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Aiden sat slouched in the chair, a glass of red wine in his hand. His bloodshot eyes burned with fury, and the wound Eva had inflicted on his head was now tightly bandaged.
The once-crowded room was now empty, save for his two closest friends. Everyone else had been dismissed after Eva’s shocking outburst. Her unexpected resistance had left the entire party in stunned silence, and Aiden sat, boiling with rage, waiting for his men to return with her.
The door creaked open.
Aiden straightened up, expecting to see a battered, disheveled Eva dragged in—but instead, his men stumbled back into the room, injured and bloodied, with no Eva in sight.
“Where is that b***h?” Aiden barked, his voice laced with venom. He didn’t care about their injuries. All he cared about was getting his revenge.
The men exchanged nervous glances until one of them stepped forward, his voice shaky. “She got away… a man helped her. After he took her, he ordered his men to beat us to pu—”
Before he could finish, Aiden surged forward and punched him squarely in the face. Blood gushed from the man’s already cracked lips as he crumpled to the floor.
Still seething, Aiden turned to another and rained punches down on him too.
“You’re all useless! Why the hell am I paying you?” he screamed. “She wounded me and escaped unscathed? Are you kidding me?”
“what kind of man took her”huh?”
The air was tensed and filled with Aiden’s fury ,for the first time in his life something or someone was out of his control,he thought on how he failed to get Eva and also how she still got away after injury him,not only did she make him bleed she also hurt his ego,she embarrassed him in front of everyone,the fire in eyes burnt fiercely and he continued punching the man
One of his friends quickly intervened, grabbing Aiden’s arm to stop the beating. The man lay on the floor, barely conscious, blood streaming from his broken nose.
“Calm down,” the friend said coolly. “Even if she got away tonight, she won’t stay gone forever. Doesn’t her father’s company still owe debts? She’ll come crawling back—begging. And when that happens, not even her ‘hero’ will save her.”
Aiden’s expression slowly shifted into a sick smile. “And when she does come begging… we’ll all get a taste of her,” he sneered. “I wonder what the only princess of the Whiteney family tastes like.”
His friends chuckled darkly, eyes glinting with perverse excitement.
Reveling in the new idea, Aiden waved a hand and barked, “Get out! Go find me some new girls—young and hot.” Then, after a beat, he added coldly, “And get yourselves treated. I’m not paying you to bleed.”
The men nodded quickly, dragging the unconscious one out with them, afraid to speak another word.
As they exited, fear darkened their faces. None of them dared to mention the man who’d rescued Eva. Alan’s men had made it very clear—speak his name or describe him, and death would be a mercy,no one dared to question him because he is ALAN.
Back in the room, Aiden slumped in his chair again, surrounded by bottles of alcohol. Before long, a group of girls arrived, and the air filled with obscene laughter and the stench of liquor and lust.
Meanwhile…
Eva sat quietly on the bed, watching Alan handle documents across the room. Everything that had happened today still felt surreal. She had truly believed she was only meeting Aiden to secure help for her father’s company. She never imagined he’d humiliate her—or worse.
If it hadn’t been for Alan… she didn’t even want to imagine how the night would’ve ended.
She gave him a small, grateful smile, even though he didn’t notice. Slowly, she curled up under the covers, her exhausted mind finally drifting to sleep.
Alan, absorbed in his work, looked up when he heard her soft snores. His eyes lingered on her peaceful face, her lips parting gently as she breathed. A faint, fleeting smile touched his own lips.
But it was gone as quickly as it came.
His face returned to its usual cold sharpness as he reached for his phone. “I want her full information. Everything. Sent to my phone now,” he ordered his assistant.
There was no room for sentimentality in his world. In the mafia, only orders mattered.
Born into darkness, Alan had long since stopped seeking the light. But Eva… Eva intrigued him. Her naïveté, her fire, her fear—it was all foreign to him,it also made him curious about her and what kind of environment she grew up in because underneath her naivety is strength,not many dared bargain with him.
He wanted to see if she could survive his world. If she could live in hell without losing her light.
A few minutes later, a notification buzzed on his phone. He opened the file and scanned through the full history of Eva Whitemore—from birth to her present situation at Red Blues.
His eyes darkened. His lips curled into a twisted grin.
“Eva Whiteney…” he muttered. “You ran from a bull and straight into the arms of a fox.”
He chuckled darkly. “Let the games begin.”
With a final command to his assistant, Alan set the phone aside. He stood, walked over to the bed, and lay beside her.
For the first time in years… he slept peacefully.
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