The Billionaire's Silent Wife (Ryan and Eve) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Kimberly at the Gate

Eve expected another enemy at her door, only to find an apology that felt real… and a warning that felt

worse.

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A week after the dinner that had ended with Luan’s threat sliding into Eve’s ear like poison, the house had

almost started to feel like itself again.

Not peaceful, Eve didn’t trust peace anymore.

But quieter.

Less like a battlefield.

The cooking competition was still running, the scandal still circling in the background like smoke that hadn’t fully cleared, but the worst of the public frenzy had dulled since the press release. It had become the kind of gossip people chewed on in smaller bites, still cruel, still present, but no longer a stampede.

And at home, Eve had worked hard to preserve a certain rhythm.

Camila had taken over the kitchen with the confidence of a woman who didn’t believe in “rest” when someone she loved was pregnant. Mitre hovered in his quiet way, helping where needed, making sure Eve ate, making sure she sat down, making sure she didn’t carry anything heavier than a plate.

Eve had laughed at first.

Then she’d realised the laughter was relief.

Because it was easy to be cared for by people who did not make care transactional. People who didn’t love you as a tool. People who didn’t treat your existence like a debt.

That morning, Eve was at the dining table with a mug of warm tea, paperwork spread out, schedules, contestant lists, production notes. Not because Ryan demanded it, but because she needed structure. She needed something to hold when the world tried to shake her loose.

Camila moved through the kitchen like she was conducting an orchestra. The sound of pans and utensils, the scent of spices, the soft mutter of her voice as she scolded Mitre affectionately for cutting vegetables

too slowly.

Mitre’s reply came mild. “I cut them the way you like.”

Camila snorted. “You cut them like you’re negotiating with them.”

Eve smiled into her tea.

It was normal.

Normal enough that Eve almost forgot the rule she’d learned the hard way: normal could be interrupted at

any moment by a knock.

The doorbell rang.

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Eve’s smile faded instantly.

Camila’s body stiffened.

Mitre’s knife paused mid-slice.

The house went quiet in a way that made Eve’s skin prickle.

They didn’t get visitors like that. Not unannounced. Not anymore. Not after everything.

Camila wiped her hands on a towel, eyes narrowing. “Who is it?”

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Eve stood slowly, hand drifting to her belly. Not dramatic. Instinctive. She hadn’t even reached the door yet

and her body had already begun protecting.

Mitre stepped forward slightly. “Let me.”

Eve shook her head. “It’s fine.”

Camila’s expression said it wasn’t fine at all.

Eve moved toward the front door, careful, quiet. She didn’t open it immediately. She leaned toward the

intercom.

“Who is it?” she asked, voice calm.

There was a pause.

Then a familiar voice answered.

“Kimberly.”

Camila’s face changed so fast it was almost frightening.

Warmth disappeared like someone had switched off a light.

Her jaw tightened. Her eyes hardened. The towel in her hands twisted slightly as if she was preparing to wring someone’s neck with it.

Mitre’s politeness tightened too. His shoulders squared, his gaze narrowing, not aggressive, but ready.

Eve felt a familiar tug in her chest, an old caution.

Kimberly.

She remembered Kimberly’s earlier cruelty. The framing. The way she had spat venom without thinking of consequences. The way she had been loyal to Luan like loyalty was a badge that excused anything.

And Camila and Mitre remembered too. They hadn’t forgotten Kimberly’s attempt to embarrass Eve in their restaurant. They hadn’t forgotten the contempt. They didn’t trust easily, especially not where Eve’s

peace was concerned.

Eve pressed the intercom button again. “What do you want?”

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Kimberly exhaled on the other side, and for a moment her voice sounded… tired.

“I need to speak to you,” Kimberly said. “Not to Ryan. To you.”

Camila took one step forward, voice low and sharp. “Don’t open that door.”

Eve glanced back at her. “Camila,”

Camila’s eyes didn’t soften. “Eve, no.”

Mitre didn’t interrupt, but the look he gave Eve was a quiet warning.

Eve turned back to the intercom. “Say what you need to say from there.”

Kimberly’s voice came quieter. “I can’t. Please.”

Camila scoffed under her breath. “Now she has manners.”

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Eve closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. She wasn’t naive. She wasn’t about to let Kimberly walk

into her home and turn it into chaos. But she also knew something else: when people came to your door

asking to speak, it was sometimes better to hear them while the walls were still yours.

Eve reached for the lock, but only the first one. Not the full security.

She opened the door a few inches.

Kimberly stood outside looking nothing like the arrogant woman Eve remembered.

Her hair was pulled back simply. Her face looked tired, pale at the edges. Her clothes were neat but not loud. And her eyes, her eyes didn’t have the familiar sharpness of someone arriving to fight.

They looked… ashamed.

Kimberly glanced past Eve and noticed Camila and Mitre immediately. She saw the tension on their faces, the way Camila’s posture held ready like a weapon, the way Mitre’s calm had hardened into assessment.

Kimberly didn’t smile.

She didn’t try to charm her way out.

She simply nodded once, acknowledging what she was walking into.

“I understand,” she said quietly. “I would look at me that way too.”

Camila’s voice was clipped. “You have nerve coming here.”

Kimberly turned her head slightly toward Camila. “Yes. I do.”

Camila blinked, thrown off by the honesty.

Eve studied Kimberly for a moment, then stepped aside slightly. “Come in.”

Camila’s head snapped toward Eve. “Eve.”

Eve didn’t look away. “Not alone.”

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Mitre moved to the side of the entryway without being asked, positioning himself where he could see

everything, hear everything, and step in if needed.

Kimberly entered slowly, as if she understood she was walking onto land that didn’t belong to her.

She didn’t sit immediately.

She stood near the doorway, hands clasped in front of her, her gaze flicking briefly toward Eve’s belly before she looked away again, like it was too intimate to stare.

Eve gestured toward the sitting room. “Say what you came to say.”

Kimberly swallowed. Her throat moved hard. She looked at Eve and exhaled.

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