The Exiled Wife's Secret Double Life

n this elite circle, knew the scandalous history. Evangelina had grown up believing she was the legitimate daughter of the wealthy Campos family, only for a dramatic revelation to prove

to prove her worth, desperate to hold onto Douglass, who h

nd sense of exhaustion. Before she could offer a cutting reply, Chaya s

d the young heir's arm. "Don't speak to her like that. She's still m

g Evangelina as the bitter, irredeemable villain. Evangelina watched the display with a detached, almost clinical amusement

ypassing the glaring men and walking

of the club. A sleek, black Maybach was idling at the curb, its engine purring softly. Arthur, Douglass's stoic ex

r's help, they managed to maneuver his massive frame into the plush leather seats of t

far left corner, pressing her shoulder against the cold glass of the window. She wanted as muc

plane landed at JFK, ordering her to attend this specific address. She knew exactly why he had done it. He wanted to parade her presence at Chaya's birthday

id of emotion. And Evangelina had complied, simply bec

soundproof cabin. The Maybach pulled away from the c

hythmic thrum of the windshield wipers. Evangelina kep

space beside

nto her shoulder. The overwhelming scent of cedarwood and scotch flooded her senses. His face buried

the seat. "Douglass! You're confused

s's broad shoulder, trying to pull him back toward her.

nd Evangelina's waist, his long fingers digging into her ribs with a

ming a single, painful stutter. She looked down

ced with cold irritation. "It's a ten-minute ride. I'm

twisted rage contorting Chaya's usually angelic features. But with Arthur sitting just beyond the priva