CHAPTER -6
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Next day..
The sky was overcast as she walked out of her last lecture, the cool breeze brushing against her face. Her earbuds were in, her hoodie up, and her eyes focused straight ahead—until a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Evelyn.”
She turned slowly.
Noah.
Leaning casually against the wall near the university gate, like he hadn’t shattered her just days ago. Like he had every right to stand there with that same smug, manipulative smile that once made her heart skip.
“What the hell do you want?” she asked coldly, yanking her earbuds out.
He pushed off the wall, hands in his pockets. “Just five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”
She folded her arms, keeping her distance. “Five minutes to say what? That you didn’t mean it? That it was a ‘mistake’? That I misunderstood?”
“Evie…”
“Don’t call me that.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “I messed up, okay? I was stupid. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Evelyn let out a cold laugh. "You didn't mean to? You lied to me. You used me. You cheated on me. How do you 'accidentally' screw someone else while dating me, Noah?"
He stepped closer. "Look, it didn’t mean anything. It was just... a weak moment. But you—what we had—that was real."
"Was it? Because it felt like I was the only one in it."
His smile wavered. The charm faded. "You don’t have to do this. We can start over. Clean slate."
"I'm not interested."
He paused. The mask cracked.
"So that’s it? You’re just walking away from me? After everything we had?"
Evelyn straightened her spine. Her voice was calm, but her eyes were blazing. "No. I’m walking away from who I used to be. The girl who would’ve cried and begged for you to stay. The girl who tolerated your lies and let you dim her light. She’s gone."
His jaw tightened.
She turned to leave.
And that’s when he snapped.
Noah’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist hard enough to make her flinch. “Don’t walk away from me, Evelyn.”
Her body tensed. "Let go."
"I know you still love me. You’re just angry. But we can fix this."
"Let. Go."
He yanked her closer.
"Stop acting like you’re some kind of saint now. I know you. You’re not above this. You were nothing before me."
The words cut deep, but she didn't show it. Her lips parted to tell him off—
But she didn’t have to.
Because in that moment, a shadow fell over them.
A hand gripped Noah’s shoulder and ripped him backward.
Lucian Blackwood.
Cold. Tall. Furious.
In all-black, jaw clenched, brown eyes darker than a thunderstorm.
He didn’t say a word.
He just punched Noah. Hard. Straight to the jaw.
Noah stumbled back, hitting the pavement. “What the hell—”
Lucian didn’t wait.
He grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the metal fence nearby. “Touch her again,” Lucian hissed, his voice dangerously low, “and I swear to God, you’ll leave here in pieces.”
Noah tried to shove him off. “Who the hell are you? Her bodyguard?”
Lucian’s fist came down again—faster, angrier.
“No,” he growled. “I’m the man who’ll break your face for even looking at her the wrong way.”
Evelyn watched in shock as fists flew, the crowd around them growing. Her heart was racing, not from fear—but from the fire burning in Lucian’s eyes. Controlled rage. Not for himself. For her.
Lucian pinned Noah to the ground, his knee on his chest.
“She told you to back off. You didn’t listen.”
“Lucian, stop,” Evelyn said softly, stepping forward. “He’s not worth it.”
Lucian froze for a second. His chest heaved. Then slowly, he stood up, breathing hard, eyes never leaving Noah.
“You even breathe near her again,” Lucian spat, “and I will ruin you.”
Noah coughed, crawling back, humiliated and bloody. “You’re both insane.”
“No,” Evelyn said, her voice cold and final. “Just done with your bullshit.”
Noah stumbled away, disappearing into the crowd.
Lucian turned toward her.
For the first time, his voice was softer. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I am now.”
He stared at her for a long moment, eyes flickering with something unreadable.
“I was just passing by,” he murmured. “Didn’t expect to see that.”
Evelyn smirked faintly, adrenaline still buzzing. “Lucky me, then.”
Lucian looked away for a second, then back at her. “Next time… don’t handle it alone.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
A long silence stretched between them—charged, unspoken.
Then, without another word, Lucian turned and walked off, fists still clenched.
And Evelyn stood there, watching his retreating figure.
Not because she was shaken.
But because something in her chest refused to settle.
Not fear.
Not adrenaline.
Just him.
Lucian Blackwood.
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