The pressure was building and for Damien Vale, it was beginning to feel like drowning.
His jaw tightened as he tossed another tabloid onto the table, each headline circling around Evelyn.
“Who is the Bride Really?” “Ex-fiancé Rumored Alive?” “Ghost of Blackstone Returns?”
He stood in front of the mirror adjusting his cufflinks, irritation thick on his face.
“Evelyn,” he called sharply, walking into her room. “What are all these rumors? Why does your name keep getting dragged in this madness?”
Evelyn looked up from her seat at the vanity, trying to act calm. “It’s just gossip, Damien. Trashy papers looking for clicks.”
“Then why are people whispering about a man you once loved? About Adrian?”
Her heart skipped. “I don’t know. He’s dead. Everyone knows that.”
“Then why is someone tar
