Eva's pov My eyes scanned across Nate's face, taking in his handsome features even amidst the pain and turmoil. His face was downcast, his eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and longing. The silence between us lingered, heavy with unspoken words and unanswered questions."You still went back to her?" I finally managed to ask, my voice laced with a blend of hurt and curiosity. The ache in my heart made it difficult to comprehend why he would betray our love for someone else.Nate's gaze met mine, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and remorse. He took a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity as he began to explain himself. "Eva, I don't expect you to understand or forgive me right away. It was a moment of weakness, of misplaced emotions. But it was a mistake, and I regret it more than I can express."I listened, my heart torn between the love I still held for him and the pain of his betrayal. The conflicting emotions battled within me, as I struggled to find clarity amids
Eva's povI stepped out of the hotel, my heart heavy with despair, tears streaming down my face. I tried desperately to keep them in check, to wipe away the evidence of my crumbling emotions, not wanting to create a spectacle in the busy street. Each swipe across my cheeks felt futile, as if the tears were an unstoppable force, pouring forth with an intensity I could no longer contain.Feeling the weight of my emotions bearing down on me, I sought solace in a secluded corner. I pressed myself against the wall, my back against the cold bricks, and closed my eyes, attempting to calm the storm raging within. Slowly, my trembling breaths steadied, and a fragile sense of composure settled upon me.As I gathered my strength to face the unknown, I ventured onto the sidewalk. The streets stretched out before me, a labyrinth of unfamiliar paths. The realization hit me hard—I had no money for a taxi. How had I allowed myself to end up in this desperate situation? I felt utterly lost, both figur
Nate's pov As Julie and I entered the hotel, a sense of excitement and anticipation filled the air. We couldn't help but giggle, our laughter echoing softly in the lobby. It was a quaint establishment, tucked away from the bustling city, and that was exactly what we needed. This wasn't a popular hotel, but that's precisely why I chose it. I didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention.Approaching the front desk, I exchanged a polite smile with the receptionist, who seemed unfazed by our presence. With a quick check-in process, we were assigned a room on the top floor. The receptionist handed us the key, and I felt a rush of butterflies in my stomach. The adventure was just beginning.Hand in hand, Julie and I made our way to the stairs. The walls of the staircase were adorned with vintage paintings, their colors slightly faded over time, as if whispering stories of past guests who had tread these very steps. Our footsteps blended with the soft music playing in the background, creati
...Eva pov...I slowly opened my eyes, feeling disoriented and cold. As my vision adjusted to the dim lighting, I realized I was lying on a small bed in a cramped room. Shivering, I pulled the thin blanket closer around me.“You're awake!” a familiar voice exclaimed, and I turned my head to see Rosie standing by the bed. I mustered a weak smile and coughed lightly, my throat feeling scratchy.“What happened, Rosie?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The memories of the events leading up to this moment were hazy, like fragments of a dream.“You passed out,” Rosie replied, concern etched on her face. “You were out in the cold for too long, and you seemed mentally exhausted.” She let out a heavy sigh, her worry palpable.Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to piece together the situation. “So, where are we? Is this a bar?” I asked, glancing around the cramped room, noticing the absence of any bar-like elements.“Yes, I believe this is a resting room,” Rosie explained. “The o
...Eva pov...Mr. William nodded approvingly, his concern shifting into a genuine warmth. “Good,” he said, his eyes conveying a sense of gratitude. “Let me get you another drink. Consider it a token of my appreciation.” He poured a cup for me again.Mr. William smiled as he watched me gulp it down. “Help? Are you certain?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing in uncertainty. He seemed both hesitant and intrigued by my sudden offer. “Yes, I want to lend a hand. I can see that you're managing everything alone, and I would like to be a part of this place, even if just for a while,” I explained, my voice filled with sincerity.A smile slowly spread across Mr. William's face, a mix of gratitude and relief evident in his expression. “Well, Eva, that's very kind of you,” he replied, appreciating my willingness to assist. “If you're up for it, there's plenty to do. We could use an extra set of hands.”Feeling a surge of excitement, I eagerly nodded. “Absolutely, count me in! Just let me know wh
… Eva's pov…I carefully balanced the ice bucket of drinks as Mr. Williams pointed me towards a table. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached, trying my best to appear calm and composed. I set the cups beside the drinks, making sure not to spill a drop.As I glanced at the guests, my eyes widened with a mix of surprise and fear. There, sitting in one of the seats, was someone I knew all too well. It was him—the man who haunted my thoughts and dreams. I gulped, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over me.The man, seated on one of the chairs at the table, caught my attention. It was a moment of surprise and fleeting recognition. His appearance was striking, with a commanding presence that seemed to emanate from him effortlessly. His features held an air of mystery, the kind that made you instinctively are keen to know more.Desperately, I lowered my head, hoping that my actions would shield me from his notice. I turned away sluggishly, attempting to blend into the background. Taking a
