LOGINPOV: Evelyn Reeve
The air in the Meridian Miami lobby turned leaden in a heartbeat.
My knees buckled. I could feel Maya, Stella, and Celine closing ranks around me, their hands steadying my shoulders as the world tilted. I was a Finance Analyst, a woman who dealt in hard numbers and cold logic, yet here I was, disintegrating into a pile of nerves on the marble floor.
Archer was a blur of frantic motion and the sour stench of expensive bourbon. He lunged, his
Jovan was sprawled on the plush rug, his head resting in Odette’s lap. The high-powered executive, the man who commanded boardrooms in Miami, looked like a pampered toddler. Odette was absentmindedly running her fingers through his dark hair, occasionally fussing over a stray lock or checking his forehead as she scolded him gently."You really need to get more sleep, Jovan. These dark circles aren't going away on their own," Odette murmured."Mom… stop. It’s just the lighting," Jovan groaned, though he didn't move an inch from her lap.Sasha, sitting on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, immediately pointed at him the moment she saw me."Look at him, Evie. Total mama's boy, right? Don't let the tailored suits and the 'stoic leader' act fool you. He’s basically a golden retriever."I let out a genuine laugh, sitting on the sofa next to Odette. Jovan, finally realizing I was there, scrambled to sit up. He smoothed his messy hair, his face turning a dis
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe rich, savory scent of rosemary-crusted lamb and a vintage Cabernet filled the Bradford dining room. The massive mahogany table, which usually looked far too formal for a Tuesday, was now crowded with platinum-rimmed plates and the remains of a feast Sasha had insisted on ordering from a Michelin-starred bistro nearby.The clink of silver against china was the only thing punctuating Sasha’s animated chatter."Eat up, Evelyn. You’re barely touching your sea bass," Odette said, reaching over to slide another portion of grilled asparagus onto my plate. "You look far too thin. New York stress is a thief, honey. We need to get some color back in those cheeks."I offered a small, shy smile. My stomach was already tight—not from hunger, but from the sheer weight of the warmth in this room."I’m trying, Odette. Everything is delicious, really.""You’ll need to get used to heavier meals," Odette continued breezily, pouring me mor
I was reeling. "I’m sorry for the surprise, Mrs. Bradford…""Where is he?! Where is that brat?! Did he really let you come here alone in an Uber?!" Odette pulled back, looking left and right with a fierce expression, ready to scold someone.Right then, Jovan jumped out from behind the pillar, his arms spread wide."SURPRISE, MOM!"Odette turned, her expression going deadpan for exactly one second."Oh, you’re here too," she said dismissively, before immediately turning back to me with a beaming smile. "Come inside, Evelyn honey. Don't stand out here in the wind. Treat this like your own home."Jovan froze, his arms still hanging in the air, completely ignored."Mom? No hug? Your favorite son is home?" he protested."Grab the bags and get inside! I’ll hug you once you’ve showered—you smell like JFK airport!" Odette called out over her shoulder as she ushered me into the foyer, leaving Jovan pouting on the porch.I looked
POV: EvelynThe Uber ride from the airport had taken nearly ninety minutes. Manhattan rush hour was a beast that didn’t care about my schedule or my fraying nerves.As the car finally turned into a quiet, tree-lined street on the Upper East Side, the late afternoon sun began to dip, casting a long, amber glow over the limestone townhouses.I sat up straighter, my chest tightening as I looked out the window.This wasn't just a neighborhood. It was a fortress of old money.The buildings here were imposing—ornate stonework, private security guards standing like statues near polished brass doors, and rows of sleek black SUVs idling at the curbs.I knew Jovan came from money, but seeing the physical reality of his world felt like a cold weight in my stomach."Jovan… is this where you grew up?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Born and raised," he answered casually, checking his watch. He didn't seem to notice the way my fingers
The silence in the car on the way to Miami International was heavy. I sat stiffly, watching the Florida palms blur past, but my mind was already three hours ahead, landing in a city that felt like a ghost story.My hands, resting on my lap, were cold and slick with sweat.Jovan noticed. He reached over, sliding his hand into mine and squeezing gently."Your hands are like ice," he murmured. "Still nervous?"I looked at him, searching his calm, olive-toned face. I took a long, jagged breath."Honestly? Yeah. It’s not just your parents, Jovan. It’s… New York."I swallowed hard, my voice betraying me with a slight quiver."The last time I was there, I was running away. I left with my life in pieces. That city is full of shadows for me. I’m terrified that the moment I step off that plane, all those old memories—Archer, the betrayal—they’re just going to swallow me whole again."Jovan nodded slowly. He lifted my hand to his lips, pr
POV: Evelyn ReeveA month has passed, and the rhythm at Meridian Miami has finally shifted into something resembling peace. The dust from the scandal—the whispers, the sidelong glances in the breakroom—has finally settled. It’s been replaced by the hum of productivity and the kind of genuine warmth I never thought I’d find in a corporate office again.I stood at my desk, sliding a few personal items into my handbag. I’d already logged off, my files neatly organized for Maya to take over while I was gone."Are you sure a week is enough?" Maya asked, swiveling her chair toward me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Who knows? Maybe you’ll get used to the city again and turn this into a permanent 'wedding leave.'"I let out a soft laugh, though my heart gave a sharp, nervous thud.The plan to move to London was still a secret—a heavy, golden weight shared only between me, Jovan, and Damian Vale. To Maya and Stella, we were just taking a standard we
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe roar of the Miami rain against the metal awning was deafening. It wasn't just a drizzle; it was a tropical deluge, the kind that turned the neon lights of South Beach into blurred streaks of neon pink and electric blue.The wind kicked up, spraying a cold mist
Sienna scoffed, the sound dripping with contempt at my silence. She didn't care that I was drowning; she just cared that I wasn't being a "useful" partner. She wasn't Evelyn. Evelyn would have asked what was wrong. Evelyn would have stayed.Sienna marched toward the bathroom, her heels cli
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe Florida sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Meridian Miami building, cutting sharp, geometric shapes across my desk. It had been two days since that lunch in South Beach, but the hum of the office felt different today—heavier, faster.I sta
The engine roared, tires screaming as I swerved across two lanes and slammed on the brakes right in front of her.Sienna jumped back, her face draining of color the moment she recognized the car. The door flew open, and I stepped out, my breath coming in jagged, uneven stabs."Arche







