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2 Chapters
Chapter 9 Photographing the monster img
Chapter 10 He had dodged a bullet img
Chapter 11 A warning img
Chapter 12 Appointment img
Chapter 13 The first miss img
Chapter 14 His wife went to meet another man img
Chapter 15 Cancel the concert img
Chapter 16 Maybe you are brothers img
Chapter 17 Sleep in the same bed img
Chapter 18 Cohabitation img
Chapter 19 Perfect husband img
Chapter 20 New home img
Chapter 21 You are my secret img
Chapter 22 Now to secure the perimeter img
Chapter 23 Sex img
Chapter 24 A nearly exposed lie img
Chapter 25 Drama img
Chapter 26 Acting img
Chapter 27 The caretaker img
Chapter 28 You can't hide forever img
Chapter 29 It's over img
Chapter 30 Safe img
Chapter 31 The Disappearing Stalker img
Chapter 32 First order discount img
Chapter 33 Family CFO img
Chapter 34 Special care from capitalists img
Chapter 35 Red img
Chapter 36 Strange change img
Chapter 37 Date img
Chapter 38 You are banned from knives img
Chapter 39 Illa's revenge img
Chapter 40 Mushrooms img
Chapter 41 Poisoning img
Chapter 42 I am going to kill Illa img
Chapter 43 Make me a suit img
Chapter 44 Delicious, agonizing torture img
Chapter 45 Insult Gus right in front of him img
Chapter 46 The highest form of jealousy is being jealous of yourself img
Chapter 47 Kiss img
Chapter 48 How to win your wife back from your best friend img
Chapter 49 To prove I'm not all talk img
Chapter 50 Minefield img
Chapter 51 Can't Help Falling in Love img
Chapter 52 Send Illa away img
Chapter 53 The CEO's Two Sides img
Chapter 54 The acting skills of the CEO img
Chapter 55 A bikini img
Chapter 56 Marriage is the best shield img
Chapter 57 Evil will be recompensed with evil img
Chapter 58 I can't sleep without you img
Chapter 59 Not alone img
Chapter 60 Angels will soon descend from hell img
Chapter 61 Let them try img
Chapter 62 Unlocked img
Chapter 63 Pretend you're a stranger img
Chapter 64 Kiss me img
Chapter 65 Have an affair img
Chapter 66 Smart women img
Chapter 67 Sweet img
Chapter 68 Personal img
Chapter 69 For you img
Chapter 70 He is angry img
Chapter 71 He still saved her img
Chapter 72 VIP img
Chapter 73 Possessiveness img
Chapter 74 Act coquettishly img
Chapter 75 Truth or Dare img
Chapter 76 Confession img
Chapter 77 Snatched the gift for Illa img
Chapter 78 Winning a major project img
Chapter 79 I was fooled img
Chapter 80 Skip work img
Chapter 81 Something happened img
Chapter 82 It's urgent img
Chapter 83 Ultimatum img
Chapter 84 A lingering affection img
Chapter 85 They are the best photos you have ever taken img
Chapter 86 Situation changes img
Chapter 87 Master img
Chapter 88 The ex img
Chapter 89 Who img
Chapter 90 Strong suspicion img
Chapter 91 Ring img
Chapter 92 Conspiracy img
Chapter 93 The truth img
Chapter 94 Misunderstanding resolved img
Chapter 95 Non divorce agreement img
Chapter 96 Provoke big shots img
Chapter 97 New car img
Chapter 98 Because you are the best img
Chapter 99 For parking img
Chapter 100 Love img
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Chapter 2 He knew where she was

he doorman's eyes lingered on the hickey on her neck.

She pulled the collar up and practically ran to the elevator.

Illa was waiting in her doorway before the elevator doors even opened.

She was wearing a silk kimono that cost more than Evie's rent, her face a mask of tragic anticipation.

"Inside," Illa commanded, grabbing Evie's arm and hauling her into the foyer. "Shoes off. Spill."

She snatched the envelope from Evie's hand before she could even speak. Illa ripped it open, pulling out the certificate with the precision of a forensic scientist.

Her eyes scanned the paper. Then they widened. They kept widening until Evie thought they might pop out of Illa's skull.

"Everleigh Roman and... Williams?" Illa whispered, her finger tracing the last name.

