"Axel, whatever you’re planning tomorrow, please stop. I don’t want a surprise wedding party. And I won’t wear the wedding gown." From: Evelyn
Evelyn stared at the ssage.
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 ssage was gone from her phone display, but not from her mind.
Within seconds, she feels like her heart has jumped to her throat.
"Oh, no. 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 na 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 through the line, calm as usual. "There’s no surprise wedding."
"What?" She blinked, hearing his words.
"I said," Axel repeated slowly, "there’s no surprise wedding tomorrow. Relax."
"Then what’s with the gown, Axel? You seriously expect 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 an 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 pause, and then his voice lowered, casual but amused. "Because I want to send it to William Walters."
Evelyn was utterly shocked.
"...My father?"
"Yes. Imagine his face when he sees you happily married to ." There was a beat of silence before Axel delivered the final blow, smooth and rciless: "For revenge, Evelyn. Simple as that."
"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 collapsed before she caught herself on the edge of the bed and sat down, staring blankly 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 sa man who had kicked her out of the family, tarnished her reputation, and made sure her humiliation was front-page news.
’You are really creative, Axel Knight!’ She laughs 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 ."
She groaned while lying on the bed and buried her face in her hands.
"God, why does his plan even tempt ?"
Because it was priceless, that’s why. The thought of William’s veins popping out of his forehead, of his oh-so-perfect composure 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 ti. 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? Absolutely."
Evelyn was glaring 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 playing your twisted revenge ga. 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 na dragged back into the spotlight; she’d barely survived last ti.
Her stomach twisted. No. She couldn’t. Not yet.
Before Evelyn could say sothing, 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 sothing back. William Walters took so much from you. Let 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 entertainnt."
Silence.
For half a beat, she thought he might argue again.
Then his low laugh 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 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 to co?
"Ok, good. I will co."
"No, don’t!" Evelyn interrupted him instantly, rembering how he always twisted her words. She knew she had to speak clearly, or he would interpret everything however he pleased.
"Alright, get so good rest!"
Evelyn could only say, "Hmmm..." before she hung up to avoid him twisting her words again.
She 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.
And, now...
Sothing crossed her mind, his promise to let her stay here for half a year before moving into his world.
"Axel Knight, don’t you dare break your promise!"
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