a perfectly manicured hand over her heart, acting shocked. "What? You and Maya? Oh, my... Nathan, I had no idea this was going on!"
"It's true, Mom," Maya sniffled prettily. "We're in love. He was only with Evelyn because of the family engagement arrangement."
"I see," Claire said, sighing deeply as if burdened by this terrible news. She patted Nathan's arm. "I understand, dear. These things happen sometimes. But for Evelyn to attack a pregnant woman... she's clearly become unstable."
"Exactly!" Nathan agreed, feeling validated. "I've never seen her like this before."
"But what are we going to do?" Maya asked, her voice trembling with perfectly calculated fear. "Evelyn will tell everyone about us. Your grandfather will be furious, Nathan. He might even cut you off!"
A slow, cunning smile spread across Claire's face. "Then we must make sure she can't be believed. In fact, we must make sure she's the one who looks guilty."
Nathan and Maya leaned in, intrigued by what she was about to say
She continued . "What if we catch Evelyn in a compromising position? We create evidence, photographs, or recordings, that show she's the one being unfaithful. We can use it to call off the engagement ourselves, before she can open her mouth to spread her lies."
Nathan's eyes lit up with understanding. "Make her look like the cheater..."
Rhys’s jaw tightened until the muscles in his face began to ache.Despite the bruises scattered across his body, he forced himself upright and looked Theon straight in the eye. The swelling around one side of his face had already darkened into an ugly bruise, making him appear far more miserable than he had a few hours ago.“You know…” His voice was hoarse. “I can have you arrested for assault.”Theon didn’t even blink. The corner of his lips lifted into a faint smile. “Can you?”He walked closer without the slightest hint of hesitation, stopping only an arm’s length away. “Where’s your proof?”Rhys remained silent.Theon reached out and dusted an imaginary speck of dirt from Rhys’s already wrinkled shirt before patting his shoulder.“You of all people should know how important evidence is.” His smile widened. “You’re a lawyer, Rhys. You can’t accuse someone based on suspicion or because we happened to have an unpleasant conversation.”The room fell silent.Rhys stared at him for seve
The underground parking garage was almost silent except for the distant hum of ventilation fans and the occasional drip of melting snow from the ceiling.A sleek black car sat tucked inside one of the darker corners, its engine long since turned off.Inside, a man rested both hands on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the private elevator leading to the penthouse above.He glanced at his watch. “You’re late,” he whispered.Outside, snow continued to fall, coating the city in white. Every now and then another vehicle entered the garage, but none belonged to the person he was waiting for.Finally, bright headlights swept across the concrete walls.The familiar silver sedan rolled into its reserved parking space before coming to a smooth stop.The man inside the black car straightened. His gloved fingers reached for the black mask resting on the passenger seat.Within seconds, it concealed the lower half of his face. A dark cap followed, pulled low enough to shadow his eyes and hair.
The cold wind greeted Lena the moment she stepped out of the taxi.She pulled her coat tighter around herself and stood quietly before the modest two-storey house.Snow drifted down from the gray morning sky, settling over the roof, the driveway, and the bare branches lining the fence.A cloud of white mist escaped her lips as she let out a slow breath. For a long moment, she simply stood there.Then she walked to the front door and entered the passcode.The lock clicked. She pushed the door open.“Dad… I’m home.” Her voice echoed through the quiet house.No answer came.She slipped off her boots, brushed the snow from her coat, and hung it neatly on the rack before walking farther inside.The television was still on. Morning news played quietly across the empty living room.“Dad?”Still nothing. A faint crease formed between her brows.She made her way down the hallway and stopped outside William’s bedroom.‘Maybe he had gone back to sleep.’She knocked before pushing the door open.
The next morning, Lena woke to the sound of her phone going off.Ding. Ding. Ding.She groaned and dragged the blanket over her head.Ding. Ding. Ding.The phone vibrated across the nightstand, inching closer and closer to the edge.Then it started ringing.Lena reached out from beneath the blanket, fumbling until her fingers found it. Without even looking at the screen, she answered the call.“Hello…”“YOU STINKING BRAT!”Her father’s voice exploded through the speaker.Lena flinched so hard the phone slipped from her hand and landed on the bed.“All this has been going on, and you couldn’t even tell your own father?!”She hurriedly picked up the phone, her heart pounding against her chest.“Are you trying to send me to an early grave?”“Dad—”“Come home this instant! Are you even there? Hello? Hello!”Lena ended the call.She stared blankly at the screen, her hand trembling.“…What’s gotten into him?”She rubbed her forehead as a dull ache settled behind her eyes.‘Wasn’t he the one
Lena turned to stare at him, breathing a sigh of relief."Thank you."Theon kept silent. The muscle in his jaw kept ticking. She could see him trying to control his emotions, his hands still gripping the steering wheel like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless.So she let him be."Erhm… you can just drop me at my old house. I don't want to go back to—""Are you avoiding your father?"Theon cut her off. His voice was flat, but she could hear the edge underneath.Lena didn't answer."Does your father know about this whole thing?" he pressed.She looked down at her hands."I think we should pull over first." Lena forced a small smile. "I can't risk another unexpected brake, please."Theon didn't laugh. But he eased his grip on the wheel.The rest of the drive was unbearably silent. The only sound was the hum of the heater and the soft crunch of snow beneath the tires. Theon reached over and turned on the radio."—breaking news. Health officials are urging the public
The line went completely silent on the other end.Then Theon's voice came through, cautious and measured. "Roman, calm down. It might just be stimulation from the drugs. They can create illusions like that once in a while."Roman's breathing was still uneven. He pressed his palm against his forehead."I'm sure you're perfectly fine," Theon continued. "Have you noticed anything else? Any other odd symptoms?"Roman thought for a moment. His hand was still trembling slightly. "No. Just the... the fragments. Voices. Some images I can't place.""That's normal for the medication you're on. The chemicals in your system sometimes react unpredictably. But it doesn't mean anything is wrong."Roman closed his eyes. He forced himself to take a slow breath. "What about Evelyn?"Theon went quiet for a moment. "Her emotions could be stimulated by postpartum hormones. It's common. She might feel down, agitated, stressed out, or anxious. Her body is adjusting after childbirth."Roman's jaw tightened.
Roman kept his promise.Later that afternoon, once she could walk without glaring at him every few steps, he took her out.Not just anywhere.Everywhere.He showed her Italy the way only Roman could — unhurried and intentional. Cliffside restaurants overlooking endless blue. Quiet cobblestone stree
Roman leaned closer, just enough for her to feel his presence. “Wear it for me,” he murmured. “Please.”That was unfair.She had just promised herself she’d stop hiding. Stop shrinking. Stop letting shyness win.Evelyn bit her lip, her resolve trembling—but holding.“There’s a private cove just bel
Evelyn sat on the edge of the wooden dock, her legs dangling just above the glassy surface of the lake. Her camera hung from her neck, resting against her chest, her hat shielding her eyes from the gentle afternoon sun. The conversation with Lena replayed in her mindAfter the abrupt end to their fi
Roman only finally let Evelyn go after she agreed to pack his underwear for the trip.And worse—he stood there and watched her do it.By the time she was done, Evelyn was certain her skin would start bleeding from how hard her cheeks had been burning all day. Roman hadn’t stopped teasing her, his e







