LOGINEvelyn Rowe never thought she could survive Victor Blackthorn nor his fists, especially since her unborn baby didn’t. But what she didn’t expect was to be saved by Dominic Russo, after being publicly blamed for her miscarriage and humiliated in front of the world. Finally finding the strength to divorce Victor, and the path to become the independent woman she always wanted to be, Evelyn becomes unstoppable. What no one expects is for three dangerous men to claim her: the heir apparent to the British throne, the billionaire who rules the corporate world, and a mafia lord who bows to no one. They were enemies at first, but for her, they became lovers. And when her ex-husband finally realizes what he destroyed, she already belongs to kings who would do everything in their power to keep her.
View MoreEvelyn Rowe.
“Can I?” Victor asked me with pleading eyes, from his position on the bed. He was kneeling right between my slick thighs which were being held in his hands.
“Evey…” he moaned out when my legs trembled in his hold.
I nodded vigorously to answer the question he had asked, and his head immediately dipped as he licked the juices from my pussy.
I reacted spontaneously, thrashing around as my hand went to his head. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pull him off or keep him there, because as much as I was enjoying it, I was also really sensitive.
“Victor…” I managed to say, panting heavily, “I need you inside me now.”
His reaction, however, wasn’t what I expected. Because his face suddenly turned cruel as he laughed out loud.
My heart started to beat really fast, and that was when I woke up to find Victor standing at the foot of my bed, laughing mockingly at me.
Oh my gosh, how long had he been standing there?
I was soaked in sweat and I tried to get up from the bed, but a sharp stabbing pain in my belly stopped me, reminding me that I had a miscarriage that morning.
“Were you just having a sex dream about me?” Victor asked once he stopped laughing. If I thought the laughter had hurt me before, the disgust in his voice right now was like a knife plunged in my heart.
I swallowed my tears because if there was one thing that Victor hated, it was seeing my tears. According to him, they made him feel like he was treating me badly.
‘As if he’s not,’ I scoffed internally.
“Did you hear me, wench?” He yelled at me, making me jerk out of my thoughts.
“I.. I’m sorry. It was just a bad dream,” I replied, hoping he would drop it.
My body couldn’t take another beating. I was still dealing with the pain of this morning's beating that led to the loss of my baby.
“Hurry and dress up. Make sure you use something to cover all that…” he motioned to my bruised eyes.
I swallowed.
Yet another banquet where I’ll be forced to be the happy wife of Victor Blackthorn while he fraternizes with his countless mistresses. What a nightmare.
He walked off without another word, and I was actually relieved. I managed to get myself out of the bed and went to take a shower.
My whole body was sore and really painful, but I pushed through it.
When I was done, I sat with my makeup collection, trying to find a way to cover the bruise on my eye. It would really be weird if I wore sunglasses to the banquet.
However, while I was trying to fit into my dress in a way that wouldn’t irritate the bruises on my stomach, my door suddenly burst wide open and a very angry Victor entered.
“What are you still doing in here? How long does it take for you to fucking get ready?” He yelled.
“Sorry,” I whimpered, hurriedly getting the dress on. I was shocked he was actually waiting for me.
Normally, he leaves earlier so he can have the time to fuck one of his mistresses before the party, and I take another car to the event. After all, I’m only there for appearances.
The only time we had gone to a banquet together was after we got married, and he spent the night showing me off. I considered myself lucky then, only to discover that everything was a facade.
So why was he waiting for me today?
Grabbing my purse, I hurried after him with hope springing in my chest. Maybe things were getting better, after all.
But I had forgotten that hope is a dangerous thing that kills.
***
The Blackthorn Annual Banquet was going great. For the first time in months, I was the lady in Victor Blackthorn’s arms and he treated me with such respect that I had begun to forget the atrocities he had committed.
It was finally time for his speech as the CEO and as soon as his name was called, he turned to me and whispered softly, “Join me on stage?”
I was taken aback by the softness in his voice, but I didn’t think too much into it. Maybe he felt bad about the loss of our baby and wanted to make it up to me.
I beamed and took his hand as I climbed onto the stage with him.
“I want to start by thanking you all for being here to celebrate our annual banquet,” Victor started.
I stood awkwardly by the side, not knowing what to do with my hands so I put them behind me as I listened to him speak.
I was already beginning to imagine how good things were finally going to be between Victor and me, so I barely registered his words until he said my name.
“Most of you know my wife, Evelyn Blackthorn…” he paused and motioned to me with his hands. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled and waved my hands.
“Honestly speaking, she has been a great source of misery in my life lately,” he continued and my smile dropped, alongside my hands.
What? I thought. This can’t be happening to me.
“We announced her pregnancy to the media a while ago, which is why I find it appropriate to inform you all that she’s no longer pregnant.”
I swallowed hard, wishing this nightmare would end. This was a new level of low.
“She miscarried this morning, and I’m pissed. This might sound outrageous but she’s of no use to me if she can’t even give birth to an heir. She just sits at home all day doing nothing, except spending my money,” he stated.
