Unmasking the Heiress

Everything Julia had clawed for, Evangeline seemed to possess without effort. Evangeline had Walter's affection as well as fame, and it was infuriating.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Julia had been laying low to avoid stirring up more gossip, but she could not even enjoy a few days of peace at home before Walter's mother, Aria, casually mentioned, the share transfer, reigniting Julia's smoldering rage. She had even come a day early to talk some sense into Walter, to convince him not to make a huge mistake. However, Aria, who was notorious for her blunders, had somehow mixed up the dates.

By the time Julia got to the office, it was too late, and the deed was done. She walked right into Walter's office to find him wrapped up in a steamy embrace with Evangeline.

Julia's hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she could not let her rage show.

Why did that woman, Evangeline, have to have everything, including trying to steal her man? No, Evangeline should have been left to wither away in obscurity, a nobody from the countryside. How dare she challenge her? Evangeline's mother had never been able to outshine her mother Lydia, so how could Evangeline think she stood a chance?

In a flash, Julia imagined a thousand ways to make Evangeline miserable, yet she remained composed on the outside.

"Walt, what on earth are you two doing?" she said, feigning shock and trying to break up their little tryst.

"What does it look like?" Evangeline sneered, holding Walter back by his tie and planting a bold kiss on his neck, marking him with her lipstick.

Walter, encouraged by Evangeline's boldness, sat beside her, his arm draped over her slightly rumpled shoulder.

"Evangeline, you're shameless!" Julia fumed, stomping. She was done playing nice. Ever since Evangeline had kicked her out, she could not even bear to play the part of the sister anymore.

"Really? Since when do you get a say in how we run our show? And barging in like this

-what, hoping for a front-row seat to our private screening? Looks like you're the one without a shred of decency!" Evangeline snapped back, her face an icy mask of disdain as she relished Julia's discomfort. Julia, lips pinched in frustration, knew better than to expect any mercy from Evangeline and instead turned pleading eyes to Walter.

"Walt, can we talk? Just the two of us? Maybe she could give us a minute?"

Evangeline rose to her feet, and for a moment, Julia thought she had got the hint and would leave. However, Evangeline simply stretched languidly and tossed Julia a dismissive glance.

"Why should I go anywhere just because you say so? Not happening." She extended a hand to Walter and sweetly said, "Honey, carry me over, would you?"

It was the first time Evangeline had ever played the damsel with him, her whimsical charm utterly enchanting. Walter was amused by her kittenish antics; his little cat deserved to be pampered.

He went along with her charade, intrigued by her game. Without a fuss, he scooped up Evangeline and, following her silent cue, settled her into the office's throne-the CEO's chair.

Perched in power, Evangeline surveyed the room, her gaze landing on Julia with the amusement one might have for a joke.

However, her demeanor was all composed confidence, fearless in the face of the drama.