Jules had been handled.
Cleanly.
Without a word needing to be spoken.
Evelyn could feel it now—every time they crossed paths in the common rooms, every time their eyes met across the clubhouse.
That flicker of defiance Jules once carried?
Gone.
Replaced with something sharp but quiet.
Resentment, maybe.
But more than that—defeat.
Jules knew her place now.
She knew she had no leverage left, no foothold to cling to.
Because everyone had seen it.
They had seen Ronan on his knees for Evelyn.
Seen the way he unraveled for her, how he belonged to her in a way that was no longer hidden or up for debate.
Jules couldn’t compete with that.
And Evelyn loved it.
But there was still one piece left on the board.
Remy.
She was a trickier opponent.
Remy wasn’t petty or reckless like Jul