The first name was a dark, ugly blotch. "What is this, a wine stain? I can't read his first name. But Williams?"

Evie collapsed onto Illa's plush white sofa. "I know. He signed the note 'G.' I've been calling him Gus in my head. It sounds like a grandfather's name. Or an antique dealer."

Illa looked up at Evie, her face pale. "Evie. Do you know who Williams is?"

"There are a thousand Williamses in New York," Evie said, rubbing her temples. "He's probably a hedge fund manager or something. He had a nice room."

Illa let out a breath that sounded like a deflating tire. "Right. Right. Of course." She laughed, a nervous, high-pitched sound. "For a second, I thought... but no. That's impossible."

"Thought what?"

"My tyrannical older brother," Illa said, shuddering. "His name starts with an A, not a G. And besides, we don't call him by his first name. We call him 'Sir' or 'Please Don't Kill Me'. He's a shark. If he got married, it would be on the front page of the Wall Street Journal, and the bride would have been vetted by a committee of lawyers."

"See?" Evie said, feeling a wave of relief. "Not him. My Gus left me a note. It was polite."

"My brother doesn't know the meaning of the word polite," Illa confirmed. She walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over the park. "He lives right there. Next building."

She pointed to the penthouse terrace adjacent to hers. It was separated by a gap of maybe twenty feet, close enough to throw a rock, far enough to require a bridge.

"That's his lair," Illa said. "Don't look at it too long. You might turn to stone."

Evie shivered, pulling the trench coat tighter. "Well, I'm glad I didn't marry him."

"You can stay here," Illa said, turning back to Evie. "Your ex-boyfriend Darrin is probably camping out at your apartment. You're homeless and married. You need a base of operations."

"But... your brother is right there."

"He's busy," Illa dismissed. "He's in the middle of a hostile takeover of some tech firm. He hasn't stepped on that terrace in months. You'll be safe."

She led Evie to the guest room. It was beautiful, airy, and unfortunately, the room closest to the neighboring terrace.

"Get settled," Illa said. "I'll get you some honey water for that hangover."

As she left, Evie's phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

Awake? Headache?

Her heart skipped a beat. It was him. Gus.

Evie typed back furiously. Who are you? We need to talk. I want a divorce.

The reply came instantly. Three dots dancing on the screen.

Divorce isn't on the schedule today. Drink some water. I'm out of town. We'll talk when I'm back.

Evie stared at the screen. The audacity.

I am not waiting, she typed. This is a mistake.

You didn't think it was a mistake last night, he replied.

Evie's face burned. She threw the phone onto the bed just as Illa walked in with a steaming mug.

"Who are you fighting with?" Illa asked, eyeing the phone.

"No one," Evie said quickly. "Just... Gus."

Illa rolled her eyes. "Gus. Sounds like a plumber. Or a golden retriever."

Night fell quickly in the city. After a dinner of takeout sushi that Evie could barely keep down, she retreated to the guest room. She needed air.

She slid open the glass door to the balcony. The city hummed below, a river of light and noise. The air was cool, biting at her bare legs beneath the oversized shirt she was still wearing.

Evie looked to the left. The neighboring terrace was dark, a slab of concrete and shadow. Illa said he was a tyrant. A monster.

Then, a spark.

A tiny, orange glow flared in the darkness of the other balcony.

Evie froze.

A figure detached itself from the shadows.

He was tall. Broad-shouldered. He was leaning against the railing, facing out toward the park, a cigarette in his hand.

The smoke drifted toward her, carrying that scent. Cedarwood. Rain.

Her breath hitched. The silhouette... the way he stood, weight on one leg, shoulders tense... it felt familiar. Viscerally familiar.

He turned his head.

Evie couldn't see his face, just the sharp angle of a jaw and the glint of eyes reflecting the city lights. He was looking right at her.

Panic, cold and sharp, spiked in her chest. Was that Illa's brother? Or was it...

No. It couldn't be.

Evie stepped back, stumbling over the doorframe, and yanked the curtains shut. Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

"It's just the brother," she told herself. "Just the scary neighbor."

Her phone buzzed on the bed.

Sleep well, Evie. The neighbors can be loud.

She stared at the text, the blood draining from her face.

He knew. He knew where she was.

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