The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Axel Won’t Wait!

"Alright, calm down," Oscar continued, taking a breath. "Leave it to me. I will wipe the article clean. I will make sure no one can post anything about him ever again."

"No," Evelyn said calmly.

There was a beat of silence.

"...What did you just say?"

"Don’t take it down. Not yet. Let them be."

"WHAT?" Oscar nearly shouted. "What the hell are you saying, Eve? Have you finally snapped?"

Instead of being offended by his curse, Evelyn smiled faintly. "Relax. I am not losing my mind."

"Then explain. Slowly. Preferably before I book a flight to scold you and start suing people with my bare hands."

"You need to gather everything," she said, her tone firm now. "Screenshots, sources, IP addresses, connections. I want all the evidence."

Another pause.

"We will sue them," Evelyn continued calmly. "Every platform. Every writer. Every anonymous account that dared to mention my son."

The silence stretched longer this time.

Then Oscar laughed, loud and delighted. "That is more like it. That is the Evelyn I know."

"Of course," she replied lightly. "Did you really think I would let them walk away?"

"Never," Oscar said, clearly amused now. "Alright, my queen of lawsuits. I will prepare everything. By the time they realize what they have done, it will already be too late." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Good."

"And Eve?" he added teasingly. "Try not to scare Axel too much. He might start a war before we even reach court."

"I will handle Axel," she said quietly. "You handle the mess."

"Yes, ma’am," Oscar replied. "Sleep well. Tomorrow, we will make a move!"

The call ended.

Evelyn lowered her phone and stared at the moon once more. This time, her heart was steadier.

They could insult her.

But Oliver was untouchable.

Evelyn took another deep breath before slipping her phone into her pocket.

Just as she was about to turn away from the window, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

She stiffened for only a second.

The warmth, the familiar scent, the steady presence behind her made her shoulders relax almost instantly.

She did not need to look back. She already knew it was Axel. He did not speak. He simply held her from behind, his chin resting lightly on her head, his arms firm and protective.

They stood like that for a long moment, the quiet stretching between them.

"You saw the news?" Axel finally asked, his voice low and calm, yet edged with something restrained.

"Hm."

Evelyn turned slowly in his arms until she faced him. Their eyes met, and the composure she had forced on herself wavered.

"I don’t care if they insult me," she said softly. "I have heard worse. But when they insult Oliver..." Her voice trembled despite her effort to stay steady. "It feels like a thousand nails stabbing my heart all at once."

She spoke calmly, but her eyes shimmered, betraying the pain she was trying so hard to contain.

Axel inhaled deeply, his expression turning serious as he began to explain his approach.

But before he could finish, Evelyn shook her head and raised her hand, stopping him.

"Don’t act like that," she said firmly. "At least not for now."

Evelyn silently laughed in her mind when she heard his plan because it was just like Oscar would do.

"So," he said, slightly frowned, "you already have a plan?"

"Yes." Her voice steadied. "Let them keep attacking Oliver and me: every word, every post, every comment. We need solid evidence. I want to sue them all. I want to teach those people to stop meddling in someone else’s life, and to stop dragging our son into their filthy gossip."

Axel’s lips curved into a slow smile as his hand lifted to cup her cheek.

"Good. Because that was exactly my plan."

"You were going to do the same?"

"Of course. And I don’t need to wait to collect evidence," he said calmly. "I already know the source of those articles. As for those netizens, a single comment is enough to send them to jail."

Evelyn was taken aback.

Countless questions rushed through her mind. The articles had only appeared hours ago. She had barely processed the headlines, yet he had already traced their origin.

She stared at him, stunned.

"How?" she whispered.

Axel brushed his thumb gently across her cheek. "You married the wrong man if you think I would sit still and watch our family under attack. Not with my resources, I won’t."

She smiled at his statement. Indeed, Axel won’t wait.

"Then tell me," she said quietly. "Who is shameless enough to use my son to defame and hurt me?"