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“And do you, Rylee Winters, accept Julian Salvatore to be your lawfully wedded husband?”Everyone held their breaths. Rylee’s face was covered with a veil, and Julian Salvatore—the Mafia Leader, or the Boss as he was typically referred to—stood with a very bored look on his face. He was handsome, of course, but everyone knew this marriage was a business deal. He wasn’t even looking at Rylee. What’s the point of having such a good-looking face and body when you’re such a jerk?Rylee was Evelyn's elder sister. They both shared the same green eyes and black hair, thanks to their mother who decided to run away right after Evelyn was born. That was the only thing that was similar between them.Rylee was an absolute rebel and excellent at singing. She also disliked her dark hair, so she would always dye it blonde. She was a bar singer and often kept away from home. Evelyn, on the other hand, was good at studying, so she pursued college with the little money they had, and worked as a waitress
The monitor next to her father beeped faintly as Evelyn sat on a tiny stool next to him. He was okay, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t believe what had happened twenty-four hours ago. All she knew was that her family was at risk, and she had to do something to solve this.After her father fainted, Julian was kind enough to call an ambulance for him. Evelyn hadn’t seen him or his men since then, but she was sure they weren’t done yet.As if on cue, a knock on the door startled her. She slowly walked to the door and opened it a little, enough for her to get a peek. She sighed in relief as she saw the nurse.“Is everything alright?” the nurse questioned with a quizzical brow.“Yes,” Evelyn smiled. Or at least tried to.“Great, well. This came for you,” the nurse pulled out a crisp white envelope from her pocket.“Thank you.”The nurse didn’t reply and just began to check her father’s vitals. Evelyn carefully flipped the envelope, and the seal confirmed her fears. They really were not done wit
With the first rays of dawn peeking through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow across the room, Evelyn found herself unable to sleep a wink, her mind consumed by worry and fear. Reluctantly, she forced herself out of the luxurious bed, feeling like a fish out of water in such an extravagant setting.A gentle knock on the door shattered the silence, and before she could respond, a young woman in a crisp uniform entered, carrying a tray with breakfast. She placed it on a small table by the window and offered Evelyn a polite nod.“Good morning, Miss Winters. Mr. Salvatore asked me to ensure your comfort. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”“Thank you,” Evelyn murmured, her voice barely audible.The maid departed silently, leaving Evelyn alone with her swirling thoughts once more. She approached the table and mechanically nibbled on a piece of toast, though her appetite was nonexistent. Her mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of her father and Rylee. She n
The next morning, Evelyn awoke with a sense of determination. She couldn't continue living like this, feeling trapped and powerless. She needed to find a way to escape this mansion and free herself from Julian's grip. But to do that, she needed to understand every corner of this sprawling estate."Good morning, Ava," Evelyn greeted the maid with a forced smile as she entered her room. "I was wondering if we could take another tour of the mansion today? I'd like to see more of the grounds."Ava, ever cheerful, nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, Miss Evelyn. There's still so much for you to see. Shall we start now?"Evelyn agreed, and they set off through the mansion. She kept her real intentions to herself, masking her plans with curiosity and politeness.The mansion was a labyrinth of luxury and opulence, designed to impress and intimidate. As they walked through the corridors, Ava pointed out various features and rooms."This is the main living room," Ava said, opening double doors
That night, Evelyn lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. She had spent days meticulously noting the guards' schedules and had drawn a detailed map of the mansion on a piece of paper. She had studied every possible exit and weakness in the security system. Despite Julian's warnings, she was determined to find a way out.Evelyn waited until the precise moment when the guards changed shifts, a time she had carefully observed over the past weeks. Slipping out of bed, she dressed in dark clothes to blend into the night and grabbed her map. She silently made her way through the mansion, avoiding any creaky floorboards and sticking to the shadows.She reached the vine-covered wall she had inspected earlier. Testing the strength of the vines once more, she found them capable of supporting her weight. With a deep breath, she began to climb, moving quickly but cautiously. She was almost at the top when an ear-splitting siren blared through the air, shattering the silence of the ni
Evelyn paced back and forth in her bedroom, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She glanced at the flowers in her hand, feeling foolish for thinking Julian would appreciate them. The image of the blonde woman so close to him made her stomach churn. She had to apologize for last night, regardless of how she felt now.Taking a deep breath, she resolved to face him. She couldn't let her emotions get the better of her. She headed to Julian's study once more, hoping the woman would be gone. This time, she knocked firmly on the door."Come in," Julian's voice called out.Evelyn pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding Julian alone, sitting behind his large mahogany desk. His expression was unreadable, his gray eyes focused on her."Evelyn," he said, his tone neutral. "What brings you here?"She hesitated for a moment, then walked forward, holding out the flowers. "I wanted to apologize for last night. I... I know I made a mistake. And I brought these for you."Julian's eyebrows raised
"What's with the smile Miss?" Ava asked as she put final touches onto my hair.Evelyn blushed not realizing she had been day dreaming. "Uh... nothing, this gown is just so... gorgeous."It was true, Evelyn was in love with the gown."And you make it look even better. I'm sure all eyes will be on you tonight."Evelyn stood before the mirror, the soft glow of the vanity lights illuminating her figure draped in a stunning blue gown. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, the neckline dipping to reveal a hint of her delicate collarbone. Her hair was elegantly styled in an updo, strands coming down in loose curls around her face, her neck exposed.It was Ava's skilled hands that had worked their magic, turning her into a vision of elegance and sophistication. And beside her, Julian stood, looking handsome in his own attire, a perfectly tailored tuxedo that complemented her gown. His hair was slicked back, his tattoos peeking out from beneath the fabric, often made Evelyn curi
Julian had asked me to live at his house. His private house. And I was shocked to say the least. When I asked him why, he said he’d want me to be safe after he was going to announce the new laws. He said there would be a possibility of a civil war. But I didn’t want to hide, I wanted to fight. I didn’t want to seek protection just because I liked Julian. I wanted to stand by him and fight for him, and for my and our human rights. He knew I would say that, but he still kept the offer open. It was still many days until Julian announced the new laws. His alliances in the other regions had already begun their work– protect humans, punish the criminals and pay the workers the amount they actually deserve. *** It was around four in the evening when Matthew came into Julian’s office smiling from ear to ear. Julian greeted him and asked him why he was here. “Evans and I have something planned, Alpha… if you could please allow Evans to hangout with me the rest of the day, I’ll be grateful.