All Chapters of Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Evelyn POVThe words washed over me, melting my heart for a second, and it was not because they were true, but because of how desperately he believed them. Damien genuinely thought Victoria was a good person who'd made mistakes. He genuinely believed that the woman who'd orchestrated my kidnapping, who'd embezzled millions from my father's company, who'd used Bennett Holdings as a front for drug distribution, was simply a flawed mother who deserved mercy.That was the tragedy of Damien Bennett. Not that he was evil. He wasn't. He was something almost worse. He was wilfully blind, so thoroughly shaped by Victoria's manipulation that he couldn't see her clearly even when the evidence was stacked to the ceiling."Come inside," I said.He blinked, surprised. "Really?""I'm not having this conversation on my front kerb."I unlocked the gate and walked up the short path to my front door, Damien trailing behind me like a reluctant dog being led to the vet. The townhouse was dark inside. I fli

Evelyn POVI was so tired.Not just physically, though every muscle in my body ached with dull, persistent pain of sustained stress. My soul was tired from fighting on every front simultaneously and never having a moment where someone wasn't asking me to be strong, to make a decision, to carry something, to fix something, to forgive something.I wanted to call someone. The impulse rose in me like a reflex, and I reached for my phone before I'd even decided who I wanted to hear.Gabriel, who would tell me I was right and offer to handle Damien in ways I didn't want to think about.Vincent, who would listen without judging, make me tea, and not say anything until I was ready to talk.Adrian, who would have already known about Damien's visit and would have something strategic and infuriatingly useful to say about it.Three numbers. Three men. Three different versions of comfort, each one tangled up in complications I didn't have the energy to navigate tonight.I put the phone down.Inste

Vincent POVTwenty-four hours earlier...The whiskey was doing its job, though it was not fast enough.Each sip filed down the sharp edges of the afternoon until Evelyn's flushed face and Adrian's creased collar and the way she hadn't been able to meet my eyes softened into something blurry and manageable. Something I could hold at arm's length instead of right against my chest, where it had been sitting like a hot coal since I'd walked out of her office four hours ago.The Velvet Room was the club that didn't exist on any map. There was no sign outside. It didn't have an online listing. Just a matte black door on a side street in the Redbank district with a bouncer who didn't ask your name because if you'd found the door, you'd already been approved.Inside, it was all low light and dark leather, the bass from the sound system vibrating through the floor at a frequency you felt in your teeth. The air smelled like expensive perfume and cigar smoke and the particular brand of recklessn

Vincent POVThree streets. Gabriel Ross was living three streets from Evelyn, and she had no idea. The thought sent something cold through my whiskey-fogged brain."Whitmore has been making his own moves," Theo continued. "Quiet ones. The resignation from Bennett Holdings was strategic, not altruistic. He's repositioning himself. Shedding the corporate entanglement so he can operate with fewer constraints. And the evidence he handed her regarding Clarke..." Theo's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "That wasn't a gift. That was a chess move. He's dismantling Clarke's position piece by piece, and he's using the Bennett woman's anger to do it. Whether he realises that's what he's doing or genuinely believes he's acting out of conscience is, frankly, irrelevant. The outcome is the same."Each word was a scalpel, cutting through layers of narrative I'd been living inside for months, exposing the machinery underneath. Gabriel. Adrian. Evelyn. All of them are moving, reac

Evelyn POVThe large conference room had a different energy today.Usually, it was a space for quarterly reviews and strategy sessions, for meetings where people brought laptops and lattes and spent the first ten minutes making small talk about their weekends. Today, the air felt different. Charged. Like the room itself knew something was about to happen.Grace had done her job perfectly. All six of them were seated around the table when I walked in at ten o'clock exactly.Gregory Hart sat at the near end, his wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, his thinning brown hair combed neatly to one side. He had a leather portfolio open in front of him, as if he'd come prepared for a normal meeting. Linda was beside him, scrolling through her phone. Derek Simmons was reviewing something on his tablet. Priya Menon sat with her hands folded, her expression pleasant and vacant. Raymond Voss was typing on his laptop. Janet Cross was applying lip balm and looking bored.Six people. Six parasite