Chapter 12

News of the Langley family's grand homecoming gala for their long-lost heiress Evelyn had sent shockwaves through high society.

The Grand Hyatt, the crown jewel of the Sullivan empire, blazed with light. Crystal chandeliers scattered prismatic brilliance across the ballroom as staff perfected every detail.

"Look up, Miss Langley."

Evelyn sat motionless before the vanity as the stylist traced her features. The mirror reflected porcelain skin and cool, distant eyes.

"Mother, isn't this excessive?"

Her fingers twisted in the priceless couture gown. Seventeen years of ordinary life left her unprepared for such opulence.

Victoria Langley squeezed her daughter's hand. "This is your birthright, darling. Tonight all of Manhattan will witness the return of the Langley princess."

Footsteps announced the arrival of her six brothers. Their collective breath caught at the vision before them.

"Ethan Sullivan doesn't deserve this," Theodore muttered.

The words barely escaped when a tall figure appeared in the doorway. Ethan stood framed in black bespoke, diamond cufflinks glinting like stars.

His gaze locked onto Evelyn - the same girl he'd seen covered in construction dust, now breathtakingly transformed.

"Speechless, Mr. Sullivan?" Victoria teased.

"Miss Langley is radiant tonight," Ethan admitted freely.

Evelyn turned away coldly. This arranged marriage meant nothing to her. Were it not for her family, she'd gladly remain invisible.

"Ethan, show Evelyn the venue," Victoria said with a meaningful glance. "And remember - no one lays a finger on my daughter."

Ethan's mouth twitched at the police report flashing through his mind.

Harm her?

The real danger was Evelyn sending someone to the ER.