Fated to the Alpha Who Killed Me (by Sherry) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Violet’s POV:

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I ducked my gaze away from Evan’s steady scrutiny, though I couldn’t deny I’d been stealing glances at him throughout the evening. My furtive looks weren’t driven by attraction but by sheer curiosity about his popularity among women.

With such devastating looks and natural charm, it was remarkable that in my previous life he’d devoted himself exclusively to Celeste. I had to admire her skill-conquering both Daemon and Evan required perfect timing, Aurora’s transplanted heart, and Celeste’s own manipulative prowess. Every element had been essential to her success.

In this timeline, at least Evan had escaped her web entirely, though his interest had somehow shifted to me instead. The attention made me slightly uncomfortable, yet I couldn’t deny a shameful flicker of vanity warming my chest.

Given our relationship, I’d say stealing glances’ sounds rather improper, wouldn’t you agree?” I replied with practiced lightness, forcing my voice into something resembling playful deflection.

“Indeed it does,” Evan conceded, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I notice Daemon didn’t receive an invitation tonight.”

The observation landed heavily between us. Our families business entanglements remained intact despite the personal wreckage-commerce operated on different principles than marriage. Severing those ties completely would mean financial hemorrhaging on both sides. My mother’s decision to exclude the Blackwoods from tonight’s celebration while maintaining professional connections was strategic, a calculated snub that would fuel gossip for weeks.

“Why would I invite him?” 1 countered with deliberate nonchalance.

“So there’s truly no possibility of reconciliation?”

met his gaze directly. “None whatsoever. You know about Aurora, don’t you?”

His slight nod confirmed what I’d suspected-Lucian’s inability to keep confidences had extended to this bombshell. I’m aware,” Evan acknowledged quietly. “I never imagined the situation involved such complications. My impression is that Daemon’s attachment to Celeste stems less from genuine affection than from guilt and self-recrimination regarding Aurora’s death. The transplanted heart makes it nearly impossible for him to achieve emotional closure.”

“Does a heart truly matter that much?” The question emerged more sharply than I’d intended.

Evan leaned forward slightly, giving the question his full attention. “It’s extraordinarily difficult to grasp from an outside perspective, isn’t it?” he carefully. “But consider this–if during the period when you loved Daemon most intensely, he had died, and later you discovered another man carried Daemon’s living heart within his chest, how would you react? What would you feel encountering that physical continuation of someone you’d lost?

I fell silent, forcing myself to actually engage with the scenario rather than reflexively rejecting it. If Dagaon had been ripped away by deaths finality, amé then I’d encountered his heart beating in another person’s chest… The mere thought sent a chill through me, and I found myself reluctantly beginning to understand the psychological trap that had ensnared Daemon.

“I think I’m starting to understand,” I admitted with a slight nod and a faint smile. “But understanding doesn’t mean I’ll go back. Fate is strange, isa pursued Daemon for five years, yet he still fell for Aurora after knowing her only briefly. And I paid for that with another live work. That’s more than enough”

Evan’s eyes brightened noticeably, his smile deepening. You’re still young, with your whole future ahead of you. It’s time to start fresh and discover who henta are beyond all this.”

I fully intend to start over, I thought grimly, but first I need to ensure Celeste’s facade crumbles he dust. Unth deposed net ge nature, I tekist ush

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Chapter 227

mave forward: I’d initially considered confiding the specifics to Evan, but instinct held me back. Beyond Zane, Id deliberately kept operational details rumpartmentalized. The fewer people who knew the complete picture, the lower the risk of premature exposure.

The evening wound down with appropriate ceremony, guests departing while offering effusive compliments. Once the last stragglers had left, Les approached me with carefully neutral expression. “Miss Goldcrest, there’s a gift in your vehicle-a birthday present that Mr. Blackwood delivered for your mother He waited downstairs briefly but chose not to attend.”

The leather gift box in my passenger seat was from one of the city’s most exclusive jewelers. I lifted it experimentally, noting substantial heft, though I had

no intention of opening it. My mother’s expression cycled through complicated emotions when I informed her-surprise giving way to something like

residual affection before hardening into brittle defensiveness. My father’s reaction was less ambiguous, his face darkening. “We don’t want anything from

him. I’ll have someone return it to his office tomorrow-let him choke on his guilt gifts.”

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