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Axel walked to the door, his tall frame moving with that same steady confidence that always made Evelyn feel both irritated and… well,
slightly short of breath. 1
Evelyn assumed Axel was finally going back to his own house, and of course, she was secretly relieved. She could almost taste her
freedom.
“No worries. I won’t bete. I’ll show up at your house tomorrow,” Evelyn said calmly, though inside, she felt twisted like a washing
machine set on high spin.
“Good.” Axel’s hand was already on the door handle.
“Bye, Axel…” she happily said, eager to push him out before he could drop another one of his annoying remarks.
But of course, Axel wasn’t Axel without onest twist. He paused, turned, and looked at her with that unreadable expression.
“Why are you in such a hurry to ask me to leave?” 1
“So… you assumed I was going to ask you to sleep here?” she shot back sarcastically, chuckling just to cover her nerves.
He didn’t even flinch. His stare was nk, calm, deadly serious.
“Oh, so Evelyn, you want me to sleep here?” 1
What the heck!? Did I say the wrong sentence? Again?‘ Her mouth opened. Closed and opened again. She was speechless. ‘My goodness.
Eve… why, oh why, did you even try to banter with this man?‘
Evelyn feels frustrated with herself. She knew, each time, he took her words, twisted them around, and then threw them back at her like
a grenade.
“I will never reject your offer to stay, Evelyn,” he said smoothly, almost regretfully. “But not tonight. I need to do something at my house.”
Suddenly, she feels as if lightning has struck her. ‘Rejecting? Rejecting what?! I didn’t offer him to stay in the first ce! Oh, my lord… this
man was thinking too highly of himself… 2
“Alright, go home now, Axel,” she snapped, shoving him toward the hallway. “I need to rest my eyes. Or I’ll bete tomorrow.”
He let her push him, though his amused expression told her she wasn’t winning anything here.
But just as Evelyn was about to m the door behind him, her steps faltered.
Standing outside was Liam, waiting politely with arge paper bag in his hands.
Great Perfect. Now she had an audience.
Instantly, Evelyn straightened her back, stered on a polite smile, and pretended she hadn’t just been arguing like a madwoman.
She cleared her throat, “Evening, Liam‘ she said smoothly, as if everything was perfectly normal
Axel took the bag from Liam, then, with that calm authority that made everyone else obey without question, he handed it to her.
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“Wear this tomorrow.” And with that, he walked away with Liam following him. No exnation, no opportunity for her to respond. Just
those three words.
His house door clicked shut, and Evelyn remained frozen in ce.
The bag hung from her hand like a cursed object. Her eyes slowly drifted down to the logo on its side, and her jaw tightened.
It was from one of the most famous fashion houses in the country.
Her stomach sank. A very, very bad feeling prickled down her spine.
“Axel Knight… He bought me clothes?”
Immediately, Evelyn shut the door, locked it, and marched toward her bedroom, bag <i>in </i>hand.
Then, she threw the paper bag onto the bed and folded her arms, her gaze remaining on the bag.
Part of her wanted to ignore it. Pretend it didn’t exist. But curiosity had already swallowed her.
“What did Axel Knight choose for me to wear tomorrow?”
Evelyn let out a long, weary sigh as she dropped onto the bed beside the bag. Her eyes wandered up to the white ceiling, as if it might
hold the answer.
“Knowing him,” she muttered, “it’s either a wedding dress or something so dramatic I’ll look like I’m about to host the Oscars.”
Shey there for a few minutes, staring nkly, trying to convince herself she didn’t care. But curiosity keeps dancing in her brain.
Finally, she bit her lip, sat up, and pulled the bag onto herp. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she hesitated a moment longer, as if the
paper bag might explode in her face.
“What kind of disaster have you set up for me this time, Axel?” she whispered under her breath, before finally sliding out the sleek box
inside.
Her hands trembled as she lifted the lid.
The moment her eyesnded on the contents, her heart stopped. There it was:yers of white silk andce, gleaming under the bedroom
light.
“Oh my goodness. Her hand flew to her mouth, worried that her voice would wake Oliver.
Her wide eyes darted from the dress to the closed door, half–expecting Axel to barge back in with that infuriatingly calm expression.
“Is he insane? A wedding dress? What was he thinking?”
<i>She </i>had only been joking earlier, throwing out wild guesses to make herself feel better. But no, of course, Axel Knight had gone and
proved her joke night.
Evelyn looked back at the box, staring at it in horror, her fingers frozen just inches from the fabric.
For a moment, she didn’t even dare to touch it, afraid the thing might actually curse her if she did.
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She snapped the lid shut and shoved the box back onto the bed as if it might bite her fingers.
Then, she stood on her feet and paced back and forth across her room, dragging both hands through her hair.
Sleepy?
Tired?
Clearly, all of it had vanished. At this rate, Axel Knight wasn’t just driving her insane; he was dancing on the wreckage of her sanity with
that smug face of his.
After threeps around the room, she finally grabbed her phone.
“That’s it. I’m calling him!”
Her thumb hovered over his name, but just before she pressed the screen, she froze.
“No. No. If I call him, he’ll just… tease me. And I’ll lose. Again.” She muttered to herself, ring at the phone like it was Axel himself.
Evelyn inhaled deeply, then nodded firmly.
“Yes! Text. Texting is safer. He can’t twist my words over text. Right?” 1
She types faster:
“Axel, whatever you’re <i>nning </i><i>tomorrow</i><i>, </i><i>please </i><i>stop</i>. I don’t <i>want </i><i>a </i><i>surprise </i>wedding party. And I won’t wear the wedding gown.” From:
Evelyn. 1
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“Axel, whatever you’re nning tomorrow, please stop. <i>I </i>don’t want <i>a </i><i>surprise </i><i>wedding </i>party. And I won’t wear <i>the </i>wedding gown” From<i>: </i>
Evelyn
Evelyn stared at the message.
