Chapter 4

The harsh morning sunlight pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite, burning Evelyn's tired eyes.

She sat up slowly. The vulnerability from the night before was completely gone, replaced by a freezing, hollow calm.

The doorbell rang. A waiter wheeled a silver room service cart into the room, leaving the breakfast spread by the window.

Evelyn had just picked up a cup of black coffee when the suite door was shoved open again.

Carter walked in. He was wearing a brand new, perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines.

He tossed a thick folder onto the dining table. It hit the wood with a heavy thud.

He used his authoritative, boardroom voice, ordering her to end this childish tantrum and move back to the estate immediately.

Evelyn took a slow sip of her coffee. She didn't even blink, completely ignoring his presence.

Her total indifference instantly poured gasoline on the anger Carter had been swallowing all morning.

He stepped up to the table and slammed both of his hands down flat on the surface. The coffee cups rattled violently in their saucers.

A few drops of scalding coffee splashed over the rim, staining the pristine white tablecloth brown.

Carter looked down at her, his voice dripping with cruel mockery as he told her she wouldn't survive a week on the streets without the Finley name.

He viciously reminded her that she was nothing but a decorative vase, kept around solely to appease the board of directors.

He stated, with brutal clarity, that her only real value was to produce an heir for the Finley trust fund.

At the words "breeding tool," Evelyn's knuckles turned stark white around the handle of her mug.

She set the coffee down with deliberate slowness. She stood up, her spine perfectly straight, and stared directly into Carter's icy blue eyes.

She didn't scream. She didn't cry. She simply reached out and picked up the tall glass of ice water from the tray.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she threw the freezing water directly into Carter's face.

The ice water dripped down the bridge of his nose, running off his sharp jawline and soaking into his expensive silk tie.

Carter stood completely paralyzed in shock, his eyes wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Evelyn pulled a linen napkin from the table and elegantly dabbed the moisture from her fingers.

Her voice was absolute ice as she told him that was exactly what she thought of his valuation of her.

She grabbed her handbag off the sofa and turned her back on him, walking straight toward the door.

Carter snapped out of his daze. He lunged forward, his large hand clamping down hard on her upper arm.

Evelyn spun around and delivered a sharp, stinging slap directly to the back of his hand, forcing him to let go. Her bruised arm ached from the sudden exertion, but she didn't show a sliver of weakness.

She pulled the door open and walked out into the carpeted hallway.

Carter stood frozen in the room, staring at the red handprint forming on his skin, his face dark with a terrifying rage.

The elevator doors opened. Evelyn stepped inside, keeping her chin high.

The metal doors slid shut, cutting off Carter's furious, complicated stare.

As the elevator dropped, her stomach left behind in the sudden weightlessness, she pulled out her phone to call her best friend.