Chapter 325

I had always known Mia to be impulsive, but her actions that night surpassed even my wildest expectations. Dragged to Kamran's opulent mansion against my will, I found myself ensnared in what looked like yet another trap.

"Mom," I growled, clawing at her hand as her nails dug into my wrist, "you've made a huge mistake! They’ll find out the truth eventually."

But Mia merely waved off my protests, dismissing me as if I were nothing more than an inconvenience. "You're hysterical," she scoffed, her tone condescending. "You need to calm down and get some rest."

I seethed with indignation as Mia casually ordered the maids around, her every gesture filled with an air of entitlement. Suspicion gnawed at me as I watched her, wondering what ulterior motives lay behind her facade of indifference.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation.

Mia glanced at me, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Kamran and I are moving forward with the wedding plans," she replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "You should be grateful to be a part of it."

My blood ran cold at her words, a chill creeping down my spine. "Moving forward?" I repeated incredulously. "You're moving too fast! You barely know him."

But Mia merely laughed, her laughter grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "We know each other well enough," she retorted, her tone dismissive. "And besides, it's not your place to question our decisions."

The air in the room crackled with tension as Mia's eyes bore into mine, her expression twisted with anger and frustration.

"Evie," Mia spat, her voice sharp with accusation, "you just can't seem to stay out of things that don't concern you, can you?"

I bristled at her words, my own anger rising to meet hers. "What are you talking about?" I shot back, my voice trembling with indignation. "I have every right to know what's going on."

But Mia merely laughed, a cold, bitter sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You have no idea what's going on," she retorted, her tone dripping with venom. "And I intend to keep it that way."

I felt a surge of frustration building inside me, a boiling rage that threatened to consume me whole. "Just tell me!" I demanded, my voice rising. "Tell me what's going on, Mom. Tell me why you're keeping secrets from me."

But Mia's expression remained impassive, her eyes flashing with defiance. "You wouldn't understand," she said, turning away.

Her words cut through me like a knife, leaving me reeling with a sense of betrayal. "I may not," I protested, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I am a person. I have feelings, too, which you never regard."

Mia's laughter filled the room, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed off the walls. "Feelings?" she scoffed, her lip curled in disdain. "What do you know about feelings, Evie? You've never cared about anyone but yourself."

Her words struck a nerve, igniting a firestorm of anger within me. "That's not true," I seethed, my voice trembling with emotion. "I care about Timothy. I care about Aria and Lucas. I care about—"

But Mia cut me off with a wave of her hand, her eyes flashing with impatience. "Enough," she snapped, her voice like ice. "I don't have time for this. I have more important things to worry about than your petty feelings."

I felt a surge of fury coursing through my veins, hot and potent like molten lava. "You're unbelievable," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "You think you can just manipulate everyone around you, use them for your own gain?"

Mia's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing with anger. "Watch your tone, Evie," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "You don't know who you're dealing with."

But I refused to back down, my resolve as unyielding as steel. "I know exactly who you are," I shot back, my voice dripping with defiance. "And I won't let you get away with this."

Mia's lips curled into a sinister smile, her eyes gleaming with malice. "We'll see about that," she replied, her voice laced with menace. "We'll see who comes out on top in the end."

Just as Mia’s tirade about my supposed interference in her plans came to a conclusion, the doors flew open and a maid entered, holding them just long enough for Kamran to stroll in casually. He seemed content to find Mia at first, his offering a small smile, but it quickly deflated upon seeing me.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his gaze flickering between us.

Mia's eyes widened in surprise, her facade faltering for a moment before she regained her composure. "Kamran," she exclaimed, her voice oozing with false sweetness, "I was just taking care of some last-minute details for the wedding."

Kamran's gaze flickered to me, his eyes filled with suspicion. "And what's she doing here?" he growled, his tone accusatory.

Before I could respond, Mia interjected, her words dripping with venom. "She's just causing trouble, as usual," she spat, her eyes narrowing with malice. "But don't worry, I'll take care of her."

I bristled at her words, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. "I'm not causing trouble," I retorted, my voice trembling with indignation. "I'm just trying to make sense of all this madness."

But Kamran paid me no heed, his attention solely focused on Mia. "I want to see you," he insisted. “It’s about the recent arrangements.”

Mia's mask of indifference slipped, revealing a flicker of fear in her eyes. "Of course, darling," she replied, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "Let's go talk in private."

As they disappeared behind closed doors, leaving me alone in the echoing silence of the mansion, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was just a pawn in their twisted game, a mere spectator to the chaos unfolding around me. And as the night wore on, I knew that things were only going to get worse before they got better.

Left to my own devices, I wandered aimlessly through the lavish halls of the mansion, the opulence of my surroundings a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within me. Thoughts of Timothy and the accusations swirling around him consumed my every waking moment, a knot of worry tightening in the pit of my stomach.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the passage of time until a voice broke through the silence, jolting me back to reality.

"Miss Evie?"

I turned to see one of the maids standing timidly in the doorway, her eyes downcast as if afraid to meet my gaze.

"Yes?" I replied, forcing a smile despite the turmoil churning inside me.

"The mistress has requested your presence in the library," the maid said, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I followed the maid to the library, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepared to face Mia and Kamran once again. Whatever awaited me behind those closed doors, I knew that I had to steel myself for whatever may come.

As I entered the library, the opulent room seemed to swallow me whole, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound volumes casting long shadows across the floor. Mia sat perched on a velvet armchair, her expression unreadable as she gestured for me to take a seat opposite her.

"Evie," she began, her voice measured but tinged with an undercurrent of tension, "Have you calmed down?"

I braced myself for what was to come, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air between us. As Mia launched into a diatribe about my perceived interference in her plans, I struggled to keep my composure, my mind racing with a million unanswered questions.

But before I could respond, the doors burst open, revealing Kamran, his expression stormy as he strode into the room with purpose.

Mia's eyes widened in surprise, her facade slipping for a moment before she regained her composure. "Kamran," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with relief, "What is it now, dear? If you’re not a fan of velvet tablecloths, I can have the planner arrange a switch."

"Care to explain why I got a call about my SON being back in jail?" he demanded, his voice cold and commanding.