Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife (Eveline)

Chapter 401

Chapter 401 401: I told you...he wouldn't win

As per Jedrick's orders, Eveline was ushered into the base without resistance.

No one dared to question her. No one dared to stop her.

Her face remained a perfect mask — blank, unreadable — but her mind was razor sharp, absorbing every detail: the cameras tucked into the corners, the silent nods exchanged between the guards, and the subtle way her guide kept his hand near his weapon.

Alone. Surrounded. But not defeated.

Every step she took echoed in her ears, syncing with the heavy pounding of her heart. She had crossed a threshold now, one where survival depended not on strength alone, but on nerve, on the ability to see one second ahead of her enemy.

She had challenged Jedrick, dared to turn the game against him.

And she knew exactly what that would cost her.

They led her up a narrow staircase, metal groaning underfoot, to a heavy door that loomed like the mouth of some ancient beast.

Without a word, her escort opened it, revealing a large room bathed in muted light.

And there he was.

Jedrick. Seated like a king on his throne, a cigar balanced between two fingers, the smoke curling around him like a living thing. His dark eyes gleamed with a twisted kind of amusement the moment he saw her.

"You seem... determined," Jedrick drawled, his voice thick and deceptively casual, rumbling through the space like a slow-moving storm.

Eveline stood her ground, forcing herself not to flinch as the door clanged shut behind her. Her gaze swept the room — no sign of her parents, not yet. Just Jedrick, lounging like a predator savoring the arrival of its prey.

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied her, the silence stretching dangerously thin.

There was something about her — the way she held herself — that made his skin crawl.

That stubborn set to her jaw.

The quiet fire in her eyes.

A flicker of memory flashed through him — Jonathan, younger, proud, and defiant.

The resemblance stabbed at Jedrick's gut, fueling the hatred that had festered for too long.

A cruel, low laugh rumbled from his chest, breaking the moment.

"You're just like him," he sneered, his lip curling. "Jonathan's spirit. His arrogance. Passed down like a disease."

Eveline tilted her head slightly, her voice calm but carrying an edge sharper than any blade.

"I am," she said quietly. "But I doubt you know me as well as you think, Uncle."

Her words hit harder than any scream, laced with a quiet promise:

You have no idea what I'm capable of.

Jedrick's smirk faltered, just for a second.

But it was enough.

sliver of hesitation, Eveline

had stepped into the lion's den — but

masking the flash of unease behind a slow, deliberate smile. He crushed the half-burnt cigar into a nearby ashtray, the

he said,

"Or maybe just foolish."

intimidate — but she had faced monsters before. She had lived through nights darker

shadow she had to

few feet away. His voice softened into a mockery of kindness. "A daughter deserves that much, doesn't

nothing. Her silence was the

Jedrick's expression darkened,

one," he sneered. "After everything I've done to break you, you still cling

struck deeper than he intended. But Eveline's response was only

Jedrick," she said, each word deliberate, razor-edged. "After

He stiffened.

head.

snarling dog. "You dare mock me when you

begged," Eveline said coolly. "You

like that, he

something shifted in the

Then—

red lights pulsed overhead.

head toward the ceiling as

"What the—?" he barked.

a guard stumbled in, panic

west wing!

absolute calm, she

face her. "What the hell are

the monitors above the desk flicker and

His live feed.

The courtyard.

The hall.

The perimeter.

Bodies.

His men.

Lying motionless. Silent. Defeated.

his team, nowhere to

ago, he was sure of his

But now…

do?" he whispered, his

back in the chair, crossing her legs. She looked every inch the conqueror he

on fear, Jedrick," she said quietly. "But you forgot that fear fades.

lunged forward, fury overtaking logic, but a blast

think you're smart?" Jedrick growled, his voice laced with venom, his eyes blazing like wildfire, ready to

his fury with unshaken calm, her posture unyielding. "I'd say I am," she said smoothly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have begged me to

graceful but deliberate, and walked toward the surveillance console with measured poise.

Jedrick's breath caught.

watched the footage flicker—room after room filled with his guards lying unconscious. Not dead. Not bleeding. Just...

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