Vows Written In Betrayal

CHAPTER 4

The rehabilitation room fell into heavy silence as the television continued playing.

Evelyn stared at the screen, her pulse hammering painfully in her ears while reporters crowded around the courthouse entrance like vultures.

Lucas looked tense beneath the flashing cameras.

Sophia clung tightly to his arm despite the chaos.

And beside them—

Damian Hayes moved through the crowd with cold composure, one hand adjusting the sleeve of his charcoal coat while security pushed reporters back.

Untouchable.

As always.

Evelyn felt anger rise sharply in her chest again.

Her father slowly muted the television.

“She can’t get involved in this,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

Evelyn turned toward him instantly. “Too late.”

He looked exhausted suddenly. Older than she had ever seen him.

“Evelyn…”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m tired of everyone talking around me like I’m a child.”

Her father rubbed a trembling hand over his face. “There are things you don’t understand.”

“Then explain them.”

Pain flickered across his expression.

For years, Evelyn had accepted silence because she believed protecting him mattered more than demanding answers. But now the lies surrounded her from every direction—Lucas, Sophia, Damian, even her own father.

She couldn’t breathe inside half-truths anymore.

“Did Lucas know what his father did?” she asked carefully.

Her father hesitated too long.

And that hesitation answered enough.

Evelyn felt physically sick.

“All those years…” she whispered. “He sat in our house. Ate dinner with us. Watched you fall apart.”

“He was young.”

“So was I.”

Her father closed his eyes briefly.

The room suddenly felt unbearably small.

Evelyn stood abruptly and grabbed her coat. “I need air.”

“Evelyn, wait—”

But she was already gone.

—

Rain poured steadily over Manhattan by the time she stepped outside the rehabilitation center. The cold soaked through her coat almost instantly, but she barely noticed.

Everything hurt too much to care about weather.

Lucas’ face haunted her thoughts.

The kindness she once trusted now felt rehearsed. Every comforting word from the past suddenly carried shadows behind it.

Had he stayed close to her because of guilt?

Because of pity?

Or because keeping her close protected his family’s secrets?

Her stomach twisted violently.

A black umbrella suddenly appeared above her head.

Evelyn froze.

She already knew who it was before turning around.

Damian Hayes stood beside her beneath the rain, his expression unreadable.

“How do you keep finding me?” she asked tiredly.

“You’re easy to predict when upset.”

Something about that irritated her immediately.

“I’m glad my emotional breakdown is entertaining for you.”

“It isn’t.”

The seriousness in his tone made her glance at him properly.

Rain blurred the city around them while traffic hissed through flooded streets nearby. Damian stood close enough that she caught the faint scent of cedar and expensive cologne beneath the storm.

Annoyingly distracting.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she muttered.

“And yet I am.”

Evelyn looked away first.

Of course she did.

Damian had a way of holding eye contact that felt dangerous, like he noticed more than people intended to reveal.

“I saw the news,” she said finally. “You’re representing Lucas.”

“Yes.”

The answer came without hesitation.

That stung more than she expected.

“So you’re protecting him now too?”

“I’m protecting the company.”

“There’s a difference?”

Damian studied her quietly before speaking.

“You think this world is built on loyalty. It isn’t.” His voice remained calm against the sound of rainfall. “It’s built on leverage.”

Evelyn folded her arms tightly. “You really do sound like a villain sometimes.”

A faint smirk touched his mouth briefly.

“And yet you keep talking to me.”

She hated that he had a point.

Damian glanced toward the rehabilitation center behind her. “How’s your father?”

The question caught her off guard.

“Why do you care?”

His gaze darkened slightly. “Because unlike what you believe, I never wanted him destroyed.”

Evelyn stared at him carefully.

Part of her wanted to reject every word that came out of his mouth automatically. It was easier that way. Easier to hate him than reconsider years of resentment.

But another part of her remembered the way he looked in the SUV last night when Lucas mentioned her father.

Not guilty.

Angry.

There was a difference.

“What really happened back then?” she asked quietly.

Damian’s jaw tightened almost invisibly.

“Not here.”

“Convenient.”

“Careful, Evelyn.”

The warning in his tone made heat rise unexpectedly beneath her skin.

She stepped closer before she could stop herself. “Or what?”

For one dangerous second, neither of them moved.

Rain fell steadily around them while the city blurred into distant noise.

Damian lowered his umbrella slightly so only the two of them existed beneath it.

“You keep looking at me like you want someone to blame,” he said softly. “But if you learn the full truth, you may not survive what it does to you.”

The intensity in his voice unsettled her.

Before Evelyn could respond, her phone rang sharply.

Sophia.

Again.

Evelyn nearly ignored it.

Then she noticed the time.

Three missed calls already.

Something felt wrong.

Slowly, she answered.

“Sophia?”

All she heard at first was breathing.

Uneven.

Panicked.

Then Sophia whispered, “I need you.”

Evelyn frowned instantly. “What happened?”

“I think someone’s following me.”

The fear in Sophia’s voice sounded real.

Not dramatic.

Not manipulative.

Real.

Evelyn’s heartbeat quickened.

“Where are you?”

“At Lucas’ penthouse.” Sophia sounded close to tears now. “Please come.”

Evelyn hesitated.

Damian noticed immediately.

“What is it?”

Before she could answer, Sophia suddenly gasped sharply on the phone.

Then came a loud crashing sound.

A scream.

And the line went dead.

Evelyn’s blood turned cold.

“Sophia?”

Nothing.

“Sophia!”

Still nothing.

Damian was already pulling his phone from his coat. “Get in the car.”

“What?”

“Now.”

Something in his expression had changed completely.

No more sarcasm.

No more calm amusement.

Just sharp focus.

Dangerous focus.

Rain soaked through Evelyn’s coat as panic surged through her chest.

“What if something happened to her?”

Damian grabbed her wrist before she could rush toward the street blindly.

The contact sent shockwaves through her instantly.

His hand was warm.

Steady.

Grounding.

“Listen to me carefully,” he said lowly. “If Sophia Laurent is involved in this investigation deeper than I think she is…”

He stopped abruptly.

Evelyn’s pulse hammered harder.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Damian looked directly into her eyes.

Then said the one thing she never expected.

“Your father’s case never ended, Evelyn.”

Lightning flashed across the storm-darkened Manhattan skyline.

And somewhere in the city—

Sophia Laurent had just disappeared.