Unmasking the Heiress

Only when the server emerged with their drinks did Julia seize her moment, darting in front of him.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

A triumphant glint swept over her as she looked at Evangeline.

Evangeline, you're so smug, aren't you? Well, tonight's the night you're going down in flames, Julia thought, a gleeful smirk playing on her lips. Evangeline, settled in her booth, received her cocktail

It was a stunning shade of bright blue, the ice cubes casting a cool mist. If she leaned in close, the scent of tequila would tease her senses.

Evangeline's lips curled into a pleased smile.

Tomorrow was blue, no? That was exactly the drink she had had in mind

She took a delicate sip, letting the flavors dance on her tongue.

The liquor was potent, rushing to her head, and Evangeline knew she would be over the edge if she had

more than half.

She reined in the urge to gulp it down and, as the dance floor pulsed with a new song, she eagerly pulled Roslyn into the throng

The beat was infectious, and Roslyn was panting in no time. She then saw Evangeline, her movements quick yet elegant, and she just had to stop and watch

She was not the only one. Soon, everyone around Evangeline had paused, captivated by her dance.

Evangeline was the life of the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the thumping beats. Twirling, leaping with a fiery passion, she was a spectacle of grace and strength that drew every eye, leaving the crowd breathless for her next electrifying move. She shone like a fiery sprite in the limelight, a vision of red, dancing as if she was made for that moment

From the sea of faces, a voice of recognition cut through the noise

"Can you believe it? Isn't that our very own queen of the night? ""She's back!"

The chant rose from the dance floor, echoing through the club "Queen!"

"Queen"

In an instant, darkness swallowed the club, but the beat marched on

The DJ's voice crackled through the speakers, "Get ready for Whiskey Barrel Pub's infamous three-minute blackout! Hit the floor, claim your spot, and let loose. You've got three minutes to make some magic Let's set this night on fire!" Evangeline's heart raced with the music, but the sudden darkness threw her off. The liquor she had

downed earlier was then a warm buzz in her veins.

She tried to navigate to the edge of the dance floor, her senses leading the way. Out of nowhere, a strong hand clamped onto her arm, pulling her with an irresistible force.

The world spun as she was yanked into a shadowy corner. Her skin was hot, the wall cold against her back, a rush of sensations that jolted her back to reality.

However, as her head cleared, the stranger's intentions grew bolder.

Evangeline was pinned against the wall by a man with a broad chest and a narrow waist, his hands roaming over her body with a boldness that was heading dangerously south. "Stop it!" she cried out, pushing against his hands with all her might, but her voice was slurred and feeble from the alcohol.

"Touch me again, and I'll scream for help!"

She did not realize that the alcohol had dulled her senses, making her protests sound more like the weak mewling of a kitten than a threat.

The man hesitated for a moment, his breath catching. Then, with a swift move, he shifted her sideways, and before she knew it, Evangeline was swept off her feet and cradled in his arms. "Let me go!"

Her heart sank. She had run into one of those nightclub predators, the kind who lurked in the shadows waiting for an easy target.