The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: They Don’t Deserve to Live in My Mind

"My love... It’s better if you don’t know. Because those people don’t deserve to live in your mind."

Axel’s words echoed in Evelyn’s head long after the lights were turned off.

She lay on her side, eyes open, staring at the faint outline of the ceiling.

Sleep refused to come, no matter how many times she inhaled deeply and tried to steady her breathing.

Her heart felt restless, heavy with questions that refused to quiet down.

The room was unusually empty tonight.

Axel was not beside her. He had insisted on sleeping in Oliver’s bedroom after their son fell ill, claiming it was just in case Oliver woke up uncomfortable again.

Evelyn knew better. If Axel were here, he would have noticed her tense breathing, the way her thoughts kept circling, and he would have scolded her gently for not resting.

She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, finally giving up on sleep.

Just then, her cell phone vibrated softly on the bedside table.

The sound cut through the silence, making her heart skip a beat.

She reached for the phone and frowned when she saw Oscar’s name flashing on the screen, followed by two messages.

"I know it’s the middle of the night where you are. Can I call you?"

"There’s something important I need to ask you about."

Evelyn did not hesitate.

She slipped out of bed, padded quietly across the room, and stood by the window before dialing his number.

The garden lights below were dim, softened by the late hour, but her mind was anything but calm.

"Oscar," she said the moment he answered. "What is it?"

"Eve," Oscar replied, sounding unusually serious, "I wanted to ask you something."

Her fingers tightened around the phone. She had a feeling she already knew what this was about. "Speak," she said.

"I’ve found the rat behind the news about Oliver."

Her heart tightened, "Really?"

"Yes," he said, his tone sharpening. "Have you ever heard of the Martinez family?"

Evelyn inhaled sharply.

Of course, she had heard of them.

The Martinez family was well known in the capital, infamous even in certain circles. They owned several high-end entertainment venues, exclusive clubs, and recently, a fast-growing private security agency. Their reach had expanded quickly over the past few years, enough to make them noticeable even among old-money families.

Although Walters Group had never done business with them, Evelyn had encountered their name more than once during her time in the corporate world.

And then there was Natalie Martinez.

The memory of that woman’s cold smile surfaced instantly, followed by an uncomfortable tightening in Evelyn’s chest. Natalie’s gaze during their last encounter had not been friendly. If anything, it had been sharp, calculating, and unmistakably hostile.

As a woman, Evelyn understood it all too well.

"I’m thinking precisely the same," Oscar said firmly. "That’s why I’ve already secured screenshots, server logs, and timestamps. Everything is being archived as we speak. If you want to sue, all you need to do is give me the green light, and I will crush them."

Evelyn was silent for a moment. Her reflection stared back at her from the glass, eyes dark but resolute.

After a few moments of thought, Evelyn finally spoke. "Oscar," she said, "Thank you for being so prepared. But please don’t move yet."

"Excuse me?"

"Put whatever you’re doing to prepare, continue, but do not strike. Not yet," she calmly continued. "I want them to keep talking. Let Natalie think she’s winning. The louder they are, the more evidence we collect."

Oscar laughed quietly. "You’re scary when you’re calm, you know that?"

Evelyn smiled faintly. "Well... The truth is, my husband already said he will handle it. But just in case, show me all the evidence you have. I will give it to Axel."

"Alright," Oscar said. "I will send it to you right away. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Thank you," she replied softly.

After ending the call, Evelyn remained by the window for a long time.

The anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it was no longer chaotic. It was controlled, focused, sharpened into something dangerous, to teach Natalie Martinez!

She glanced toward the window, imagining Axel in Oliver’s room and hoping they might sleep peacefully now.

"They don’t deserve to live in my mind," she whispered to herself, echoing Axel’s words.

A gentle smile played on her lips as relief enveloped her, and she gradually settled back into bed. She yawned a few times before sleep finally took over.