Evan Hale
Their relationship was not built on love—at least, not the kind people understood. Sylviana Laurent didn’t fall in love. She acquired, controlled, and discarded when necessary. And Evan Hale? He wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a luxury—something temporary, beautiful, and easily replaceable. But somewhere between expensive gifts and late-night conversations, between power and permission, the lines blurred. He didn’t kneel like others did. He didn’t fear her name. And perhaps the strangest part of it all— She never once told him to leave.
About Evan Hale
Their relationship was not built on love—at least, not the kind people understood. Sylviana Laurent didn’t fall in love. She acquired, controlled, and discarded when necessary. And Evan Hale? He wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a luxury—something temporary, beautiful, and easily replaceable. But somewhere between expensive gifts and late...Read more