Vincent arrived at his home while fuming in anger in rage after whatever happened at Madison's mansion, he was so close of losing his almost damn temper, only because of Edward who never loose the chance of provoking Vincent, but this time it was too much.Talking about his wife to whom he considers his another enemy but the thing Edward said today was ringing in his head.He always wanted a wife with innocent at heart and a pure soul but not a whore.he desired to treat her like her queen but at the same time he was afraid, what if the girl he loves the most turned out to be just like his mom NO he would never want that it's the only reason he never approached any girl by himself and turned his heart like a stone.After that specific thought he never wished to marry any girl but then this what happened and he curses for it but the innocence and honesty in her eyes was clear when she confessed about being Eva and not Naomi really confused him.He had no idea why, but he still didn't want t
Edward's POV'After my meeting with Vincent,I went home and drowned myself in alcohol. How can I let my Eva to be with him?But what can I do now that asshole has already married my girl.I made that old rag to lie about Eva being Naomi, not because I wanted to hurt my babygirl, but I don't want her to accept Vincent and give him everything which belongs to me.Eva is different.She's not like other girls.The thing which makes me more obsessed with her is her undescribable personality.She's usually gentle, sweet and pretty naive, which makes her susceptible to the harsh dangers of the world.If any other girl would have been in her place of what she had gone through,she definitely would have killed herself but she didn't.She's still coping up with every thing beyond my expectation.What makes me to desire of her? want to claim her as mine was not her extreme innnocence or her resistence.It's her submissive character.For her making boys crazy over her isn't a big deal.She can make anyone cra
I tried to get my wrist out of his hold.My left leg had given up. I couldn't walk anymore.My head was spinning badly.I even saw black dots infront of me, but again I gained consciousness."You look so weak wifey.Let me refresh you."He said while roughly pushing me on the couch.I helplessly laid on the sofa trying to gain some strength, but before I could even sit up, I was harshly pushed back on the couch. In an instant, my wrists were in his hold.I tried to wiggle my wrists out of his grip but he pinned them above my head in a tight grip.My eyes slightly opened, witnessing the not so pleasant intentions he had in his eyes."Let's start our first night, shall we?"With that, he slammed his lips on my neck, making my eyes widen in shock."N-No stop."I whispered yelled, but he didn't stop.His cold lips met my warm skin, giving me goosebumps.I again tried to struggle in hopes of escaping, but nothing worked. He was too strong.He started to carry his wet kisses all over my neck.My whole
Eva's Pov'I slowly opened my eyes, which were burning due to all my crying session earlier.I held my throbbing head and squeezed my eyes, trying to remember what happened to me. But soon my eyes shot open feeling my other hand wrapped in a cold metal.I tried to move my wrist but it only added more pain to my already bruised wrist.At last, I let out a sigh, giving up on my efforts.I slowly sat up on the bed holding my head using my free wrist.My head was really thumping bad in pain.I leaned on the bed's head board and stared at the wall infront of me with a blank expression on my face.Tears were blurring my sight.I just let out a sad chuckle."Why do I always have to be punished for others' mistakes?"I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning against the headboard of the bed."When will my suffering come to an end?"I know it was not Naomi who did something to Vincent's brother... It's my father..he's the cause behind everything.Only Naomi can help me...but how?..I don't even have a cel
"You don't even have to know him Wifey...The only person you need to remember from now on is me...your hell like husband."He said and pulled away from me and I scooted away from him, covering myself with a duvet.He chuckled at my fear and stuffed his hands in his pockets."Enough with the resting, Wifey...Now get off from the bed and make me something to eat.I want my lunch in an hour or or I will have something else."He said, licking his lips, staring at my body with an evil smirk which was scaring the hell out of me with that. He walked out of the room.I removed the duvet and stood up with the help of the nightstand.I looked at my appearance and sighed.I was only in a big sized hoodie. It was too big for my body, but I still needed to put something on my bare legs.I went towards the wardrobe, limping and hissing because of my wound.I took out sweatpants and carefully wore them, not wanting to damage my already damaged leg.I limped towards the kitchen and, gulped.Why this house is
again...she did it once again.Why is she so different? My every torture she had it without any protest until its physical touch.She should be pleased with my touch, not with my torture, but it was the complete opposite here.I'm sure she must have desired to have a young yet successful billionaire like me, then why the fuck she cries every time I tried to touch her...is she really not Naomi?..No! she is Naomi, she just trying to act all innocent.I stared at her and she wiped her lips using her sleeves.She stood up and grabbed the dirty dishes from the table ann went limping towards the kitchen.I silently stared at her washing the dishes, but then an evil plan popped in my mind.I stood up from my seat and walked towards her.Eva's Pov'I stiffened in my place when the two bulky arms wrapped around my waist, making my back hit his hard muscular chest and I knew who it was.I gulped when he buried his face in my neck, making me squirt uncomfortably."You smell so magical yet delicious."I
