Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Evangeline held her gaze before breaking into a sly smile. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she sauntered toward Walter, heels clicking on the floor. She pulled out a disinfectant wipe and, with a show of casual authority, began to clean the spot on his silk shirt that Julia had touched.

"You think I want to be in this dump? I'm only here because Grandpa and Mom wouldn't stop nagging."

She tossed the wipe away and straightened his collar with feigned nonchalance. "Are you done playing around? Ready to go home?"

"Go home for what? To play house and make babies?" Walter's dark eyes shimmered with a mysterious allure as he towered over her. "Do you really think you're fit to bear my children?"

A laugh escaped Evangeline, a mix of disbelief and pain. Her heart ached like never before.

She had, once upon a time, truly wanted to be a mother.

Cole was getting on in years, and late-stage lung cancer was a clear sign his days were numbered. His dying wish was to see her and Walter have a baby.

Little did anyone know, she had been harboring a secret crush on him for years.

As she recalled his past indifference and the dazzling fireworks he had launched for Julia just that New Year's Eve, a faint smile played on Evangeline's lips.

"If you're so against the idea of being with me, you could just handle things yourself and donate the outcome for in vitro fertilization. Your grandfather is on my back about this, and if you can't get me pregnant in three months, you might kiss your future as the Gordon family heir goodbye!

"Having a kid benefits us both, I swear. Once it's done, you're free to live it up. I won't ask questions..."

At last, Walter snapped. He firmly grabbed her chin and shoved her onto the billiard table.

His jaw was as sharp as a blade, his gaze deep enough to send shivers down her spine.

He smirked icily. "What's this? Am I just your baby-making machine to lock down your status? Evangeline, have you no decency left?"

Decency?

She had thrown that out the window long ago, had she not? Ever since she had blackmailed him into marriage with an old engagement promise, decency was off the table.

pain, her challenge was unmistakable. "So, will you or won't you? This is your last chance to

of unspoken feelings. He was not one to

was deliberate, his lips a straight line that struck a chord in

said, her

eyes leisurely over the crowd, a picture of ease and

pulled out a document she had been hiding for far too

me a child, what's the point in keeping you around? And with all your pals here, it's as good a time as any for a divorce, Walter. Once I'm free, I can find someone else to start a family with! "Here's the divorce papers I drew up. Give them a once-over, and if they're all good, just sign on the dotted line.

papers onto the pool table, where they landed with a slap

a hole in her purse for ages, but she never found the guts to pull

done holding back. She would not let Walter shame

went silent as her words hung in the air. Everyone was shocked, the tension so thick that they could

slapped with ice, his face a mask of

Walter, the man who

check, watched Walter,

hollow laugh that did not reach his eyes. She had never seen him look at

the instigator, piped up, "Evangeline, let's talk this out. You finally married Walt, and you want a divorce just like that? If you're upset because he was

I'd never forgive myself!" she said, offering the pool cue to Evangeline with feigned

did not take the bait. Instead, she gave Julia a

to learn to play? No, she just figured Evangeline, the country girl, would not know how and wanted to watch her make a fool of

man who can't even have kids, and you're treating him like he's some

is not like that!" Julia snapped,

He was astounding. The mere thought of him sent

piercing as she taunted, "So, have you tested his

fists tightened, her

him just because we're through. Even if I don't want to be Mrs. Walter Gordon anymore,

a nerve. Julia

could see the look in Walter's eyes, but there was an unmistakable chill in