… Eva's pov…“Where did they go off to?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. “Seattle,” he replied, and my eyes widened in surprise. Seattle? The thought of the vast distance between us and that city sent a pang of longing through my heart.He nodded, a mixture of sadness and nostalgia evident in his eyes. I watched as he dabbed the side of his eyes, trying to conceal the tears that threatened to spill over. Without hesitation, I reassured him, “It's alright, Mr. William. You can cry on me. It doesn't show weakness.”To my relief, a chuckle erupted from him, echoing throughout the room. His laughter was a balm, lifting the heaviness in the air. I smiled, grateful that my words had brought a brief moment of respite to his troubled heart.“Let's get back to work,” he said, his voice filled with determination, as if he was mustering the strength to carry on. I nodded in agreement, ready to resume my tasks and provide whatever support I could.Just as we were about to continue, his
Eva pov As I stood behind the bar, the dim lights cast a subtle glow on the surroundings, creating an intimate atmosphere. The back of the bar had a rustic charm, adorned with shelves filled with an array of liquor bottles, reflecting the warm light in their glass forms. The air was filled with a mix of conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, creating a lively ambiance.Amidst the bustling activity, I heard a familiar voice calling my name. "Eva!" Mr. Williams called out from inside the bar. I turned around, searching for the source of his voice. His tone carried a sense of urgency, piquing my curiosity. I saw him standing behind Robert, who was positioned in front of me, blocking my view of the package."It's safe, Eva," Robert reassured me, his face partially illuminated by the soft light. I could make out the lines of his face, the strong jawline, and the hint of a smile that touched his lips. His eyes, though partially shadowed, displayed a genuine concern for my we
… Eva's pov… I stared at Miles's furious eyes, my heart raced, and my mind scrambled to find the right words to say. He was convinced I had released those pictures, but the truth was, I had nothing to do with it. I knew who did it, but revealing the culprit meant exposing a dark secret that could shatter the fragile trust between Miles and me. For now, I had to protect myself from Miles, the real mastermind behind the deceit.My face contorted into a scowl as Miles accused me of lying. “You can't lie to me, Eva,” he said with a tone that mixed hurt and frustration. His grip on my hands tightened, but I had to remain strong. I couldn't let Miles fall victim to Miles' cunning games.“It was nothing,” I replied, trying to feign innocence as I shrugged my shoulders.Mile's doubt and anger were evident, but I was unable to bring myself to confess the truth. The fear of Miles' wrath kept my lips sealed. As I hurriedly walked away, my heart pounded in my chest, and my mind raced with fear an
…Eva's pov… I dropped onto the couch, my heart was pounding, my lips shivering with anticipation and anxiety. Thoughts raced through my mind as I looked at the closed door, wondering what secrets it held. My eyes then caught a glimpse of the phone lying on the couch beside me, a tempting source of answers.I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the phone, unsure if I wanted to know what lay hidden within its digital confines. But curiosity got the better of me, and I finally stretched my hand out to pick it up. With a deep breath, I unlocked the device and opened his social media profile, hoping to find some clues.As I scrolled through, I was relieved to see that no pictures had been released. However, I squinted my eyes, trying to discern any cryptic messages or hidden hints. Frowning, I moved on to his emails, searching for anything that might shed light on the mysterious deal.My heart raced as I delved deeper into his digital life, but there was still no sign of any com
… Eva's pov…I can't believe Miles right now. He's always been the one to trust, the one who understands me, but today feels different. I take a step back, one foot after the other, as I try to distance myself from the conversation. His frown deepens, and I can see the bewilderment in his eyes."What makes you think so?" he asks, his eyebrows slanting in concern. But I can't handle it right now. I don't want to listen to any of it. Not at all."I don't want to hear none of it," I say firmly, raising my voice to make my point clear. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my emotions getting the better of me. I wave my hands in frustration, trying to keep myself from breaking down."Eva," Miles starts to say, but I can't let him continue. I cut him off sharply, repeating myself, "At all! I don't want to hear none of it."My cheeks feel hot, and I know they must be flushed red. I hate feeling this way—angry, hurt, and confused all at once. Why can't things just be simple? Why does eve
