Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake : Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

Chapter 221Evelyn’s POVThe air in the concrete room died the exact second Leo’s heavy iron keys hit the floor. The metallic crash echoed off the damp cinder blocks, a harsh, vibrating sound that seemed to shatter the final remnants of my disguise. He stood there, his chest heaving under his loose linen shirt, his eyes wide and wild as he stared at my face. The masculine contouring foundation was gone, washed down the drain in a murky beige stream. My jawline was soft and flushed from the scalding water, and my long, dark hair hung in heavy, soaking wet strands over my bare, pale shoulders. The rough white hotel towel wrapped tightly around my frame made the truth undeniable. “Wait... you’re a... I know you!” Leo’s voice tore from his chest in a guttural, shattered roar that shook the very foundation of the small room. He took a massive, violent step forward, his fingers twitching toward his inner pocket. “You’re that woman that owned the club! The woman that slapped me! You! What

Chapter 223Evelyn’s POVThe suffocating vacuum of the servant's quarters felt tighter than the medical binding tape around my ribs. Yamelyan stood in the doorway, his ruthless, deadened eyes pinning Leo and me to the damp concrete wall like biological specimens. The silence was absolute, save for the rhythmic, distant hum of the industrial kitchens and the sharp, rapid breathing of Maeve, who was still cradling her wrist where Leo had gripped it.“I asked you something, Leo,” Yamelyan demanded, his voice a low, terrifyingly calm rumble that cut through the basement chill. He took a single, slow step into the room, his black leather shoes avoiding the puddle near the fiberglass shower. “Are you dumb now?”Leo’s eyes widened a fraction. I caught the microscopic tremor in his jaw, the sudden, icy realization of his mistake. He winced, his mind frantically trying to recalculate the algorithm of our survival after letting that single, fatal pronoun slip past his teeth.If I didn't act wit

Chapter 225Evelyn’s POV“Sit down, Leonardo,” I said, my voice dropping an octave as the low hum of the cabin engines vibrated through the floorboards. “You’re going to pace a hole straight through the custom mahogany carpeting before we even clear the continental shelf.”“Sit down?” Leo snapped, his head whipping toward me as he spun on his heel in the narrow aisle of the mid-size private jet. His silver-gray eyes were bloodshot, the cold ambient lighting of the cabin making his pale skin look entirely translucent. “You’re telling me to sit down? Jasper’s commercial ticketing networks failed completely. The local airport terminals are completely flagged by Yamelyan’s corporate border filters. We had to use an un-trackable, unregistered ghost flight just to get off the tarmac, and you want me to sit down and enjoy the complimentary peanuts?”“I didn't say enjoy anything,” I replied smoothly, keeping my hands folded calmly in my lap, though beneath my coat, my fingers were tightly gri

Chapter 227Evelyn’s POV“The air pressure is dropping,” Leo whispered, his voice a tight, mechanical raspy line as the wheels of the heavy Sterling transport jet slammed onto the icy tarmac of the private airstrip outside St. Petersburg. “Ground temperature is negative four degrees. Mom, the satellite arrays are showing completely dead sectors across the entire northern perimeter of the Radov estate. No administrative check-ins. No local transport logs. Nothing.”“That is because Silas kept his word,” I said, checking the tactical slide of the small, suppressed firearm tucked beneath my scuffed municipal driver’s coat. I didn't change out of the uniform. It was my armor now. “The global liquidity lines were cut three hours ago over the Atlantic. Every single black-market transit loop bearing the Sterling clearance signature has been systematically locked down. Yamelyan is entirely bled dry. His assets are frozen, his international market algorithms are completely useless, and his boa

Chapter 229Evelyn’s POV“Get the medical team! Push the secondary epinephrine directly into the core line!” I screamed, my fingers tearing fruitlessly at the blood-soaked linen of Leo’s shirt, the absolute panic in my chest completely overriding the aristocratic composure I had spent decades cultivating. “Julian! Where are the parameters for the surgical transit?! Why isn't the auxiliary power grid responding to my communication deck?!”“The local relays are completely fried, Evelyn!” Julian shouted back from the shattered threshold of the western terrace, his voice cracking beneath the weight of the chaotic perimeter. “Marcus is trying to force an administrative bypass through the lower transport block, but the snow is shifting the baseline coordinates! We can’t get a clear transponder signal!”“He’s slipping, Mom! His fingers... they aren't gripping back anymore!” Luna wailed, her entire frame convulsing as she pressed her face into the hollow of Leo’s pale, translucent neck, her h