Eva's Pov'"I'm already regretting marrying a whore like you, Wifey."Before I could react, he slammed his lips on mine. Kissing me fiercely. I was in entire shock. It was my first kiss. I had never kissed anyone before and how could I? When I was locked in a golden cage for my entire life. I always wanted to experience this heavenly feeling, but not like this. His one hand was wrapped around my waist since I started to struggle in his grip. He squeezed my waist, earning a gasp from me while he entered his tongue and started to devour my mouth like a hungry wolf. His tongue was playing with mine, fighting for dominance which I never intend to give in. He groaned in satisfaction when I clutched his shoulder. I was now running out of breath. It was my first kiss and the way he kissed me I felt like I would pass out at any time. I was writhing under him, but it looked like he didn't have any intention of letting me go. I was praying for him to stop and soon my prayers were heard. He sto
My chain of thoughts was broken when I felt a hand squeezing my thighs.I stared at the hand, then at Vincent, who was looking out of the window, and I followed his gaze. His car was stopped at the big shiny glass building which I supposed was his office. Vincent got out of his limo and came to my side, opening the door, and he placed his hand in front of me to hold.I stared at his hand, thinking why was he being too gentle with me?"I don't have a whole day, so grab my hand and get out of the damned car."Gulping down my fear, I held his hand and got out.I was staring at the glassy building in front of me. It was really a huge one. While I was taking in my surroundings, a low gasp left my mouth. My eyes widened. I stared at my husband beside me, who grabbed me by my waist. He leaned close to my ears."Why so shocked? Butterfly."He drawled and I could feel my cheeks heating. He placed a kiss below my ear and started to walk towards the building entrance.As we were walking through the l
Seven months later!The bedroom was a slumbering giant, quiet and dark. The only source of light was soft moonlight reaching through the window. The shadow of Eva clung to the walls as she got up from the bed way too silently, preventing herself from making any noise that could wake her husband. She entered the kitchen. The only sound was a faint hum of the fridge as she tiptoed barefoot across the cool tiles. Every step felt like a secret, the wood beneath her feet creaking just enough to make her pause and to see if her husband had come around.But she can't blame herself for waking up in the middle of the night because of her pregnancy cravings. That craving hit her like a storm hours ago, a hunger so fierce it gnawed at her and tugged her out of bed. Eva opened the fridge door with a careful softness, as if even the rush of cold air might betray her. The insides are glowing like a treasure chest just like moonlight.Grinning, she opened the ice-cream tub, taking a spoonful of mint
There's a phrase called.'Pain is a silent storm that rages within, unseen by the world but felt in every breath I take.'They lost a baby!But they still had another one!In the hospital's white sheets Eva stared blankly at the ceiling. She was numb to feel anything absorbing the news from earlier. Her heart wasn't ready to accept that they had lost a baby, but she was still pregnant with the other one. Yes, she was pregnant with twins, but their fate took an ugly turn. Her heart pained at the loss, but at the same time it was relieved that she was still pregnant. She was pregnant but she lost the other one. She didn't know how to feel about it.The doctor checked her with a stethoscope while Vincent's gaze remained stuck on her stomach. He was feeling the same emotions as her but showed an emotionless demeanor towards the outer world."It's a phenomenon called 'vanishing twin syndrome'. It wasn't a rare case, as people believe, but who can escape destiny?"The doctor's last words ad
Author's POV'Eva trembled as fear started rising in her when Chloe declared that, and before she could open her mouth to say something, a loud voice could be heard inside the basement."I'll burn down the world, including you, if you even dare to hurt my wife, Chloe."Her eyes snapped towards the source of the voice. She took a breath of relief as silent tears made their way through her eyes."Oh, so you have finally come, my dear son."Chloe stated sarcastically, but my eyes were stuck on Vincent, who wasn't even glancing her way. Her heart clenched thinking he might not forgive her this time for the stupidity she did."Come to the point, Chloe."His eyes remained firm on his mother."What's the hurry, son? We are meeting after so long, and I'm your mother, so don't call me by my name."Chloe's eyes started to turn red in anger when she stated the last line."You don't deserve to be called a mother. In fact, you don't deserve to be one."Chloe gritted her teeth at his words."Watch
"If you want to find out about an important woman in your husband's life, then come and meet me at the given location."I stared at the message in front of me blankly. I was so excited not too long ago, and I was feeling numb not understanding my own feelings. After finding out about my pregnancy, the happiness and incredible feelings which I was feeling was just indescribable. I was so excited to surprise Vincent with this news, but got this heartbreaking message which shattered my heart into pieces.Is this the same woman whom Vincent was taking with the other day?I need to find out about her. It is a necessity for me to know, since Vincent wasn't telling me on his own. We can't move on to our next chapter of life without knowing one's past life. He already knows about mine but me, on the other hand? What about me? Isn't it my right to know about my husband's past life which he refused to tell me about?"Since you won't tell me, I need to find out on my own or else we can't move on
Holding my hair at one side, I continued to throw up in the toilet of whatever I ate this afternoon until my stomach emptied completely. Vomits are the most disgusting thing in the world. I always find them way to hell because it takes all my strength away, leaving me numb and weak. I was feeling so numb that I couldn't even stand on my feet even if I tried, so I sat there until I was able to stand on my feet.I was still feeling that sweet sore between my legs after our last night's session.I'm not complaining though. A tear rolled down my cheeks when last night flashed in front of me."I don't want you again in my life. Do you get that? I'm happy with my wife and don't want any other woman in my life."Whom was he talking about? Is he hiding his past from me? Don't I have the right to know? Did he had another woman in his past, and now she's trying to get back?I sobbed as I felt an immense pain inside my heart when I thought about possibilities. I should trust him and nothing else.
