The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 15

15 I Will Take Him From You!

15 I Will Take Him From You!

Evelyn’s heart ached as she spoke, but she couldn’t stop now. The words were flooding out from her lips. 1

“I raised him alone. I lied to everyone, every single day. And I know I should’ve told you, but I thought…”

She paused, her fist clenched tightly in her lap.

“God, I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting him. But then, when he was hurt…”

Her voice faltered. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself and meet Axel’s gaze.

“You saved him, Axel. You didn’t even hesitate. And all I could think was… what kind of mother keeps a boy from his father when his

father is the one who would run through fire for him?”

Her laugh came out watery and bitter, directed at herself. “So, yeah. Congratulations, Axel Knight… You’re a dad!”

She braced herself for his judgment, his anger, the cold words she knew were coming.

But instead, Axel leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on her calmly.

“You should have told me,” he said quietly.

Evelyn winced. It wasn’t loud or cruel, but it felt more hurt than if he’d shouted.

“I know,” she whispered. “I know I should have. But I was terrified. I thought you were going to kill me, you were going to drag me to the

hospital and make me abort my pregnancy, like William Walters…”

“Or maybe I was only trying to hold onto something that was mine, only mine. Oliver was… he was my whole world for me.”

Axel’s expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes flickered.

Evelyn’s lips twisted into a half–smile, trembling at the edges.

“You’re angry. I can see it. But if you’re about to yell at me, can we wait until Oliver is discharged? I’d rather not explain to my kid why we

were screaming at each other like a bad soap opera.”

Evelyn tries to change the mood, and for a split second, she thought Axel almost smiled. Or, maybe it was only her imagination.

Then his voice came, calm and steady, but filled with something that sent chills down her spine.

“He is my son…” His words were stern and not a question. He said it without a doubt, like stating an undeniable fact.

Evelyn nods, “Yes. He is. You and Oliver have so many similarities.”

The weight of it pressed down on her, both terrifying and relieving. She’d finally said it. No more hiding. No more lies.

But Axel’s silence now was worse than before. His eyes burned into her, calculating, unreadable.

And Evelyn, ever the coward in moments like this, thought frantically, ‘Please don’t say custody battle. Please don’t say lawyers. Please don’t say “I’ll take him from you.”

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Instead, Axel leaned back slowly, his gaze never leaving hers.

“We’ll talk about this. All of it. But understand this, Evelyn… I won’t be kept in the dark again. And, you and our son will move to the

capital…”

Her stomach flipped.

“What? Why? I can’t…” Evelyn asked faster, as she suddenly realized: her carefully built walls, her quiet, hidden life, her fragile peace,

they’d just shattered.

Evelyn was still reeling from his words: “We’ll talk about this. All of it. But understand this, Evelyn… I won’t be kept in the dark anymore.

And, you and our son will move to the capital.”

Her lungs froze. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. 1

The capital.

The one place she had promised herself she’d never set foot in again. Too many ghosts lived there, too many enemies with sharp eyes

and sharper knives.

She had hidden, survived in this small heaven. She built a quiet, invisible life where no one knew who she was, or whose blood ran

through her son’s veins.

And now, Axel wanted to drag her right back into the fire.

Her lips parted, shaky and small, but she forced the words out.

“I can’t. I can’t go back there, Axel. No one knows about me. About Oliver. We’re safe here. I’ve made sure of it.”

But even as she spoke, she already knew. She knew by the way Axel’s expression didn’t flicker, soften, or even register her plea. His jaw

was set like stone, his eyes unreadable but unwavering.

She might as well have whispered her rejection into a hurricane. It was pointless.

He didn’t even argue. He didn’t need to. That silence of his was louder than a hundred shouted threats.

Just by looking at him, Evelyn knew Axel Knight was not a man who accepted rejection.

Her heart sank.

‘Great. Perfect. Congratulations, Evelyn. You’ve managed to escape your father’s iron grip for years, only to land yourself in the claws of

the man he hated most. Excellent life choices, truly award–winning!’

Before she could find the courage to push again, the door opened.

A man in black walked in, his presence sharp and quiet, the kind of person who blended into shadows until summoned. He bowed slightly and held out a paper bag to Axel.

“Sir.”

Axel took it without a word, then he stood up from his seat. Evelyn stiffened when he extended the bag to her.

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“Change,” he said.

She blinked. “…What?”

His gaze flicked over her, and she suddenly remembered the blood. Her shirt and pants were ruined, crimson stains seeping through the

fabric. She hadn’t noticed in the chaos of Oliver’s collapse, but now, sitting under the sharp lighting of the VIP ward, it was glaring.

Her heart aches. It feels hurt once again when she thinks of the frightening moment in her life, carrying her bloody son into her arms.

“Change, or when Oliver wakes up, he might faint from seeing your blood–stained body.”

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