The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 47

47 Give In!

For a brief moment, Evelyn’s mind was filled with the image of two handsome men waiting outside her door. 1

One was Axel, annoyingly poised, radiating CEO energy in his tailored suit. The other was Oliver, her adorable three–year–old son,

dressed like the tiniest executive in town.

And here she was, hiding in the bathroom like some reluctant runaway bride.

She narrowed her eyes at her reflection in the mirror before her.

“Seriously, Evelyn Taylor… a white shirt and messy hair? Your son looks like he’s running a Fortune 500 company, and you look like you

just rolled out of bed.”

After taking a deep sigh, Evelyn turned again toward the paper bag on her bed, the one Axel had delivered like it was some innocent little gift when, in truth, it was nothing but a trap.

She narrowed her eyes as she realized that Axel had dressed their son in a cute suit–an apparent trap designed to melt her heart and

persuade her to finally agree to wear the wedding gown.

“For God’s sake, Axel Knight,” she muttered, pointing at the bag as if it were Axel himself. “Was this your grand plan? To trick me?

Seriously… are you trying to give me high blood pressure before thirty?”

But of course, without her mind settled, her feet were already moving toward the bag. Then, she pulled out the gown and held it up.

She was surprised to see the gown.

This wasn’t the suffocating, floor–length gown she had imagined. No excessive lace, no dramatic train that could double as a carpet, no

scandalous slit that made brides look like they were battling frostbite. Instead, it was simple. Elegant.

An elegant, long–sleeved, A–line, vintage spring tea–length wedding gown.

She slipped it on nervously. But when she turned toward the mirror, her eyes widened,

The reflection staring back at her wasn’t the exhausted single mom who spent her nights worrying about bills and her days hiding from

her father’s shadows. No, this was a woman she barely recognized. Graceful. Calm. Beautiful.

She had done nothing special with her hair, just let it fall over her shoulders. A touch of eyeliner, the faintest hint of blush, a soft lipstick shade. Enough to bring out the glow she thought had died years ago.

“Gosh, Eve, she whispered to herself, biting her lip as her eyes grew moist. “You’re… you’re actually pretty” 1

Her chest tightened with a strange, bittersweet ache. It had been so long since she had allowed herself to feel this way, to admit she was

more than the woman her father had disowned, more than just Oliver’s mother.

Shaking off the lump in her throat, she slipped on her only pair of stilettos.

The last thing she wanted was to step outside and see Axel’s smug grin when he realized she had given in.

Because she knew… oh, she knew, he’d be standing there with that triumphant CEO expression plastered across his face.

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47 Give In!

“Eve, relax… You are not doing this for Axel Knight,” she reminded herself, clutching her hands. “I did this because of Oliver

Yes. This was all for her son. The little boy who deserved a better world, who deserved to see his parents together.

Taking a deep breath, she finally opened the door.

And of course. Exactly as predicted. 1

Axel stood there, leaning casually against the wall like a runway model, his lips curved into that victorious half–smile that made her want. to throw something heavy at him. His eyes swept over her in one smooth motion, dark and unreadable yet burning with amusement.

Evelyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

But Oliver? Oh, her sweet Oliver’s reaction nearly knocked her down. His eyes went wide, his little jaw dropped, and then his whole face

lit up like the morning sun.

“Mommy!” He ran to her and practically crashed into her legs, hugging her tightly. “You’re soooo pretty! Like a princess! Like the moon

goddess… Like a queen!” 1

Evelyn’s heart melted instantly, her cheeks flushing as she bent down to meet his sparkling gaze.

“Baby, you think so?”

“Yes… Yess…” Oliver nodded so hard his little suit tie bounced. “You’re the prettiest mommy ever!”

Her lips curved into a soft smile, her heart swelling with both joy and embarrassment. She could feel Axel’s eyes on her, like heat

warming her skin, but she stubbornly ignored him.

Still, she couldn’t ignore Oliver when he tugged her hand, pulling her toward Axel, toward the door.

“Alright, let’s go to my place,” Axel finally said, his voice calm and smooth. He stretched out his hand toward Oliver. “Buddy…”

Oliver’s tiny fingers ignored Axel; instead, he looked up at Evelyn and led her forward.

At first, she thought Oliver was going to give his hand to Axel. But instead, he did the unthinkable; he placed her hand in Axel’s. 3

“What…?! Evelyn gasped, her eyes flying wide.

Before she could snatch it back, Axel’s larger hand closed over hers firmly, as though the choice had never been hers to begin with.

“Good job, buddy; Axel said smoothly, giving Oliver a wink.

Evelyn shot him a glare so sharp it could cut his skin. Of course, Axel ignores her.

And Oliver only giggled proudly, as if he had just accomplished a great mission.

And that was how Evelyn, unwilling and fuming inside, found herself being escorted out of her apartment like some blushing bride, her small hand trapped in Axel’s steady grip.

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