Chapter 324

Alexander tightened his grip on Evelyn's hand. "Even if you hadn't reached out to me first, I would have found my way to you. You were always meant to be mine."

His words sent a jolt through Evelyn, leaving her breathless.

"I've loved you for years," Alexander admitted, his voice soft but unwavering. "Since the moment you saved me a decade ago. It was instant—irrational, maybe, but undeniable."

Evelyn's mind reeled. Ten years? They had barely crossed paths back then. How could he have fallen for her so completely in just one encounter?

Yet, as she searched his face, she found no trace of deception. His gaze was steady, his expression raw with sincerity. It was almost startling—this man, so powerful in every other aspect of his life, was disarmingly vulnerable when it came to her.

Then it clicked.

Alexander had never been linked to any women. No scandals, no fleeting romances. Had he been waiting for her all this time? And when her trust in Ethan had shattered, had he simply stepped forward, finally free to claim what he'd always wanted?

The realization warmed her chest, spreading like sunlight. This was devotion. Not opportunism, not manipulation—just quiet, unwavering love.

A laugh bubbled up in her throat, giddy and disbelieving. She reached up, fingers threading through his tousled hair. "Alexander Whitmore," she murmured, shaking her head. "How are you real?"

Alexander's features softened as Evelyn traced the sharp lines of his jaw with her fingertips. The word "adorable" didn't quite fit him, yet here she was, using it anyway.

Evelyn's smile widened, her fingers gently pinching his cheeks, tugging his lips into an unwilling grin. No woman could resist a man so utterly devoted, and Evelyn was no exception. She cupped his face and kissed him firmly, pouring all her affection into it.

Seeing the warmth in Evelyn's eyes, the tension in Alexander's chest eased. His mood lifted, light as air.

He pulled her closer, letting her settle against his chest. Tilting his head, he brushed a kiss against her flushed lips. "Darling," he murmured, "as long as you're happy. Just love me a little more, that's all I ask."

Maybe it was the charged atmosphere, or the way they had bared their hearts to each other. Alexander's gaze darkened as he studied her, his thumb playfully tapping the tip of her nose. "Mrs. Whitmore," he murmured, voice low, "shall we go home?"

Their bodies pressed together, and Evelyn could feel the heat of his desire. The air between them shifted, thick with unspoken promises. A blush crept up her neck.

After dinner, Alexander wrapped his arms around her from behind, his breath warm against her ear. His gaze burned into her, intense and possessive.

That night, his kisses trailed over every inch of her skin, slow and deliberate. The dim light flickered wildly above them as Alexander moved with her, lost in the rhythm of their passion.

Evelyn, overwhelmed by the depth of his love, surrendered completely. Now that she knew the truth of his long-hidden feelings, she met him with equal fervor, their connection deeper than ever before.

The morning light spilled through the curtains as their bodies remained tangled in the sheets, skin still damp with sweat. Hours had slipped away unnoticed, consumed by their relentless passion.

Alexander’s voice was rough, breathless, as he pressed his lips to Evelyn’s flushed skin. "Do what you must with Vanessa," he murmured, fingers tracing the marks he’d left behind. "Don’t hold back, even with her condition. If there are consequences, I’ll handle them."

Evelyn’s body was alight with sensation, every touch igniting a fresh wave of heat. She melted into the mattress, exhaustion finally pulling her under.

When she awoke, the room was bathed in sunlight. Alexander was gone—likely already buried in work at Titan Capital Group’s international division, where holidays meant nothing.

Her thoughts drifted back to his words. Vanessa was pregnant, hidden away by Eleanor. A pregnant woman couldn’t be imprisoned, but that didn’t mean she would escape unscathed.

Evelyn smirked.

She would deal with Vanessa—just not yet.

For now, she’d let fate take its course.

And fate had never been kind to Vanessa Hart.

Ethan.

Knowing Ethan as intimately as she did, Evelyn was absolutely certain he wouldn't allow Vanessa to remain at his side any longer.

Vanessa had loved Ethan with every fiber of her being.

The agony of being discarded and cast into utter despair by the man she adored would wound her far deeper than any punishment Evelyn could devise.

The thought sent a shiver down Evelyn's spine.

She clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms.

This was justice.

This was poetic retribution.

Vanessa would finally understand the depth of pain she had inflicted upon others.

Evelyn exhaled slowly, watching her breath mist in the cold evening air.

The game was nearing its end.

And she would be the one left standing.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Alexander's name flashed across the screen.

A small, genuine smile curved her lips.

He was her light.

Her redemption.

Her future.

Everything Vanessa had tried to steal from her.

But fate had other plans.

And Evelyn would make sure Vanessa paid for every single betrayal.

The wind howled through the trees, as if echoing her resolve.

Soon.

Very soon.

Justice would be served.

And Vanessa would drown in the consequences of her own cruelty.