The Day Our Promise Breaks

Could she have gotten it all wrong?

The car's interior was deathly quiet. Dahlia watched Evelyn, who sat there cool as a cucumber, staring out the window. She couldn't figure out what Evelyn was plotting. She knew the rules: whoever broke the silence first was the one to lose their edge. But Dahlia couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Evelyn, what are you up to?" she blurted out.

Evelyn, this woman she'd crushed under her heel for years-along with her brat of a kid-had always been her plaything. So why was she acting all high and mighty now?

"You'll find out soon enough," Evelyn replied, her voice as bland as ever. She didn't give Dahlia a straight answer. She just gave her a look filled with something Dahlia couldn't quite read. This sparked a flicker of fear in her chest.

Swallowing her rising panic, Dahlia gritted her teeth. "Evelyn, if you dare lay a finger on me, Charles won't let you get away with it!"

Evelyn's gaze was unsettling, and Dahlia was genuinely rattled. Her mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts. One part of her insisted Evelyn wouldn't dare touch her. She'd always used Charles' affection for her to set traps for Evelyn, both before and after going abroad. Not once had Evelyn struck back. This time wouldn't be any different.

that Evelyn might've been pushed over the

to me. What do you plan to do with

voice was calm as she kicked a shoe-cleaning rag toward the

yanking her back as he

at the bodyguard. "Charles is the head of the Jenkins family.

Charles' eye in the Jenkins family. The guy in front of her, with

to side

words didn't even make him flinch. He stayed cold as ice, clamping down on her jaw with an

How dare

but was powerless against his strength. With a swift move, he forced her jaw open. The rag

her like royalty and

her looking ghostly pale. Unable to speak, she could only glare daggers at Evelyn. Her eyes burned with a hatred that wished