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Finally, the day Evelyn had been waiting for had arrived: a visit to the Morgan family residence. @
She stood before the mirror, heart pounding as she tried to control her runaway thoughts.
Since opening her eyes, her mind had spun relentlessly.
What would the Morgan family be like?
Would they wee her with open arms?
Or would they judge her for being the granddaughter of Giselle Morgan, the one who uprooted her entire existence and severed every bond?
She felt joy—true, giddy joy—at the thought of finally meeting her mother’s family after so many
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years of curiosity and longing.
But right behind that joy lurked fear.
Terrifying, stomach–flipping fear of the past.
The truth about her grandmother’s disappearance. The truth about the family Giselle left behind.
What if those truths were dark and painful?
What if her grandmother were furious from the heavens above just because her granddaughter dared to set foot in the Morgan estate?
‘You’ll be fine, Eve. You’ll be…‘ She inhaled deeply, mustering encouragement in her reflection. ‘You’ll be fine.‘
She looked more like her old self today. Her hair had grown longer, flowing past her shoulders in soft waves, no longer the blunt haircut she used to hide behind in that little town.
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Yet she still wore minimal makeup; just moisturizer, a touch of blush, and soft–colored gloss. A subtle enhancement that still revealed her natural beauty.
Her outfit was elegant yet simple: a soft gray coat paired with a stylish ck dress beneath, both ttering her figure. She gave herself a reassuring nod in the mirror.
‘Looks good!‘
She grabbed her clutch and headed out.
But she only made it a few steps before Oliver barreled toward her, cheeks flushed as if he had sprinted a marathon. His tiny hands pressed against his knees as he panted dramatically.
“Huh? Sweetheart, what happened?” Evelyn bent down, brushing his hair back as she met his gaze. “Why do you look like you just finished military training?”
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Oliver gulped in air before taking her hand, his delicate eyes shimmering with concern. “Mommy, are you leaving now?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Remember? I have a lunch meeting today.”
“I remember,” he nodded rapidly, still breathless. “I just wanted to send you off. Earlier, I was riding Browny… he was SO FAST, and I forgot you were leaving this way, so I ran, and ran, and ran, and then Daddy yelled, ‘OLIVER, WRONG WAY!‘ so I turned and then-”
Evelyn blinked. “Your pony?”
“Yes,” he answered, chest puffed in pride. “He’s my racehorse now.”
Behind them, Axel appeared in the corridor, hands in his pockets, looking far too amused for Evelyn’sfort.
“I told him the garage is not a stable,” Axel said as
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he approached, arching an eyebrow.
Evelyn sighed. “Wonderful. Next week, he’ll <i>be </i>herding sheep in the backyard.”
Oliver’s eyes sparkled. “CAN WE?!”
“No,” both parents replied instantly.
They exchanged a nce. Shared amusement. Shared dread. Shared love.
“Are you ready to go?” Axel asked as they walked toward the front entrance.
“Yes,” Evelyn said, exhaling as she remembered the message Finley Morgan had sent earlier: <i>“</i><i>If </i><i>you </i>arrive at eleven<i>, </i><i>we </i>can <i>talk </i>before lunch. <i>I </i>can <i>send </i>a driver <i>if </i><i>you’d </i>like.”
She had politely declined. She preferred Ryan, her driver, her bodyguard. She also knew that Axel would let a stranger be her driver.
Ryan opened the door for her with a professional
nod.
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Axel leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “Have fun, Eve. Try not to get adopted by someone else because I just found you.”
Evelyn smiled, hearing his words. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For your reminder, hubby.”
Axelughed at her words.
Then Oliver slid between them, lifting his arms like he deserved equal affection. “Mommy…”
She bent down and hugged him tight.
“When youe home,” Oliver whispered earnestly, “can you buy me delicious donuts? The ones with sprinkles? And chocte cream? And those tiny marshmallows? And maybe a box for Browny too-”
“For Browny?” she asked. “Browny is a pony.”
“Yes,” Oliver nodded gravely. “He deserves
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dessert.”
Axel chuckled, ruffling his son’s hair. “You’re bribing your mother before she even leaves. Proud of you, buddy.”
“I learned from you,” Oliver replied innocently.
Axel’s jaw dropped. “Traitor.”
Evelyn can’t help butugh. “I’ll buy donuts. A lot of donuts. But none for Browny.”
Oliver gasped. “Mommy! That’s discrimination!”
Ryan coughed in the background, hiding augh. Axel covered his mouth, shoulders shaking.
“Fine,” Evelyn smiled as she kissed her son’s forehead. “One donut for Browny. ONE. He’s not getting a sugar addiction.”
Oliver nodded solemnly. “Deal.”
Axel pulled Evelyn into him again, just for a moment. Just long enough to press a brief kiss to
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her forehead and whisper, “Text me when you arrive. And if anyone makes you ufortable, call me immediately. I don’t care who they are.”
His voice was soft. Protective. Possessive in a way Evelyn did not mind.
“Got it,” she whispered back. “I’ll be okay.”
Finally, she climbed into the car. The door shut. Her heart hammered. Ryan pulled away from the
house.
As the distance grew, Evelyn exhaled.
She was nervous. Terrified, even.
But she was also ready.
Ready to meet the family she never knew.
Ready to face the truth.
Ready to reim the part of her life she had always wondered about.
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And if her grandmother was watching from
above…
Evelyn hoped she’d be proud.
The Morgan family residence was far from the city, nestled deep on the outskirts, where thendscape grew quieter, and the streets narrowed.
The drive took almost an hour, long enough for Evelyn’s nerves to tighten with every passing
minute.
When the car finally rolled to a stop, she stared out the window in awe before her stood a grand mansion, surrounded by endless woods.
The autumn colors framed the estate like a painting. It was breathtaking. For a moment, it reminded her of the peace of her house.
But Evelyn couldn’t enjoy it the moment her gaze
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fell on the two men standing by the main
entrance.
She recognized Finley instantly, his familiar features softened by the warm breeze.
Yet it was the man beside him who made her heart tighten in her chest. She had only ever seen him in news reports and old articles.
<i>General </i><i>Theodor </i>Morgan.
Her grandmother’s twin brother.
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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.