#Chapter 168 – Joyce

Evelyn’s blood runs cold in her body. Joyce. She fights the urge to snarl at him. Instead, she keeps her face impassive, saying nothing.

“How ironic,” Joyce says, looking slowly around at everyone in the room. “That my ex-wife shows up on the same day that my current wife abandons me.”

No one says a word. Joyce just smirks, closing the distance between himself and Evelyn. “Perhaps I’ll just take you back,” he says softly, raising a hand towards Evelyn’s face.

Evelyn works to stay perfectly still as he runs a finger down her cheek, but she can’t help her wince as his finger presses against her bruise.

“After all,” Joyce murmurs. “Sisters are basically interchangeable.”

His eyes rove over her and he smirks. Evelyn knows, instinctually, that he’s thinking of their wedding night, when he took her virginity –

That horrible night when she had failed to please him and he had taken out his anger on her, punishing her the next day by making her sit in a closet and watch as –

Evelyn presses her eyes closed, working hard to dismiss the memory. She hears him chuckle. He knows, it seems, precisely what she’s thinking about.

Evelyn’s eyes fly open, though, and her gaze snaps down as she hears Ian growl beside her, his teeth fully bared at this man. Joyce laughs down at him.

“Well, little pup,” Joyce laughs, leaning down to get a look at him. Ian’s growl only deepens, his fingers beginning to arch into his claws.

“Handsome boy,” Joyce says, looking back up at Evelyn. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure he’s not mine?”

Evelyn works fast, scooping Ian up in her arms and pressing him against her before he can say a word in defense of his father.

“Don’t speak to him,” Evelyn snarls, “don’t you dare say a word to my son.”

“And why, Evelyn,” Joyce says, his voice caressing the sound of her name, “why would I have any reason to believe that he’s not my son? After all, you had both of us within the same twenty-four hour period.”

Joyce turns his cruel attention to the back of Ian’s head. “Whose to say his seed took root in you while mine did not?”

to turn and give this man a piece of his

slowly. “It is a 50/50 split. One twin for him, and one for me.” Slowly,

her voice scathing. “Except we all know that that’s impossible.” She flicks her eyes down towards his crotch and then back up to his eyes. “Or else why haven’t you given Emma a child, in six years? Or any of the whores

dips her head to her father. “May I go?” she asks.

his head. With that, Evelyn walks right past Joyce and

s**t. s**t.

away, heading

who was that,” Ian growls,

was Joyce, baby, auntie Emma’s

he says, his voice rumbling as Evelyn

down on the bed. She puts one finger to her lips, bidding him to

she liked as a kid. Then, she beckons Ian to come close to her. She settles on the floor and he sits on her

ear. “But we can’t talk about it freely, and I don’t know if your grandfather put microphones in this room. So, we have to

glancing at the

is on,” Evelyn whispers to him, “then probably no one will hear us. We can risk it. But unless this is on, and we’re whispering, we have

lifts his mouth

such bad things about

her mouth quirking up at her bloodthirsty

Evelyn continues, her voice serious again, “you have to remember – you cannot defend your father here. I saw that you wanted to downstairs – but you can’t do that. We have to pretend like daddy is a bad person.

Ian seriously in the eye.

her. “I’m sorry mama.

a warm smile. “Now, let’s get

that night, instead pleading exhaustion and emotional distress. They stay cuddled up in bed, reading through the books that

of the things that the pair have planned. But still, with a plan like this, there was bound to be some downtime. Now it was just their job

Evelyn calls out that they can come in. The door swings open to reveal her mother, carrying a

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