The audience laughed and some even shouted “gold digger.”
I turned to leave the stage but Victor’s bodyguard held me in place. That’s when it dawned on me that this was pre-planned.
My belly suddenly felt like it was tearing to pieces, and tears streamed down my face in public for the first time in my life; as I looked at my devilish husband who continued his speech nonchalantly.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not divorcing her. She might still be useful…” a few scattered laughs followed that statement. “I mean, some people might want my leftovers. After all, she’s not that bad looking, ri—?”
“That’s enough,” a deep voice came from behind as the door slammed open, and that was the last thing I heard before blackness took over.
Dominic.The amber liquid swirled against the crystal glass, catching the low, bloody glow of the neon light overhead. It was three in the morning. Deranged Desires had been closed for hours, the thumping bass and the flashing strobes replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that always seemed to creep into the lounge when the crowds went home.I sat in the deep leather booth of the private VIP room, my tie loosened, the top two buttons of my shirt undone. I stared blankly at the dark mahogany table.It had been a full, agonizing month since the world shattered at Memorial Sloan Kettering. No matter how much top-shelf bourbon I poured down my throat, the burn couldn't scald away the static in my head. I didn't want to think about it. I had forbidden my men from uttering her name in my presence, tearing up every useless surveillance report Marco brought to my desk. If she wanted to be a ghost, let her haunt the dark.But the silence didn't cure the rot. I was wallowing, sinking into
Evelyn.The bell above the heavy oak door chimed, a bright, cheerful sound that always seemed out of place with the quiet static in my head.I smoothed down the front of the knit cardigan I was wearing, stepping out from behind the counter of The Thread & Needle. It was a small, dusty clothing boutique on Oakhaven’s main street, filled with the scent of cedar wood, linen spray, and aged wool. The owner, an elderly woman named Martha who walked with a heavy silver cane, had taken me on two weeks ago without asking a single question about why an overqualified girl was looking for part-time retail work."Good afternoon," I forced a polite, practiced smile onto my face as a tall man in a flannel shirt and heavy work boots stepped inside. "Let me know if you’re looking for anything specific.""Actually, I think I am," the man replied, dropping his keys onto the counter with a heavy clatter. He had a rugged, friendly face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gave me a slow, appreciati
Liam.The swelling in my left eye had finally gone down, leaving behind a deep, ugly shade of yellowish-purple that even the most expensive designer sunglasses couldn’t hide. But the physical wreckage was nothing compared to the absolute silence that had settled over my life.I sat at my desk at the Kingsley Corps headquarters, staring blankly at a spreadsheet of quarterly projections. The numbers blurred together. For the past four days, my phone has been completely useless. Every time I looked at it, I was reminded of that cold, mechanical recording: The number you have dialed is unallocated or no longer in service.A soft knock sounded at my office door. I didn't even look up. "I said no disruptions."The door clicked open anyway, and the heavy, familiar scent of expensive French perfume flooded the room. I didn't need to lift my head to know it was Isabella.She closed the door quietly behind her, stepping into the office with soft, hesitant steps. She wore a tailored black dres
Alaric.I pressed the ice pack harder against my jaw, wincing as the cold bit into the split skin. The blood had stopped oozing, but my face felt like it had been run over.Every breath I took rattled my ribs. Dominic Russo and Liam Kingsley certainly knew how to throw a punch. But the ache in my chest was worse.All these while, I saw her as a pawn, so why did my chest ache now that she’s gone? I finally got Liam and Dominic to lose the one thing they fought over, so why do I feel depressed?I looked over at the velvet tray on the dresser. Sending that video to ruin Kingsley had backfired so perfectly it was almost comical. I wanted to break her heart so she'd turn to me, but instead, I just drove her right into the abyss.The heavy double doors of my St. Regis' penthouse burst open as three men in dark grey suits marched into the room. I looked up to see Commander Edward Harrington, my mother's personal hound."Your Royal Highness," Harrington said, standing at absolute attention. "
Evelyn.Immediately I went to my room after attending to Dominic’s wounds, I decided to take a shower because I was feeling hot. But then, a better idea came to my head: I could just masturbate. It’s been long since I did that, and honestly, I missed sex.The last time I enjoyed sex was last year,
Liam. My jaws clenched as I picked up my office phone and dialed my personal assistant. “Mr. Kingsley…” he answered right away. “Why is the video still trending? Didn’t I instruct you to make sure every single video was wiped clean?” “I’m sorry… I was trying to finish the tasks you gave me
Alaric Vale.I woke up to shouting.“Her Majesty the Queen—” The doors slammed open before the announcement could even finish.I groaned and rolled on to my side, blinking rapidly. The morning light peeking through the curtains irritated my sleeping eyes.Just when I thought my biggest trouble was
Dominic. My head throbbed as I opened my eyes and saw someone walking away from me. “Evelyn?” I called out, causing her to stop and look back at me. She blushed as our eyes met and that made me really confused. “What’s going on?” I asked, looking down at my body to make sure I still had my cl












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