A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chase and Mason were cursing up a storm in their car when Yvan pulled up in front of the grand entrance to the Boyd Mansion.

The woman beside him had never been whisked away by a man of Yvan’s stature before. Her voice was trembling with excitement. “Mr. Boyd… you… you really…”

“What’s your name?” Yvan asked, furrowing his brow.

“I’m Evie!”

Evie eagerly introduced herself, “I never imagined there would be a day you would need someone like me!”

“Evie, from now on, zip it. Whatever you see, keep it to yourself. If word ges out. I’ll make sure

you regret it.”

Evie clammed up instantly, scared and stiff by Yvan’s tone, but inside, she was buzzing with excitement.

Oh God, the man in front of her was Yvan! The Yvan that every woman in Ashton City dreamed of getting into bed with!

What stroke of luck had she hit to find herself here?

Yvan ushered Evie inside, realizing there were no spare shoes to offer her except for a pair of men’s slippers. Evie didn’t mind and quietly thanked him.

Yvan ignored her, his gaze sweeping over the shoe rack, but he couldn’t help thinking back to five e years ago when Matilda was around. Back then, everything in the house was so well organized. After she was locked up, he’d thrown out all her belongings, and yet, the absence. lingered to this very day.

Shaking off the memories, Yvan instructed, “Upstairs, take a shower.”

Evie didn’t dare to disobey. Just being brought home by Yvan was bragging rights for a lifetime! After Evie showered and stepped out, the lights in the room suddenly shut off. Someone pushed her onto the bed, entering her from behind without a trace of gentleness.

But it seemed the man on top of her had no desire to see her face, offering not an ounce of pity. treating Evie like she was just an adult toy. She felt no pleasure, only pain.

Evie even thought that if this man was Yvan, she wouldn’t be able to tell in the pitch dark…

Why did he have to turn off the lights?

Despite everything, Evie’s heart was still filled with a sweet delusion. She lied to herself, saying it couldn’t be true; she had been brought home, after all. This man was Yvan, the prince of Ashton City!

A forbidden thought began to bloom within her.

Could she perhaps take Matilda’s place from five years ago?

When it was all over, half an hour later, the lights came back on.

Yvan walked in, impeccably dressed as if nothing had happened, his face cold and indifferent as if she were a stranger.

She felt a pang of bitterness, quickly replaced by a surge of happiness. No matter what, she had been with Yvan. Maybe this would mark a turning point in her life…”

But come the next morning, when Evie woke up, she found herself and Yvan under the same blanket, yet worlds apart. He hadn’t touched her since that night, as if any further interaction was superfluous.

Upon waking. Yvan simply stared at her face and uttered one word, “Leave.”

Feeling wronged, Evie murmured, “Mr. Boyd, did I displease you in some way?”

Yvan let out a cold laugh but said nothing. His smile sent shivers down Evie’s spine. She quickly dressed and headed for the door, only to see a little boy standing there, looking up with features strikingly similar to Yvan’s! NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Evie staggered back in shock. Yvan finally spoke, “What are you gaping at? Didn’t I tell you to leave?”

Evie turned back, her voice quivering. “Mr. Boyd, the child…”

“I believe I warned you about keeping your mouth shut.” Yvan’s voice was icy, his expression fierce, “Do I need to make you shut it myself?”