Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything.

Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. 

Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth.

Now he wants her and his son.

But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her?

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"B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling.

Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night. 

Of course, he remembered the party. 

He remembered the whiskey. 

But the woman? 

Nope. His brain served up a blank slate.

"Who was she?"

Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters."

"Cough! Cough!"

Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed. 

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Curiosity won, as always. 

Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button.

The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number.

“What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?”

Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet.

Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. 

Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside.

She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing.

Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly.

“Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”

Stella's voice trembled as she finally spat out the words she had been struggling to say. "Sis… that bitch Lana. She sent a thug to capture me."


Evelyn's chopsticks clattered against the table with a sharp smack. 


"WHAT THE HELL?!" Evelyn's voice shot up so high the decorative koi in the pond probably flinched. "Capture you? As in kidnap? As in drag you into a van and sell your kidney kind of capture?"


"Yes! Yes! That exact kind! But someone saved me."


Evelyn leaned forward, eyes wide. "Who?!"


Stella's cheeks warmed into a rosy shade. "Dylan."


Evelyn was surprised to hear that. "D-Dylan? Dylan... My husband's assistant? That Dylan?"


Stella nodded again. Her ears were pink now. "Yes, that Dylan…"


"Wait." Evelyn took her ocha* glass and drank it before saying, "Start from the beginning. Why were you about to get kidnapped? When did this happen? And how did Dylan suddenly appear like some action hero?"


Chapter 243 - Don't Worry, I Won't Kill Her!