Evelyn Walters was the perfect heiress, until one reckless night with her father’s greatest enemy ruined everything.

Pregnant, disgraced, and cast out of the Walters family, she left with nothing but her unborn child. 

Years later, she's survived. But as a single mother, the life she built was fragile until the man from her past discovered the truth.

Now he wants her and his son.

But how can Evelyn trust the father of her child... when he's also the enemy of the man who raised her?

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Excerpt:

"B-Boss... the woman you slept with that night... she wasn't the supermodel the company just signed," Dylan stammered, his voice trembling.

Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night. 

Of course, he remembered the party. 

He remembered the whiskey. 

But the woman? 

Nope. His brain served up a blank slate.

"Who was she?"

Dylan swallowed. "The first daughter of William Walters."

"Cough! Cough!"

Axel coughed violently, his face turning red and eyes wide with shock. He never thought that woman would end up in his bed. 

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Curiosity won, as always. 

Evelyn grabbed the remote and hit the power button.

The screen lit up, and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide, as if the Grim Reaper himself had just stepped out of the TV to ask for her phone number.

“What the…? Why does my personal source of misery pop up the second I turn this thing on?”

Because there he was, Axel Knight, gliding out of his luxury car like some corporate deity on his way to a business banquet.

Evelyn scrambled for the remote to turn it off, but of course, fate had other plans. 

Axel turned to the camera and gave a casual wave, acknowledging the paparazzi vultures lined up outside.

She hated to admit it, but the man looked sinfully good in his signature black suit and high turtleneck, his sleek black hair framing a face that could stop traffic and quite possibly her breathing.

Then, suddenly, her stomach clenched. Her hand instinctively rubbed her flat belly.

“Little tenant, did you just say you recognize him?”

"Mommy… are you awake? Can I come in?"


Evelyn stirred, Oliver's soft voice echoing faintly through the door. Her eyes snapped open, narrowing on the shut door with a frown. 


That was odd. Her son rarely came knocking this early unless she'd overslept, but that wasn't the reason now, because it wasn't even seven. Or worse, something had happened, like he was hurt.


Heart racing, she yanked the blanket off and stumbled to her feet. 


"Baby, are you alright..." She suddenly fell silent, leaving a tense pause in the air.


Because standing in the doorway wasn't Oliver. It was Axel Knight.


Evelyn blinked once. Twice. Three times, just in case her sleep-addled brain was playing cruel tricks on her. 


The six-foot-something wearing a slim-fit white shirt was very real, very smug, and very much not her three-year-old.


"Good morning, Evelyn," he said, his voice gentle. "You look pretty."


Chapter 45 - You Look Pretty