he Mafia’s Secret Lover Novel – One Glass of Whiskey Evelyn Walters’ bright future was ruined by a single glass of whiskey—or at least, that’s all she remembers drinking. She never imagined her world would fall apart after one night with her father’s arch-enemy, Axel Knight, the famous business tycoon and thug playboy.
Almost every weekend, his name is trending in the gossip columns, always photographed with a beautiful woman in scantily clad clothes hanging on his arm. And now… The dangerous yet handsome man was lying beside her, sound asleep, with only half of his athletic body hidden under the blanket. ‘Oh, damn, Eve… How could you sleep with him?’ Slowly, he tried to slip out of bed, but as soon as he moved, his body shook violently.
The deep, unfamiliar ache between her thighs was unbearable. It was a pain he had never felt before. When he saw her naked body, still marked by the scars of their wild night, a cold shiver ran through him. After sneaking out of bed without waking him, Evelyn quickly gathered her clothes from the floor and quickly put them on. But just as she reached for her bag, her phone rang, the sudden buzzing sound almost making her heart jump out of her chest.
He grabbed the phone and was surprised to see his sister, Stella, calling. “Sister Eve, where are you? Why aren’t you in your room?” “I am still here!” Evelyn whispered sharply, casting one last glance at the man still asleep on the bed before slipping out of the master bedroom. “Here? You mean at the Imperial Hotel?” “Yes. I’ll explain later!” “What the hell…” He hung up before his sister could ask any more questions.
With high heels in hand, Evelyn opened the door, but froze when she saw a man in a gray suit standing before her. She blinked a few times, unsure if the man had just entered the room, but of course, he had. Before she could speak, the man asked quietly, “Is he still in there?” “And-Now…” Evelyn’s voice trembled slightly as she slowly opened the door, gesturing for the man to come in.
But he didn’t move. Instead, he asked, “Do you want me to drive you home?” “No, thank you.” “You are sure?” Evelyn just nodded before turning around, as she walked down the hall and disappeared into the elevator. Barefoot! … Walters residence. When Evelyn parked her car in the basement, she almost jumped when she saw her sister, Stella, standing there in her favorite house clothes, her arms folded, and looking like a mother who caught her child coming home late.
Stella didn’t even wait; she pulled the door open before Evelyn had finished parking. “Oh… my gosh, Eve… where have you been? Do you know what time it is? Ah, I mean, what day is it?” Turning off the engine with a roll of her eyes, Evelyn got out, striding past her sister like a queen with a hangover. “It’s good to see you too, Stella,” he murmured, heading straight for the elevator. His mind was still a mess.
After that ridiculous New Year’s Eve party with all the rich and powerful in the country, she got so drunk she somehow ended up in bed with Axel Knight, her father’s arch-enemy. Just thinking about it made her face flush again. The half-naked demon was now imprinted on her mind like a curse.