CHAPTER 13 — Collision
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The restaurant door opened, and the shift in the room was immediate.
Conversations slowed. Eyes turned.
I didn’t look up right away.
I didn’t need to.
“Seems we have company,” Adrian said, glancing past me with a faint smile.
I set my glass down before lifting my gaze.
Rafael stood there, still and composed, his attention locked on me. Not the room. Not Adrian.
Only me.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then he walked over.
Each step was controlled, but there was something sharper beneath it now. Something no longer restrained.
He stopped at our table.
“Move.”
Cold. Direct.
Adrian leaned back slightly, unfazed. “I don’t think so.”
“That wasn’t a request.”
“And this isn’t your seat.”
The tension tightened instantly.
“Enough.”
My voice cut through cleanly.
They both looked at me.
“Sit,” I said to Rafael.
A pause. Then he pulled the chair and sat.
Not willingly.
But he did.
Rafael glanced at Adrian. “You’re wasting your time.”
Adrian rested his arm on the table. “I rarely do.”
“She’s not someone you can handle.”
A faint smile appeared. “I like challenges.”
Rafael leaned forward slightly. “That’s a mistake.”
“Or an opportunity.”
Silence pressed in.
Then he turned to me.
“You’re entertaining this?”
“Him?” I asked lightly.
“Yes.”
“Then yes.”
No hesitation.
His expression shifted, subtle but real.
“You’re working with him?”
“Yes.”
That was enough.
“You’re not partnering with him.”
I tilted my head. “Watch me.”
The silence snapped.
Adrian’s interest sharpened. This was no longer just business.
“Evelyn—”
“Miss Hayes.”
The correction landed hard.
His jaw tightened. “You’re making a mistake.”
I stood slowly, meeting his gaze.
“No. I already made that mistake.”
A pause.
“I chose you once,” I continued. “I won’t do it again.”
That hit.
Rafael stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.
“Evelyn.”
My name sounded different now.
I didn’t step back.
“You think this is a game?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then stop acting like it.”
“I’m not the one playing.”
Silence stretched.
“You’re still my—”
He stopped.
Too late.
I held his gaze. “Finish it.”
He didn’t.
Because he couldn’t.
“I don’t belong to you,” I said quietly. “I don’t answer to you. And I don’t need your permission.”
His hand tightened against the table.
“You think I’ll let this happen?”
“You don’t get a say.”
The truth settled between us.
Adrian stood, breaking the moment. “I think that’s enough for today.”
Then he looked at me. “Shall we?”
I picked up my bag. “Yes.”
Rafael’s expression darkened. “You’re leaving?”
“Obviously.”
“With him?”
“Yes.”
He stepped forward, blocking me for a second.
“If you walk out with him,” he said, voice low, “don’t expect me to stay silent.”
A faint smile touched my lips.
“Were you ever?”
I walked past him without stopping.
Didn’t look back.
Adrian followed.
The door opened, then closed behind us.
Just like that—
I left again.
Inside, the silence lingered.
Rafael didn’t move.
His breathing stayed controlled, but something beneath it had shifted.
“She thinks she can replace me,” he said quietly.
No one answered.
His gaze darkened.
“No.”
His fingers curled slowly.
“That’s not happening.”
Daniel stepped closer. “Sir… there’s something you should know.”
Rafael didn’t look at him. “Say it.”
Daniel hesitated. “Cole Holdings isn’t acting alone.”
That made him turn.
“Explain.”
“The deal,” Daniel said carefully, “is backed by a private structure. It doesn’t trace to Cole.”
A pause.
“It leads to Hayes Group.”
Silence.
Realization settled quickly.
This wasn’t a coincidence.
She hadn’t followed Adrian.
She had positioned him.
Rafael’s gaze shifted toward the closed door.
For the first time, the situation became clear.
He hadn’t interrupted her move.
He had walked into it.
And somewhere outside—
Evelyn wasn’t reacting to him at all.
She was already ahead.
Setting the board.
And he was just starting to understand—
He was no longer in control.
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