All Chapters of My Wife, My Blackmailer : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evelyn's POVI shoved the phone in his face, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed, "I need to leave! And never try to kiss me again without my consent!" My heart pounded while he read it, and the storm that gathered in his eyes made my skin crawl. His expression darkened, lips tightening."You aren't going to answer my question? You're just going to walk away?" His voice was low but furious, his hand reaching out to touch me.I flinched and stepped back like his skin would burn mine. I turned away quickly, refusing to give him even a second glance. The scoff that escaped his lips echoed behind me, slicing through the silence like a cruel whisper.I ran.I didn’t stop until I reached my room, slamming the door shut before collapsing onto the floor, my chest heaving. My hands clutched my knees as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Another kiss? Why? Why does he keep doing this? Is this some twisted game to him?I pulled at my hair gently, needing something—anything—to

Evelyn’s POV“Why?” I typed with trembling fingers.“Just meet me at your mansion. I’m going there right now,” he snapped and hung up before I could type anything else.I stared at the screen, my heart dropping. The time—so close to the end of shift, but not close enough. I wasn’t allowed to leave unless it was a true emergency. But wasn’t this an emergency?My hands hesitated over my iPad. Every rational thought told me to stay put, but something darker—fear, maybe—was creeping in, taking over my judgment. I had to go.“What's going on?” Samuel asked, eyes narrowing as he noticed the panic rising on my face.“I need to leave now,” I typed quickly and flipped the screen for him to see.“I’ll go with you,” he said without hesitation.I nearly shouted out in protest—no—but instead, I signed the word with forceful hands, shaking my head. He understood. Of course he did.“Okay,” he said quietly, but I caught the tension in his jaw. He didn’t like it. Neither did I.I didn’t wait any longe

Eveyln’s POVI've been living my life quietly… for her.Always in the shadows, always in silence. Every choice I made, every step I took—it was for her. I thought I was protecting myself. But today, standing in front of her, it finally hit me—it had all been their plan from the start. I was just a placeholder. A space warmer. Holding her place until she returned to pick up right where I left off.Her smile glowed in the room, warm and blinding—and yet, it made my chest ache.“I heard what happened after the accident,” Erica said, stepping closer with that polished, innocent smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you sooner.”Liar.Her voice was syrupy sweet, her expression soft. But I knew her. I could read the cruelty hidden in the curve of her lips, in the sparkle of her eyes. She wasn't sorry. She was victorious.That smile… it wasn’t sympathy. It was a slap in the face.I glanced at my father. The man who used to lift me on his shoulders when I was small. The same man who now couldn’t

Evelyn's POV My phone slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a loud, sickening thud.That sound… it echoed like a gunshot in the silence.His head snapped toward me, his eyes locking onto mine, and for a second just a second I saw concern flicker there. But I wasn’t going to wait around for whatever came next. My instincts screamed louder than reason. I turned and ran my legs carrying me faster than my mind could catch up straight into my room. The door slammed behind me, and I twisted the lock with shaking fingers, my breath ragged.Then came the banging.“Open the damn door!” he roared from the other side. The door rattled with each pound of his fist. “Open it now or I swear I’ll break it down!”I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I crumbled onto the bed like a broken doll, face buried in the sheets as my chest heaved with quiet sobs. I wanted to disappear. Just vanish.What was I thinking? What did I expect some kind of miracle? That he’d come like a knight and save me, wrap his

Evelyn's POVMy feet slammed against the floor as I paced back and forth across the living room, arms locked stiffly behind my back, my chest tight with worry I couldn’t shake off no matter how much I told myself to stop.Every few steps, I turned sharply on my heel, casting anxious glances at the door. He still wasn’t back.And the worst part?I hated that I was this worried.Because if the tables were turned, if it were me out there, he wouldn’t even bat an eye. He wouldn’t even care.So what was my deal? Why was my heart clawing at my ribs like this?I tried to shake it off, forcing myself upstairs and flopping down on my bed, but the second my body touched the mattress, I was twisting and turning, tangled in the sheets, my mind racing with a thousand horrible scenarios.It was unbearable.I shot up again, unable to stay still.ThenMy phone buzzed, cutting sharply through the noise of my thoughts.I snatched it up without thinking.The screen lit up with an unknown number, but I k