Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 213

The Lockridges.

The atmosphere was heavy, a suffocating silence settling over the grand house.

A handful of bodyguards in tailored suits stood rigidly outside the door, terrified into utter stillness.

As Finn pushed open the door, he found Arabella Lockridge standing in the center of the living room. Her striking features were cold and unyielding, and in her hand she gripped a long black riding crop.

Crack.

The moment Finn stepped in, Arabella snapped the crop down hard against the glass coffee table in front of her.

The table shattered instantly, shards scattering across the polished floor.

Finn flinched in surprise.

But he knew Arabella too well—she was putting on a show, not really meaning to hurt him, just reminding him who was in charge.

Pretending not to notice the broken glass, Finn strode forward with a disarming smile. “Who could've upset my beautiful sister like this? You know, you could hurt your hand swinging that thing. Why don’t you put it down and tell me who’s bothering you? I’ll make sure they regret it.”

He reached out, aiming to take the crop from her.

But Arabella flicked her wrist sharply, sending the crop smacking against the floor with a piercing crack.

“Kneel.”

Finn knew better than to argue. In one smooth motion, he dropped to his knees, no hesitation, no fuss.

His effortless compliance both exasperated and amused Arabella.

She raised the crop, but in the end only tapped him lightly with it, more symbolic than punitive. “Are you with Evangeline now?” she demanded.

Finn nodded.

Her eyes narrowed in anger and disbelief. “What did I tell you before? She’s Soren’s ex-wife—she’s part of the Fawkes family. Never mind the bad blood between the Lockridges and the Fawkes, Evangeline is the laughingstock of all of Serenity City. Yet you still choose to be with her? What are you thinking?”

Arabella wound the crop around her hand and shook it at him in warning, but finally, frustration overtook her. She slumped onto the sofa, glaring at him in disappointment.

Finn had always been a free spirit—flirtatious, reckless. Most of the time, Arabella let it slide. But this time, he’d gone too far.

The scandal was already out of control. Just earlier, she’d seen the video of Finn and Evangeline together; it had nearly made her lose her mind.

Finn only smiled. “She’s divorced Soren. There’s nothing illegal about us being together.”

“And as for Evangeline being a laughingstock, that’s Soren’s fault. He never loved her, and everyone else just followed his lead. They didn’t dare cross him, so they made her the scapegoat. None of this was really her fault.”

“You’re defending her now?” Arabella stared at him, incredulous.

Finn’s expression was earnest. “I’m not defending anyone. I’m just telling the truth.”

“But if you say it’s her fault, then it’s her fault. No one can compare to you, sis. If anyone disagrees with you, I’ll always take your side. You’re never wrong.”

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