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Chapter Two

Evelyns POV

Everyone stared at me, confused at why I said no. Kelly stood frozen like she wasn't sure what to say next. I looked over to Grey. “We built this together, my father gave it to both of us, to both of our families.” He looked up at me, and I saw a flash of hesitation. He was listening to me. “I know we have our problems, but we have options. This girl will find somewhere to go. We can work on us again, Grey, we can bring this back to where it should be.” He nodded at me and looked at Kelly. Before he could speak her tears became like rivers streaming down her face. “You can't do this, Grey Hunter, I am carrying your child.” My heart sank. I couldn't believe these words were leaving her lips. She was jumping into this desperate plea already. I couldn't understand. I looked at Grey, who was shocked, but celebrating in his eyes. I watched as his chest rose and fell quickly before he stood before her. I looked around and the men were buying into her tears as well. This beautiful young psychopath had won over their sympathies. “Are you serious?” Grey asked. She fell to her knees, sobbing, before opening her mouth again. “Yes, the baby, it’s yours. My baby can't grow up without a father, Grey, He needs you.” Her cries made me want to scream. This woman was evil, I have seen it. In my head, in the mirror, in my dreams. She killed me. He was going to let her stay and she was going to find a way to get rid of me again. I had to find a way to earn my father's men back. I had to take them and leave Grey. He could have her and his heir. So many pieces of before were still missing. The flashes only came when they wanted to. I couldn't make them come. I tried. “Evelyn, I know I have no right to ask you this, but please see it in your heart to not throw a woman and her unborn child out on the street. I have nowhere to go.” She cried out loudly before almost collapsing on the floor. I looked over to Grey who now looked excited. “Fine, stay” I said standing from the table. I didn't storm out, I forced myself to calmly walk from the room. I will have to leave this place. I will leave Grey; I will take what my father left me with me. It won't be that easy I know, but I will figure it out. I will win them over one by one. I already know many I can count on. I know I have support from the men I came up with. The ones who stood by my father all the years he lived. For the others, I can use my own womanly charm, and ties to these men, and take them right out the door with me. That will leave Grey less than half as strong as he thinks he is. I will have to work fast and meticulously, before Kelly can get her claws into me again. I took a deep breath and sent Sana a text I knew she would find strange.

To: Sana

Hey, if you were to want to know everything about me for a biography, where would you look?

Also, new girl Kelly, says she is pregnant with Grey’s child. We need to talk.

Loves, Eve

I threw my phone on my bed and forced myself not to cry. I won't cry over this, not this time around. I don't have time to cry. I must plan. I must refresh my memories. I must learn who I was, the things I can't remember. There are bits and pieces missing from before, things I don't remember. I remember her face, I remember the pain, the emotions, everything leading up to her. I remember my father’s deathbed, the promise Grey and I both made. I remember working hard to build the family we have here. The blending of my family and his was in some ways like mixing a group of vampires and werewolves in the beginning. I need to play on that. Find men from my family that weren't as keen about the merger as others. They will help me find a way to part the seas with the least number of casualties. It will be a war, I know, but hopefully not the type of war that causes a lot of blood and mayhem. More of a silent war, where no one gets hurt. I don't wish for anyone in this family to get hurt. Well, only Kelly. I shook my head at my heartless thought. I wasn't sure about a lot in my past, but I was sure I wasn't this cruel. My dad would never have let me become like that. I fell back on my bed waiting for a response from Sana. She will know how to find information about me, and surely will have much to say about this pregnancy thing. She will be angry. Grey is not her favorite person. They used to get along very well; I believe before I found out about my infertility. When he began treating me like I did something wrong, she found issue with that. I needed to find a record of those who used to be just there for me. I know there were a few but with the cloudiness in my mind, I can't seem to work them out. I know my dad had date books, and address books. I should have something somewhere with my personal information in. I am a very organized person, I know that.

I started searching my room for clues. Things my mind isn't letting me remember. I looked through my desk and found an old checkbook, and some phone numbers. I will call the numbers to see who answers, I tucked them safely down in my purse. My phone tinged on the bed, and I walked to it, hoping Sana could give me some type of answer. Something that can help me remember more than I had so far.

Eve,

He is a monster. Kelly needs to go. This isn't fair. I will be to see you soon.

p.s. I would check your little leather-bound journals, usually you hide them in the closet.

Loves more, San

I responded thank you, telling her I couldn't wait to see her. When I walked to the closet and opened the door, a flash of memories flooded me. I saw myself in tears with a leather-bound book in my hand. Words spilling on the pages, my innermost thoughts. The closet was the home of these books, Sana was right. I knew she could help. I looked under a few of the throws on the shelf and found a stack of those very same books. When I pulled them down, the smell of them refreshed my mind. I had written that day, the day she took my life. I have written about the child, the pain, the anger. I wondered to myself if she had read them. I will lock them up from now on, in my vanity, with my jewelry. I sat in front of the mirror, wiping off the red lipstick I had pointlessly put on that morning. When opening the first journal, I found many sentences I didn't really remember jotting down. I read them sporadically flipping through the pages of each one. I grabbed the key from my purse and opened the drawer to slide the little leather books inside. The words I remembered writing the day Kelly took my life not yet there. I hadn't yet written them, and I would allow them to show up on the pages. I flipped through each book before sliding it in the drawer.

The last one sat on the cherry wood of the vanity, almost beckoning me to open it. I don't know why but this one seemed to be important. I opened it, realizing in this one I had written about my father. This was the one I was using when I learned of his sickness, when I learned, he wasn't going to make it, and after his passing. I looked up into the mirror, remembering doing the same thing with tears streaking down my face on that day. I promised my father we would care for this world he created. Now I must rip it apart and rebuild once again. I flipped forward quickly not wanting to feel the way I felt that day. I felt some loose pages trying to escape the binding. While organizing the journal. I suddenly saw a name: Dante Stryker.

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