I Swapped His Fake Gift for a Real Life novel Chapter 54

Chapter 12

Callum didn’t waste a second getting on the road. Mason Blake was waiting, a rare smirk playing on his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” Mason said, casually leaning against his black sports car.

Callum’s eyes darkened with threat. He grabbed Mason by the collar, seething.

“You’d better not be messing with me. If you said you know where Evelyn is just to lure me out-”

Mason and Callum had grown up together. They were both arrogant, proud, and used to getting their way.

Mason knew better than to joke when Callum was this serious.

“Relax,” Mason said, his tone losing the humor. “I know you’re serious. That’s why I didn’t joke around. I heard your little runaway bride made it to Norland. Soon as I caught wind, I tapped into my contacts. She’s scrubbed her identity clean. changed her name–but her sister, Lily? She didn’t have time to cover her tracks.”

Callum’s grip loosened. He took the slip of paper Mason handed him, eyes scanning the address.

Thanks,” he said, fist bumping Mason.

Mason grinned. “First time I’ve seen you this spun out over a girl. Don’t screw it up this time–drop the prince act or

she’ll run again.”

“Seriously, she is much better than that Estelle.” Mason quipped.

Callum glared at him. “Stay away from her,”

“Chill. I still want to be alive,” Mason muttered. “Just don’t forget to thank me when you get her back.”

Callum turned to leave but paused, pulling a folded photo from his pocket–something raw and degrading, printed on

glossy paper.

“Look into this. You’re more connected overseas. You might find something I can’t.”

Mason’s smile dropped. “Your sweet Estelle Moore? Man, her nudes are making the rounds. She must have more her

stories.”

Callum’s jaw clenched. “She says she was kidnapped. Forced. But something doesn’t add up. I need the truth.”

Mason gave him a two–fingered salute. “You got it.”

With that, Callum took off, address in hand. He drove for hours, until the coastline of Waverly Bay came into view. The

small beach town was asleep, the waves crashing rhythmically in the background. A little cottage stood at the edge of the cliffs, windows glowing softly in the early dawn.

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His pulse raced. He hadn’t gone this long without seeing Evelyn since the day he started pursuing her.

Back then, he tracked her every move. Had her wearing a GPS tag without her knowing. She lived under his control,

whether she realized it or not.

And now–she’d slipped through his fingers right under his nose.

As he approached the cottage, he saw two shadows through the window–one tall and slender, the other childlike. Evelyn

and Lily.

She looked thinner than before. So much smaller. He remembered all the effort he had made to take care of her, the dietary restrictions, the supplements she needed because of a lifetime of neglect and hunger. But nothing ever stuck–her body rejected rich foods, and even his carefully sourced vitamins only made her sicker.

She needed soft, simple meals. Comfort. Warmth.

The smell of homemade chicken soup wafted out from the slightly cracked kitchen window, triggering a memory so

vivid it stopped him cold.

He thought back to the first time they met.

It had been three years after Estelle’s death. He was still deep in his spiral, sleeping around, drinking too much, barely feeling anything. That night, Mason and a few others dragged him to an exclusive lounge just to cheer him up.

Everyone knew Callum didn’t sleep with the women who threw themselves at him. He toyed with emotions, never their

bodies. That was his control.

They made a bet–whoever walked through the door first, you had to seduce her.

Everyone thought it’d be some wannabe heiress or a VIP girl sent up to please the trust fund crowd

But in walked a soaked delivery girl in a cheap windbreaker, holding a plastic takeout bag, looking confused and entirely

out of place.

“Excuse me,” she said, blinking rainwater out of her eyes. Delivery for a Mr. Brown?”

The guys laughed, confused. How had she even made it up here?

This is the top of the lounge, accessible only to VIP members with elevator cards

How had she gotten up here? Was this some arranged ‘Cinderella‘ scenario to curry favor with them?

The manager rushed over to apologize–an elevator malfunction had accidentally allowed Evelyn to reach the VIP level

“That’s 88 floors! She actually climbed all those stairs just to deliver takeout? Damn!

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Mason exclaimed, unable to tear his gaze from the drenched girl.

“VIP level? This is the 88th floor?”

Evelyn suddenly checked the order slip in her hand, realizing she’d misread the floor number and accidentally barged

into the VIP area.

Mortified, she bowed out quickly, leaving wet footprints behind.

Everyone waved her off, but Callum stood up, showing his hand of cards.

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