The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 89

89 A Landlord?

Oliver was already bouncing impatiently, holding the elevator for them. 1

“Mommy, Aunty Stella, hurry! My cartoon is already playing! I don’t want to miss it!”

“Yes, sweetheart, we’re coming…” Evelyn answered as she pulled Stella inside with her.

Stella’s eyes, however, were glued to the sleek elevator interior, her jaw practically dropping.

“Wow, you’re so lucky, sis. Your hubby must be the landlord here, right? That’s why you live in this beautiful place?” She whispers again.

‘Landlord? Heaven, if only you knew… Landlords collect rent. Axel collects dividends and more from his entire business empire. But sure,

let’s stick with the landlord; it sounds much less snobby and less terrifying for sure.’

“You’re right,” Evelyn said in a whisper, darting a glance at Oliver. “He owns many properties.”

She needed to spoon–feed her sister carefully, a little at a time.

No sudden reveals.

Most importantly, Evelyn needed Stella to stay quiet about their father, the family feud, and why she was kicked out years ago, especially

now that her smart son was there with them. Oliver didn’t need that kind of trauma… not yet.

However, when she thought she was safe, her sweet boy chose that exact moment to shatter her plan.

“My Daddy also owns a jet!” Oliver blurted proudly, grinning from ear to ear. “And a helicopter too.”

The elevator fell silent.

Stella’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull. “A jet… and a helicopter?” she whispered, stunned.

Evelyn froze.

“Why. Why does this child talk like an infomercial every time I try to keep a secret? Jet? Helicopter? What’s next? Daddy’s private island

with a pet tiger?‘ Evelyn sighs silently. ‘Fine, fine, at least he didn’t say Axel’s name.” 1

“Oliver…” she said slowly, her smile twitching at the corners. “Sweetheart, go wash now. Then watch your cartoon… Because there is no

cartoon after dinner time.”

Oliver gasped. He rushed to open their apartment door.

“Sweetheart, you only have less than an hour.” She added while holding her laughter.

“Sis, you are so mean… He is cuteeee, you know… Please stop teasing him.” Stella giggled as she slipped off her shoes and entered the

apartment.

“Oh, my God… I feel like I’m entering a celebrity’s crib.” Her voice echoed with amusement before she gasped for the hundredth time that evening. Her wide eyes scanned every corner of the luxurious space,

Evelyn didn’t bother replying.

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Yes, Stella, gasp away. Maybe count the chandeliers while you’re at it. By the end of tonight, you’ll be too dizzy from shock to keep

asking questions.”

She left her sister twirling around in awe while she disappeared into her bedroom to dig out a set of fresh clothes.

When she returned, Stella was planted in front of the floor–to–ceiling glass wall, staring dreamily out at the ocean.

“Stella, Evelyn called softly, “go change and clean yourself up. The bathroom’s over there. I’ll shower too before I make dinner for us…”

But Stella didn’t move. She just stayed there, staring out at the beautiful sunset sky.

Evelyn walked up beside her, following her gaze. The waves sparkled under the fading light, and the horizon turned orange, as if the

world had dipped itself into fire and honey.

For a while, neither spoke.

Then Stella whispered, her voice trembling, “Sis… have you been living in heaven all this time?”

Evelyn’s lips slightly curved into a bitter smile.

‘Heaven? If this is heaven, why do I still wake up at four a.m. panicking about my son’s future and whether Axel Knight might someday

strangle me for keeping Oliver a secret? Paradise, nope. Not until recently, when he finally found out.‘

“Hm. I’ve been here since I left the capital,” she said simply.

“Wow.” Stella finally tore her gaze from the view, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I worried for nothing, Sis. You left home and now

live in this paradise. Mom and I… we’re stuck in hell. That old man really—”

Her words broke, her voice cracking under the weight of suppressed anger. She couldn’t finish.

Instead, Stella just stared at her sister, cheeks wet, silently wiping the tears that betrayed her.

Evelyn reached out instinctively, brushing her knuckles gently over Stella’s arm. No words, just presence.

But Stella quickly sniffed, forcing a small smile as she took the clothes from Evelyn. “Let me change for a sec,” she said softly and

disappeared into the bathroom.

Left alone, Evelyn drew in a deep breath, her chest tightening with emotions she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She had long decided she didn’t care about that cursed house or the people who threw her away like trash. Yet, hearing how miserable

Stella and their mother still were, her heart ached,

‘Calm down, Eve. No reason to feel sad about the past. Your life is here now. With Oliver. With…Axel.’

She forced a smile at her own thoughts and returned to her bedroom.

A quick shower, fresh clothes, and she was ready to distract herself the best way she knew: by cooking.

And by the time Stella emerged, her face scrubbed clean, damp hair loose around her shoulders, Evelyn was already halfway through

dinner prep.

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Beef steak sizzled in the pan, the smell of garlic, other herbs, and butter filling the air.

A pot of mashed potatoes sat on the counter, waiting for her finishing touch.

“Wow…” Stella whispered again, sliding to Evelyn’s side. “I feel like I walked into a cooking show. You’re really doing all this yourself?”

“Yes. Who else?” Evelyn rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Grab a knife. You can handle the salad.”

Soon the sisters were shoulder to shoulder, chopping, mixing, stirring.

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