Eva“Cheers!”The clinking of glasses filled the room alongside raucous noises and laughter. I smiled, my chest as warm as the lights illuminating us.The ending of my work in Reynolds Corps demanded a celebration for the employees on my floor and I was nothing but a generous boss. For the celebration I took everyone on my floor for a dinner celebration. Including Jonathan.He'd come to my office not long after I arrived back from Reynolds headquarters to ‘congratulate’ me personally— the congratulations which included a slew of kisses and compliments that nearly made my heart burst. After our make out session, I told him of my plans to take the entire floor to dinner and he desired to join. I was shocked and wary of the idea. His constant visits to my office were already an item of question. That the CEO himself came over to celebrate with us would be a hot topic amongst them.I was more than aware of the gossip between them, some wondering how I'd gotten to a high position at such
Eva News was normal. The press was normal, as essential as breathing air and with enough skills, an advantage. Whether in entertainment or business or simply about the mundane happenings of life, it was nothing new. It was NORMAL. But for the first time in my entire life, my heart raced painfully in my chest. This wasn't any normal news. It was gossip. A scandalous news. And it was about ME. It took reading it the first time to comprehend, yet it took the next two tries of tracing over the headlines for it to sink in. The headline was simple and direct. ‘TALES OF A SOCIAL CLIMBER: THE RISE OF EVA GREENE’ Despite S. Corps sudden rise and Jonathan's popularity, nobody put themselves in the spotlight. It was an important rule in business. My name could be easily overlooked amongst other big names, but the main question was how it even got here in the first place. I scrolled down, reading through the article. They completely eviscerated my past, barely touching my past by s
Eva My breath hitched as he cut me off. Suddenly everything stopped, the rushing feeling in my ears stilling to nothing. “You…what?” I shook my head, unable to believe it. Was it just my imagination? He'd said…he believed me? I stood in place as he stepped towards me. “I believe you Eva. I've known you for the past six years haven't I?” He asked, taking another step closer. “I've seen how willing you are to put in the hard work. I've seen how you refused to ask for help, afraid and eager to prove yourself. I've seen your quick wut, how you adapt so quickly and grow, gain confidence and beat others in their game.” he said. As he spoke, I found nothing but sincerity in his eyes, a small smile written on his face. “I've seen tasks thrown your way, some of them I did myself and yet you proved yourself each and every time, making me fall for you with every win. I saw you overcome difficulties despite the scars in your hearts to get to where you are now.” Another step. He
EvaHalf an hour later, the entire apartment was dead silent. After resolving to tell him, we had moved from the floor to the couch of the living room. There I explained everything that went on in the past and what happened now. Viktor's infidelity, kicking me out and everything that happened while he'd traveled, leaving the deal to me.Almost everything. I couldn't bring up Viktors insults, threats and attempts to corner me. Not when I knew he wouldn't take it well. Now that all was said, I remained silent as I looked at him, waiting for him to finally speak. He sat in one place, the stillness in his body and face akin to that of a statue. Under the lights illuminating his sharp cheekbones and deep blue eyes, he almost looked like one. I couldn't focus too much on his appearance however with the anxiety swirling in me.He didn't look angry at all, his face neutral to the point that I couldn't identify any actual emotion. Goodness knew what he was thinking right now.The air seemed
Was it so out of reach to think she would do this to me? Definitely not.Yet there were still little doubts. Two weeks had passed. Two weeks without any trouble. I hadn't seen or neared her, letting go of any suspicions of the past. Why would she suddenly spring up and hurt me? Was it my suspicions of her that day that led her ? Was this planned? Did she do it alone?Was I thinking too much?“You need to sleep.” Jon said, his voice springing me out of my thoughts. I looked up as his hand cupped my cheek.“You've had a long day. You need to rest. Don't bother coming to work tomorrow and stay inside as much as you can. Log off all social media too. I don't want you getting hurt.”It all made sense. I nodded, savoring his kiss to my forehead. Panic slipped in as he pulled away from our embrace.He was leaving? I swallowed thickly.I knew it was necessary for him to actually follow his word and yet…Before he could stand up I stopped him, holding his wrist.“Don't leave. Not yet.” I rush
EvaI had to reread it three more times before it fully sank in. Pushing away my laptop, I tore my gaze to the nearest wall, completely stricken.‘What the hell?’ I rubbed my face lightly before looking back at the open monitor. Through the short distance I'd made, the text still remained the same and the feeling was more and more sinister every time I looked at it. I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on the nearest wall instead.Who sent this? It had to be a prank or a practical joke.Right?I fought the urge to look back at it. After a while I gave up and brought my laptop closer to me.There was no use keeping something like this. I should just delete it and get it over with. Clicking in the email again I reached out to the “”DELETE “ button. It was right there, shining like a beacon. Deleting it would be so easy.And yet, I stopped.The timing was too coincidental. No matter how much I wanted to write it off as nothing I couldn't. An anonymous email texting me about ‘truth’ afte
