The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Heading to the Morgans’ Family

Finally, the day Evelyn had been waiting for had arrived: a visit to the Morgan family residence.

She stood before the mirror, heart pounding as she tried to control her runaway thoughts.

Since opening her eyes, her mind had spun relentlessly.

What would the Morgan family be like?

Would they welcome her with open arms?

Or would they judge her for being the granddaughter of Giselle Morgan, the one who uprooted her entire existence and severed every bond?

She felt joy—true, giddy joy—at the thought of finally meeting her mother’s family after so many years of curiosity and longing.

But right behind that joy lurked fear.

Terrifying, stomach-flipping fear of the past.

The truth about her grandmother’s disappearance. The truth about the family Giselle left behind.

What if those truths were dark and painful?

What if her grandmother were furious from the heavens above just because her granddaughter dared to set foot in the Morgan estate?

’You’ll be fine, Eve. You’ll be...’ She inhaled deeply, mustering encouragement in her reflection. ’You’ll be fine.’

She looked more like her old self today. Her hair had grown longer, flowing past her shoulders in soft waves, no longer the blunt haircut she used to hide behind in that little town.

Yet she still wore minimal makeup; just moisturizer, a touch of blush, and soft-colored gloss. A subtle enhancement that still revealed her natural beauty.

Her outfit was elegant yet simple: a soft gray coat paired with a stylish black dress beneath, both flattering her figure. She gave herself a reassuring nod in the mirror.

’Looks good!’

She grabbed her clutch and headed out.

But she only made it a few steps before Oliver barreled toward her, cheeks flushed as if he had sprinted a marathon. His tiny hands pressed against his knees as he panted dramatically.

"Huh? Sweetheart, what happened?" Evelyn bent down, brushing his hair back as she met his gaze. "Why do you look like you just finished military training?"

Oliver gulped in air before taking her hand, his delicate eyes shimmering with concern. "Mommy, are you leaving now?"

"Yes," she said softly. "Remember? I have a lunch meeting today."

"I remember," he nodded rapidly, still breathless. "I just wanted to send you off. Earlier, I was riding Browny... he was SO FAST, and I forgot you were leaving this way, so I ran, and ran, and ran, and then Daddy yelled, ’OLIVER, WRONG WAY!’ so I turned and then—"

Evelyn blinked. "Your pony?"

"Yes," he answered, chest puffed in pride. "He’s my racehorse now."

Behind them, Axel appeared in the corridor, hands in his pockets, looking far too amused for Evelyn’s comfort.

"I told him the garage is not a stable," Axel said as he approached, arching an eyebrow.

Evelyn sighed. "Wonderful. Next week, he’ll be herding sheep in the backyard."

Oliver’s eyes sparkled. "CAN WE?!"

"No," both parents replied instantly.

They exchanged a glance. Shared amusement. Shared dread. Shared love.

"Are you ready to go?" Axel asked as they walked toward the front entrance.

"Yes," Evelyn said, exhaling as she remembered the message Finley Morgan had sent earlier: "If you arrive at eleven, we can talk before lunch. I can send a driver if you’d like."

She had politely declined. She preferred Ryan, her driver, her bodyguard. She also knew that Axel would let a stranger be her driver.

Ryan opened the door for her with a professional nod. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Axel leaned in, his voice low and teasing. "Have fun, Eve. Try not to get adopted by someone else because I just found you."

As the distance grew, Evelyn exhaled.

She was nervous. Terrified, even.

But she was also ready.

Ready to meet the family she never knew.

Ready to face the truth.

Ready to reclaim the part of her life she had always wondered about.

And if her grandmother was watching from above...

Evelyn hoped she’d be proud.

...

The Morgan family residence was far from the city, nestled deep on the outskirts, where the landscape grew quieter, and the streets narrowed.

The drive took almost an hour, long enough for Evelyn’s nerves to tighten with every passing minute.

When the car finally rolled to a stop, she stared out the window in awe before her stood a grand mansion, surrounded by endless woods.

The autumn colors framed the estate like a painting. It was breathtaking. For a moment, it reminded her of the peace of her house.

But Evelyn couldn’t enjoy it the moment her gaze fell on the two men standing by the main entrance.

She recognized Finley instantly, his familiar features softened by the warm breeze.

Yet it was the man beside him who made her heart tighten in her chest. She had only ever seen him in news reports and old articles.

General Theodor Morgan.

Her grandmother’s twin brother.