I stared up at him with my glossy eyes while his eyes were still closed as he made his wish with a blow of a candle. I smiled back through my glossy eyes when he opened his eyes, smiling."It's not a good thing to let others know about your wishes, Vincent."I exclaimed softly, trying to control my tears, but unfortunately, one tear escaped from my eye. He chuckled lowly before wiping my tear using his thumb."For me, I wanted you to know my wish."He whispered near my ear, leaning down."Because no one can fulfill it rather than you."I smiled, bringing the cake up towards him."Come on now, cut the cake and tell me how it is?"I exclaimed happily, but he narrowed his eyes in curiosity. I sighed dramatically before saying."Because I made it with my own hands for you."It's my first cake which I baked by the way, but I won't tell him because I don't want to terrify him by telling him it's my first time making a cake. Yes, I have baked before, but they were muffins, not cakes.He shoo
Eva's POV'Time, a ceaseless tide, moves on, A river with no end or dawn.It flows in whispers, soft and fast, turning the future into the past.Pages turn and seasons blend, stories shift, the chapters bend.In its current, moments flee, Echoes of what used to be.Yet within its endless sweep, we find the dreams we strive to keep.Time, in all its fleeting grace, Shapes the contours of our place. Like now when two years went by in a daze, and yet we never knew.There's no doubt when they say time flies faster than a shooting star, fleeting moments that swiftly spar.It rushes by like whispers in the wind, leaving echoes of the life we’ve pinned.And like that, it's been two years and my nephew is already eighteen months old. Literally, he's a gem of our family and the most adorable baby so far. Whenever I see Naomi's son, I always feel like I really want one, but am always scared of how Vincent will react. When I'm yet to confess my feelings, more specifically my jumbled feelings. It
Eva gasped when he lifted her off the ground."What are you doing?"She hissed."Can't you see I'm carrying my wife?"Her heart flattered when he said that. Placing her on the couch, he sat beside her."Is it hurting?"Vincent asked while taking her wrist in his hold. She nodded her head in anticipation."I know it is."He declared while kissing the red spot on her wrist. Her wrist throbbed with an insistent ache, the swelling turning her skin a painful shade of red.As her husband gently kissed the inflamed area, his touch was both tender and soothing. The warmth of his lips seemed to carry a comfort that transcended the physical relief he was offering. At that moment, her pain felt less like an isolated torment and more like a shared experience, softened by his unwavering presence.Her heart swelled with a deep, aching gratitude, mingled with an overwhelming sense of love. Tears threatened to spill, not just from the pain, but from the profound reassurance of his compassion. She fel
As the sun began its gentle descent, the sky transformed into a serene canvas of soft pastel—blushed pinks, mellow oranges, and calming purples blending seamlessly. The air, now cooler than the warmth of the day, carried a gentle, fragrant breeze that rustled through the trees in a soothing lullaby.Shadows stretched long and delicate, dancing lightly on the ground as if playing tag with the fading light. The distant hum of day-to-day life receded, replaced by the quiet symphony of crickets and the occasional chirp of a nightingale.The horizon, tinged with a tranquil glow, seemed to embrace the world in a comforting embrace, promising rest and renewal as the stars began to twinkle softly above. In this gentle twilight, the evening wrapped everything in a blanket of peace, inviting reflection and calm except for Eva. crueltyIt was almost a serene night and there were no traces of Vincent, which was making Eva restless. It was unsettling for her after whatever happened a few hours ago