Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 3

Evangeline's alluring stance sent pulses racing.

Pop, pop, pop! Balls dropped into pockets with stunning precision.

Her skill was breathtaking. She was every bit Walter's equal, if not better.

A hidden gem, indeed.

Not just the onlookers, but even Walter's expression changed too. The sound of someone gulping was unmistakable in the tense silence.

Then there was the sheer fabric clinging to her body, barely there, which made Walter's face darken with anger.

His eyes, dark and predatory, did not miss a thing.

Who would have thought? His wife, the one who hardly left their home, had some serious secrets up her sleeve. Her skill at the pool table was not only a shock to the onlookers but to him as well-he had had no idea.

Walter's right-hand man, Hector, could tell things were about to go south and quickly ushered everyone out. However, Julia, blind to the brewing storm, stubbornly stayed put.

She had hoped to see Evangeline humiliated, but the tables had turned. It was Julia who ended up embarrassed.

When on earth had Evangeline learned to play pool like that?!

She had waited three long years for that moment. She would not rest until she saw Walter's signature on those divorce papers.

Instead, she found herself being hauled out by John Tucker, who did not hesitate to drag her away.

Before Julia was pulled out, Evangeline straightened herself and glared at her. "Julia, remember the cruise Walter booked for you tonight, the fireworks? That's all coming out of the marital assets we're splitting," she remarked. "Better transfer the money soon, or my divorce lawyer will be in touch!"

Julia was livid, her face turning a shade of green with rage. However, before she could get into it with Evangeline, John had her out the door.

The door slammed shut, leaving Evangeline and Walter alone in the room.

Evangeline, having just cleared the pool table in a smooth run, set down her cue stick and was about to speak. All of a sudden, she was yanked forward.

Her hands were pinned above her head, her body pressed against the pool table. Walter's breath, dangerously close to losing control, enveloped her.

thighs as he moved. His black silk shirt was casually unbuttoned at the top, revealing a collarbone that exuded a nonchalant yet forbidden allure, his posture regal and his demeanor cool enough to make one's heart

if he could strip away her secrets with

"Who taught you that?"

realized he had to reacquaint himself with Evangeline all over again. She was full of

where I learned it? We agreed that if

mind about having

like fire through her body. She gave a bitter laugh, unafraid. "The world is full of powerful men. What does it matter who I have kids with? Just sign the papers, and tomorrow I can put out a

to keep a man? Keep dreaming," Walter

against him fueled by the humiliations

had moved on. What was left for him to

hands off me, you brute! You're hurting

ignite

presence. "So you think you need another man to handle you? So much anger, yet you dream of

coat and carried her out of the private room,

been asked to leave, many lingered, all of them eager to witness

wished she could just disappear

her temper flaring, barely covered by her cashmere

the man's movements beneath her, Evangeline understood all too well-despite being

Her head spun, but the flush of embarrassment

out of

long years had passed. She had tried to tempt him countless times without success, starting to believe

in that heated moment, she realized it was not that he could not. He

him today? Why was he suddenly

to divorce him. She did not need this,

Evangeline thrashed wildly, marking his pricey suit with the evidence of her

was bold in

the bed. Walter loomed over her, his presence as chilling as a winter storm as he ripped off his tie and

him was palpable, a

mind, trying to escape from

Walter's iron grip on her ankle pulled her back, folding her into a position of disgrace. The sound of his belt coming

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