Chapter 5 - PLAYING THE PART
The Syndicate Gala was the social event of the underworld, masquerading as a high-society charity dinner. It was our first official public appearance since the scandalous engagement. I wore a backless crimson gown that Nikolai had hand-selected, a dress that felt like armor. Around my neck sat the Moretti family diamonds, a heavy, glittering statement that I belonged to the Don-in-waiting.
When we entered the opulent dining hall, the whispers were deafening. Across the room, Julian and Serena sat at a minor table. Serena looked exhausted, the reality of Julian’s volatile temper likely setting in. Julian looked furious. Throughout the night, I played my part flawlessly. I charmed the gruff casino bosses, navigated the veiled threats of rival family matriarchs, and stood unyielding beside Nikolai. I noticed the way Nikolai watched me—not as a prop, but as a partner. There was a dangerous heat in his gaze every time I subtly dismantled a rival’s insult with a sharp smile.
Halfway through the evening, I excused myself to the powder room. As I washed my hands, the door locked behind me with a sharp click. Julian stood there, his eyes bloodshot, breathing heavily. “You think you’re so smart, Evie,” he snarled, stepping toward me. “You think my brother actually wants you? You’re just a tool to get the Council votes.”
I didn't back away. I dried my hands meticulously. “And what was Serena, Julian? A tool to feed your fragile ego?”
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He lunged forward, grabbing my wrist. “You’re coming with me. I’ll ruin him. I’ll tell the Council this is a sham—”
Before he could finish, the heavy oak door was kicked open, splintering the frame. Nikolai stood in the doorway, a terrifying demon of wrath. In a blur of motion, he had Julian by the throat, pinning him against the marble wall so hard the mirror rattled. “Touch my fiancé again,” Nikolai whispered, his voice a lethal hiss, “and I will mail your hands to our father. Do you understand me?” Julian gagged, nodding frantically. Nikolai dropped him like trash. He turned to me, his anger melting into fierce concern. “Are you hurt?” I shook my head, my heart racing not from fear, but from the sudden, overwhelming realization that Nikolai’s protection wasn't just a performance. It was real.
