The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 40

40 The Truth is Dangerous

40 The Truth is Dangerous

Evelyn could no longer hold back her emotions. She leaned forward, resting her forehead on Martha’s shoulder. 1

“I know… I understand what you’re saying. Thank you, Aunt Martha

Martha wrapped her arms around her, holding her close like a mother would. Her warmth and acceptance were exactly what Evelyn

needed, the one thing she feared losing when she confessed the truth.

And yet, deep down, Evelyn knew this was only the beginning. Martha’s support was a blessing, but the storm outside these walls. Axel’s

world, and the shadow of her past still loomed, ready to swallow her whole.

For now, though, she allows herself the rare luxury of peace. Just a moment, sitting with the only person who had never judged her, who

loved Oliver as if he were her own.

Martha stroked Evelyn’s hair gently and whispered, “Eve, remember what I always told you… No matter what, you and Oliver will never

be alone. You have me.”

“I know, Aunty… That’s why I feel grateful to you,” Evelyn said, but gradually she felt like something stabbed her heart again. The thought

of moving out of this town made her hesitant to share the news just yet.

After drowning in her own thoughts, Martha asked again, “So, what do you really feel about this Axel Knight?”

Evelyn stiffened instantly as she sat up straight. Her cheeks heated, and she looked away, pretending to adjust a cushion that didn’t need

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“Wh–What do you mean, A–Aunty…?” she asked, her voice sounding too casual to seem convincing.

Martha wasn’t fooled for a second. She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

“Oh, come now. Don’t act with me, Eve. A woman doesn’t keep the father of her child a secret for four years unless the story is…

complicated.” Martha arched a brow, leaning closer.

“So tell me… what is he to you? Beyond the scandal, beyond the newspapers, beyond the fear. What does your heart say?” Martha

continues.

Evelyn swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding faster, as if it wanted to leap out and confess everything for her. But she wasn’t ready to

voice her feelings. She’s also unsure of her feelings toward the father of her son, Axel Knight.

However, watching how Martha patiently waits for her response, she finally says, “My heart says I should be careful. I should think of

Oliver first

She hopes Aunt Martha no longer asks her. She didn’t want to think about Axel right now.

“Of course,” Martha agreed softly. “Oliver must always come first. But don’t hide behind little Oliv, Eve. Lasked about you. What you feel.”

Evelyn’s lips parted, then closed again. She was speechless.

She wanted to say she didn’t know, but that would be a lie. She knew precisely what Axel Knight stirred inside her; fear, yes… but also

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longing. The kind of longing she shouldn’t be feeling after everything that had happened.

Finally, she whispered, “He terrifies me.”

Martha’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.

“And yet.” Evelyn continued, her voice shaking, “when he’s near… I feel very safe. I have never felt that safe before. Isn’t that ridiculous?

The man who should be the greatest danger in my life is also the one who makes me feel protected.”

Martha’s expression softened. “That doesn’t sound ridiculous at all. It sounds like the truth.”

Evelyn let out a harsh little laugh, then turned her gaze away from Martha, looking at the tightly shut door of Oliver’s playroom.

Then she took a deep sigh before turning to look at Martha again and expressing her thoughts, “The truth is dangerous. Being involved

in his world will be dangerous. But he promised to protect me and Oliver. So…”

Martha leaned back casually and spoke thoughtfully, “Eve, maybe it’s just complicated…” She paused, waiting for Evelyn’s response, but

the girl only looked at her with a smile.

“Tell me… when you think about the future, do you see him there? With you and Oliver?” Martha asked again.

Evelyn froze. The answer, as clear as day in her mind, was YES. However, her throat feels so dry, and for a long moment, she couldn’t

speak.

Since Axel came to this town, from day one, they have crossed paths again, and her mind has been filled with thoughts of him.

She saw him at Oliver’s side, teaching him to ride a bike, taking him to the park, laughing at his little mischiefs.

She saw him sitting at a table with her, sharing quiet dinners.

She saw him everywhere.

But admitting that felt like stepping off a cliff with no safety net.

“L…” She shook her head quickly, pushing the image away. “I can’t think about that right now. It’s too dangerous to hope for something

like that.”

Martha sighed, her smile wistful. “You remind me so much of myself when I was your age.”

That startled Evelyn.

“Me? How?”

“When I met my late husband,” Martha said, her eyes softening at the memory, “he wasn’t exactly the safe choice either. My family

thought I was mad. He was brash, impulsive, and always in some kind of trouble. But he loved me, Eve. Fiercely, completely. And that love

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