Biting her lip as she read it repeatedly.
It looked reasonable. Firm. Mature.
Then she flopped onto the bed.
“Oh, perfect, Evelyn. That doesn’t sound dramatic at all.”
Her thumb hovered over the send button.
One. Two. Three.
“Ah… Whatever!” she pressed the send button.
The message was gone from her phone disy, but not from her mind.
Within seconds, she feels like her heart has jumped to her throat.
“Oh, <b>no</b>. What have I done? He’s going to see this and…”
Her phone buzzed almost instantly. She was shocked, her cell phone nearly dropping to her face when she saw his name on the screen.
“Oh no. Oh no, no, no… Why is he calling? Can you reply with another text?” She stared at the glowing screen like it had grown horns.
She quickly stood up, bit her inner lip, and looked puzzled at her cell phone.
Evelyn tried to convince herself to let it ring out, but her finger betrayed her and swiped to answer.
“Evelyn” His deep voice slid <b>through </b>the line, calm as usual. “There’s no surprise wedding”
“What She blinked, hearing his words.
“<b>I </b>said Axel repeated slowly, there’s no surprise wedding tomorrow. Rx”
“Then what’s with the gown, Axel? You seriously expect me to wear that thing just to sign a piece of paper?”
“Yes” he said calmly. “Wear that gown so we can take a picture!
“Why?” Her voice went up <i>an </i>octave “Why on earth do we need to take pictures in a wedding gown? Don’t we just need to wear a white
shirt for the photo on the wedding certificate?
There was a <b>pause</b>, and then his voice lowered, casual but amused “Because I want to send it to William Walters”
Evelyn was utterly shocked.
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My father?
“Yes. Imagine his face when he sees you happily married to me.” There was a beat of silence before Axel delivered the final blow, smooth
and merciless: “For revenge, Evelyn. Simple as that.” 1
“No” She snapped before knowing she had already ended the call.
Evelyn felt like half her soul had just flown out the window. Her knees went weak, and she nearly copsed before she caught herself on the edge of the bed and sat down, staring nkly at the gown box.
Among all the outrageous things Axel Knight had ever suggested, this was pure evil. Send a photo of her in a wedding gown to William Walters–Her ex–father, the same man who had kicked her out of the family, tarnished her reputation, and made sure her humiliation was front–page news. 1
You are really creative, Axel Knight!‘ Sheughs inwardly.
When she was still puzzled to answer him, Axel’s deep voice echoed in her mind from the phone call earlier: “Imagine his face, Evelyn. Imagine him choking on his cigar when he sees you married to me.”
She groaned while lying on the bed and buried her face in her hands.
“God, why does his n even tempt me?”
Because it was priceless, that’s why. The thought of William’s veins popping out of his forehead, of his oh–so–perfectposure
cracking in rage, was enough to stir a dangerous little thrill in her chest.
As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Axel again.
Earlier, she only gave him a short answer, and of course, he called a second time. Typical.
Sighing she answered. “Axel, this is insane. I’m not sending my father a wedding photo.”
“Correction,” his smooth baritone slid through the line, “our wedding photo. And insane? Maybe. But effective to drive him angry? Ainolutely
Evelyn was ring at the ceiling as if Axel’s face was hanging there.
“Seriously, your idea was not bad. But, Axel… I need to know exactly why William Walters hates you. I’m curious,”
Of course, Axel didn’t answer. He ignores her question
Evelyn silently took a deep sigh She knew Axel wasn’t entirely wrong. And a small, wicked part of her really did want William Walters to choke on his arrogance when he knew she was married to Axel Knight.
But, no. She didn’t want to be involved with that old man
“Forget it. I’m not ying your twisted revenge game Our marriage remains secret I don’t want a circus. I don’t want drama. I just want…” Her words trailed off, suddenly unsure what she wanted Peace? Normalcy? A miracle?
But then reality punched her square in the face. The tabloids. The whispers. The vultures circling, hungry for gossip. Her name dragged back into the spotlight; she’d barely survivedst Ume
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Her stomach twisted. No. She couldn’t. Not yet.
Before Evelyn could say something, Axel chuckled enough to make her pause.
“Evelyn” Axel said, his tone softening in that rare, dangerous way that made her heart misbehave, “…you deserve to take something back. William Walters took so much from you. Let me help you get revenge on him.”
She exhaled sharply.
“Axel, listen carefully.. No! I’m not sending photos, I’m not rubbing it in his face, and I am definitely not wearing a wedding gown
tomorrow just for your entertainment.”
Silence.
For half a beat, she thought he might argue again.
Then his lowugh slid through the line. “Stubborn as ever. Fine, Mrs. Knight–to–be. Keep your little secret. For now.”
Her pulse skipped when she heard the way he called her like that. ‘Mrs. Knight…
“Would you like me to pick you up tomorrow?”
“Seriously? Evelyn was speechless. She just had to walk to the next door; why on earth does he think she needs him toe?
“Ok, good. I wille:
“No, don’t Evelyn interrupted him instantly, remembering how he always twisted her words. She knew she had to speak clearly, or he
would interpret everything however he pleased.
“Alright, get some good rest!”
Evelyn could only say, “Hmmm… before she hung up to avoid him twisting her words again.
<b>She </b>tossed the phone aside. Pressed a pillow over her face and tried to get a good night’s sleep.
But, of course, she failed. She was too nervous about tomorrow.
Something crossed her mind, has promise to let her stay here for half a year before moving into his world.
“Axel Kinght, don’t you dare break your promise!
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<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.