… Eva's pov…I looked up, my eyes meeting Miles as he descended the stairs. My gaze was icy, concealing the turmoil of emotions beneath a Stoic exterior. It was hard to discern what I was truly thinking or feeling as I watched him approach, seemingly unfazed by my cold stare. Did he even realize the intensity of my scrutiny?As he reached the bottom of the stairs, I couldn't tear my eyes away. They narrowed slightly, betraying the lingering fixation on him. There was an undeniable tension between us, a history of unresolved conflicts and complicated emotions that lingered in the air.Our interactions were never warm or open. Silence hung heavy between us, speaking louder than any words we could exchange. The unspoken emotions were palpable, leaving anyone observing us curious about the nature of our relationship and the events that had led to this moment.I wondered if the coldness in my eyes would ever thaw, if we'd ever find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between us. Or perh
Eva's povI was busy in the kitchen, humming a soft tune to myself as I prepared breakfast. It had been two months since I moved into this house, and I had finally settled in, becoming familiar with the creaky floorboards and the way the morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window. The rhythmic clinking of utensils and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air, making me feel at home.As I was flipping pancakes on the stovetop, my phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, I saw that it was an unknown number. Usually, I'd let it go to voicemail, but something made me curious this time. Maybe it was the way the morning felt, a sense of adventure in the air, or simply the desire for a change from my usual routine.I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and picked up the phone, "Hello?""Eva, is that you?" a voice on the other end asked hesitantly.My heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced to identify the voice. It wasn't a voice I recognized immediately. "Yes, this is Eva. May I
...Nate's pov...As I sat in the car, my mind was filled with a mixture of concern and determination. I was on a call with someone who seemed to have crucial information, and I needed to be sure of its accuracy. "Are you really sure?" I asked, hoping for confirmation."Yes, sir," the person on the other end of the call replied confidently. "I am sure. We didn't report it earlier because we didn't immediately match her description with the lady in mention. But calculating the time, she must have been the one. Coupled with her ignorance and discretion as reported."I nodded, taking in the information carefully. It seemed that they had found a lead on Eva, and it was important for me to be fully informed to ensure her safety."Okay, okay," I replied, sounding convinced. "But... I hope no one else has this information that will trace her back to us.""No one," the voice reassured me. "She was, however, traced to the bar. Also, a bar attendant said someone took her. He matched the descripti
…Eva's pov…My eyes watered, and my lips quivered as I looked at Miles. His smile and laughter in response to my outburst only fueled my anger. “Damn you,” I howled, my voice a mix of frustration and hurt.He turned, seemingly unfazed by my emotional outburst, and casually mentioned that breakfast was ready. The sound of my stomach grumbling reminded me of my hunger, but I didn't want anything from him.“You think I want anything from you?” I growled, my hands balling into fists. I would rather not give him the satisfaction of knowing that his breakfast offer tempted me.“What are you waiting for?” he asked, standing there at the door post, seemingly unperturbed by my anger.I moved towards him, my eyebrows slanted with determination. My legs were still shaky, and I felt haggard from the emotional turmoil he had put me through. I knew he had planned this, trying to manipulate me by offering food when he knew I was hungry.He seemed to read my thoughts and confirmed it with a smirk. “Y
…Eva's pov… I watched Miles leave the room, my heart boiled with anger and frustration. How could he just walk away like that? After everything we shared, he acted as if it meant nothing to him. It felt like he was constantly pushing me away, and I couldn't bear it any longer.My chest heaved up and down as I tried to control my emotions. The sudden transformation had left my wolf weak, and the rush of emotions was overwhelming. I wanted to scream, to let out all the pent-up anger inside me, but I felt powerless to do anything.I clenched my fists, feeling the limits of my strength breaking, but there was no outlet for it. I couldn't take my anger out on Miles, even though part of me wanted to lash out at him for hurting me like this.As the rage subsided, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The emotional turmoil had drained me, and I could do nothing but stare weakly at the door through which Miles had left. It hurt to realize that I still cared for him despite everything.My
… Miles pov…I disengaged from Eva, rolling off her with a sense of relief washing over me. Our bodies had been intertwined, and the physical warmth between us was palpable. It was a mixture of emotions that I couldn't fully decipher.As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, as I moved a little my body came in contact with Eva's body again and I couldn't help but notice how Eva's body still radiated heat. My heart was pounding, and wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. The room felt stifling, and I needed to clear my head. What had just happened between us was passionate?Eva stirred beside me and her body seemed to get warmer. I glanced at her, wondering what she was thinking. Did she feel the same mix of emotions I did? Or was she just as confused as I was about where we stood?The moonlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal glow upon the room. It was a full moon and the beautiful moon made the room half visible. Her breaths heavy, and I could feel the warmth of h