Unmasking the Heiress

"You know I'm your best friend, and now I've gone and fallen for..."

Roslyn trailed off, too shy to finish, but she was sure Evangeline would get it.

"What's so bad about having a crush? And honestly, I've always thought you're too awesome to just hand off to anyone. If it's Uncle Yale... I guess that's not too bad."

Yale was all about his job, and she could not even begin to imagine what a relationship with him would look like.

"You really think that?"

A glimmer of hope shone in Roslyn's eyes, but it was quickly clouded by sadness. Yale had turned her down before, saying the age difference and Evangeline being in the mix was too much. How could they ever work? However, Evie seemed to be saying she was fine with them as a couple. So, Yale's reasons were just excuses to push her away.

"Evie, don't stress about me and Yale. You've got your own thing-taking care of the new Foster family addition!"

Roslyn tried to sound nonchalant. "As for us... we'll just see where things go."

Deep down, after months of silence, Roslyn had let go of the fairy-tale future she had once dreamed up.

Falling for someone was like a rollercoaster ride packed with thrills and surprises. Just having that special someone be a part of her life was a gift. As for the journey ahead, she could walk it with him in her heart. That would not have been so bad, would it? Roslyn's eyes were a storm of emotions, but all Evangeline could see was a sea of disappointment.

She knew her best friend like the back of her hand. Roslyn's fiery spirit could not handle the torture of a crush that was all shades of confusion. A confession was bound to happen, and that look of letdown screamed rejection.

Evangeline figured she knew why Yale would say no. It was probably the whole age and generation gap thing.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Roslyn, if you're really into him, you've got to go for it. Plus, I think..." Yale did care about her.

Evangeline's words were cut short as a sharp pain stabbed through her lower belly, silencing her. A wave of cold sweat washed over her forehead.

Then, without warning, she swayed and crashed to the floor.

Roslyn was clueless about what was going on until she saw Evangeline on the ground, clutching her stomach for dear life.

The thought of the baby inside her sent Roslyn into a frenzy.

"Evie, what's happening?"

"My... stomach..."

Evangeline sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, barely squeezing out the words.

The baby inside her was kicking up a storm, and all of a sudden, it was like a wild dance in her belly.

Gripping her stomach, Evangeline could not move from the pain. Suddenly, a burning heat rushed from her lower body, her world spun, and darkness took her.

Roslyn's voice pierced the air,

desperate to get the Foster family's

attention. However, as she turned

around, her eyes caught the horrifying sight of blood pooting under Evangeline...

Cole's funeral had been a picture of order until chaos erupted.

The guests, wary of the Foster family's dark secrets, ran at the first sign of trouble. The once-crowded service emptied in an instant, leaving only the Foster brothers and their vigilant bodyguards.

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Yale, the eldest, had to stay and honor the deceased, but the family needed its men to keep things under control. So it was Holden, the perceptive third brother, and James, the youngest who was closest to Evangeline's age, who rushed her to the hospital...