The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover - Chapter 227

Chapter 227: This is My Favorite Plot Twist
Evelyn smiled at him. “So what now? What did my dad do after you told him everything?”

“He cried. Then he swore he would never see her again. I think he is finally learning his lesson.”

Evelyn let out a long breath of relief. “Good. That woman deserves every ounce of karma coming her way.”

“Speaking of karma,” Axel said, eyeing her phone, “are you going to reply to her?”

A wicked grin tugged at Evelyn’s lips. “Oh, I will. Just not politely.”

Axel lifted an eyebrow. “Do you need help?”

“I think I have learned enough from the master.”

He chuckled, warm and proud. “That’s my wife.”

Evelyn opened the message thread, typed quickly, and hit send.

“Maybe William finally realized you are the problem. Try reflection, not manipulation.”

She set her phone down and leaned back, feeling a satisfying warmth spread through her chest.

“Savage,” Axel murmured.

“Learned from the best,” she replied.

Axel reached over and brushed his thumb across her cheek. His touch was soft but carried that quiet confidence she had grown addicted to.

Her cheeks warmed under his gaze. She pushed his hand away playfully. “Focus on the road, Mr. Knight.”

“As you wish, Mrs. Knight,” he said with a grin before looking forward again.

For a moment, the car settled into a peaceful silence.

Evelyn watched the sunlight reflect off passing buildings and felt her heart steady.

The chaos that had stalked her these past months finally felt distant, almost unreal.

But then a thought flashed across her mind, sharp enough to make her sit up straight.

“Axel,” she called, startling him. “How about Lana’s son? Is he actually my dad’s child?”

Instead of answering, Axel burst into laughter.

Evelyn blinked, then began laughing as well, the sound filling the car.

“Wow, so he is not my father’s son? This is my favorite plot twist. I bet my father will soon crawl back to Alice, begging for her forgiveness. What a poor soul. He must be regretting every stupid mistake he made in his life.”

“Well, you are wrong, Eve. That boy is your father’s son.”

Evelyn stopped laughing.

“What? He is? Then why were you laughing?”

“I laughed,” Axel said calmly, “because I am going to make your father believe that boy is not his. I will alter every DNA test they have. I will make sure Lana goes crazy trying to convince him.”

Evelyn gasped, staring at him with wide eyes.

The way he said it, so relaxed, as if he were discussing dinner plans, made her throat tighten. His plan was undeniably evil. But she did not stop him. She did not even consider it.

Because William Walters deserved every piece of the ruin headed his way. He had hurt her, Alice, and Stella so deeply. She even had to spend years drowning in pain. If this were Lady Justice doing, she would not stand in her way.

For the first time in years, she felt a deep, overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Her father would finally face consequences for everything he had destroyed.

The car continued down the long, sunlit road, and the tension in her chest slowly began to ease. Just as she began to relax again, her phone buzzed.

Another message from Lana lit up the screen.

“You will regret this, Evelyn.”

Evelyn smiled and read the message to Axel. He chuckled lightly at the sight of it.

She turned to him, a slight worried frown forming.

“You are not afraid she will try something crazy? Something dangerous to harm me?”

Axel reached over and took her hand. His grip was steady, warm, and claiming.

His voice dropped to a low, particular tone that sent a strange shiver through her. “Let her try. She will regret it immediately.”

Evelyn smiled, slow and sure, because she knew he meant every word.

Sitting beside him, with the afternoon light catching the edge of his jaw and his fingers wrapped around hers, she felt safe.

…

At the Hope Medical Centre.

The quiet of William Walters’s treatment room felt heavy and suffocating.

After hours of desperate begging, Lana was finally allowed to enter. She rushed toward him the moment the door closed, but the look in his eyes stopped her in her tracks.

His gaze held nothing but disgust.

He stared at the woman he once loved, the same woman who had destroyed everything he had spent a lifetime building.

Because of her, he had lost his status, his family, his wealth. And with the truth still echoing violently in his mind, he feared he might lose whatever remained of his sanity next.

He hated her. But worse, he hated himself for ever falling for her.

William sat stiffly on the sofa, his stomach twisting painfully despite the painkillers.

Lana sat across from him, her head wrapped in bandages, bruises blooming along her arms and neck from the accident. Yet even her injured state stirred no sympathy in him.

Looking at her only made him sick.

“Speak. What do you want?” William demanded, his voice cold and sharp.

Lana’s lips trembled.

“Will, what happened to you? Why won’t you let me take care of you? Let me stay here with you, please.” Her words came out with soft, shaky sobs.

William’s fists clenched, knuckles whitening as he fought to contain the fury rising inside him.

“Our relationship is over, Lana.”

Her eyes widened, shimmering with tears.

“What? Why? Why would you suddenly say that? You told me you would divorce Alicia and marry me. Why did you change your mind, Will?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, falling fast and messy.

But William felt no guilt, no hesitation.

Her performance, once capable of fooling him, now looked painfully obvious. He saw her for what she truly was. A cunning woman. A manipulator. A parasite who had nearly destroyed his life while hiding a secret lover and her own twisted plans.

He looked at her with pure bitterness.

“You think I do not know?” William hissed, his voice low and trembling with hurt. “Do not pretend your tears mean anything. I know everything now, Lana. All your lies. All your games. All the ways you planned to use me until I had nothing left.”

Lana froze, her breath catching.

William leaned back, exhausted but firm.

“Whatever you were trying to build with me,” he said quietly, “it ends today.”