EvaMy heart hammered in my chest. There was no doubt about it that what they were saying was true.The lies no doubt had to do with those fake pictures on the news, but the past?Something in me clenched. I suspected that Brienne had something to do with this, the question was what exactly had she done?Shutting my eyes, all the thoughts culminated in a painful cacophony in my head.Viktor's voice. His proud glare and sneer six years ago.“Why are you acting so surprised? It's nothing you haven't done before.”The look he'd given me two weeks ago with his accusing glare.“Just like you did to me.”These pictures. Fake texts and pictures that were apparently dated back to while I was dating him. The contorted story on that news.Broke up with me for cheating…A sharp breath left me as I opened my eyes. It felt like I was drowning and finally reached the surface. My hands were shaking, but I moved forward to type.‘What do you know?’Desperation creeped up my senses. I thought I could
Eva The moment I heard the door shut behind me, I knew he was back. My gaze remained on the television as his footsteps approached before I felt a set of arms wrap around my shoulders. “Good evening my love,” he groaned against my neck, the slight vibrations mustered a smile from me despite my mood. “You don't sound like it,” I quipped lightly, noting his weary voice. He sounded even more worn than yesterday and I was sure he looked more than he felt. “You know me so well.” He huffed against my collarbone. The fact that he couldn't muster a flirtatious comment was proof enough of his exhaustion. “Enough about me. How was your day?” he asked, looking at me. I faltered instantly, but quickly recovered. After the visit I had, I was far from okay. The uncertainty of my talk with Julienne and the weight of what I knew but couldn't say was in me, and an unsettled anxiety remained in my gut. But I couldn't tell him anything about it. Forcing a smile before I turned to him, I
EvaMy heart raced as I reached the door leading into the cafe.My words the day before were like a fever dream. It wasn't until hours later when night had fallen that doubts and panic of what I'd done began creeping in.It was still the weekend and Penelope had snatched the children away to play for the day. Jon had left to the penthouse leaving me wearing down the floor of my room alone.‘I should have waited a little longer. I wasn't prepared yet. Why did I say that?’ doubts filled my thoughts. I’d made that declaration still high on the feeling of reciprocation, to equal his determination. It was cowardly yet I was second guessing everything. ‘Maybe he hadn't told her. Maybe he would postpone it.’ All the possibilities that he wouldn't take me on my word reared its head and for a moment I nearly deluded myself into thinking that it wouldn't happen. The text I'd gotten twenty minutes after rid those thoughts away. ‘‘We’re on our way to the cafe.’’ he said.The ticking time I
Eva“Is he going to still keep us waiting?”“Jon,” my voice came out harsher than I expected, but it was rightfully so. Jon looked trite immediately. He looked away and set his jaw, making me deflate instantly. Out of all the words I could use to describe Jonathan, insufferable wasn't on the list yet it seemed that way now more than ever. I couldn't blame him for how he's been reacting though.It was my fault for making the decision so abruptly, especially when I had so confidently told him that I wouldn't let Viktor into their lives. Despite his attempt to be supportive he hadn't expected me to go through with it, hence his reaction now It had taken a day to come to terms with my decision and another day to muster up the courage to tell Jon. It took a few days more for us to talk about it.He was far from happy once I told him my decision but he'd accepted it, or claimed to at least. Despite his veiled irritation and his attempt to pick on things, he was still here for me. For all
Viktor “Did something happen?” My mother asked, her worried tone filtering through the phone. I smiled even if she couldn't see it, trying to muster.“Nothing bad happened mom. It's just some extra documents to sort out in the office. I'll be coming home later than normal is all.” I said. It wasn't necessarily a lie, yet it still sent a sliver of guilt to me that I would miss dinner with her. I didn't want any setbacks on the relationship we were rebuilding.The anxiety eased as she sighed,“Okay…” my mother trailed off, “Don't forget to eat.”“I won't,” I quickly assured her, “I love you mom.”Despite time and efforts bringing us closer I was still half expecting her to hesitate and not day it at all. It made it all the more relieving when she chuckled.“Love you too.” she said and the call ended. Putting my phone down I turned to the empty street from my office window. Only a few hours ago, I was recieving what felt like the best and worst news of my life.A part of me still couldn
EvaI entered the cafe booked for this meeting. It was a new place, unfamiliar to me unlike my regular spot with Penelope’s Cafe or the growing familiarity of the Greenhouse cafe. It was exactly what I wanted for this occasion.I needed a neutral spot, free from any influence to meet him. This time, we were on equal grounds.“Good day, what's your order?” The unfamiliar waitress smiled at me. I ordered a random pastry and some water to pass the time. I wasn't planning on staying for long.The noises around helped keep me calm but I kept on questioning if this was the right thing to do.‘We’ll see,’ I told myself.The door opened and this time I looked up to meet a familiar face..he was right on time.Viktor entered the cafe, looking around. I silently nodded the moment he spotted me, waiting with bated breath.Less than a few days ago I'd finally solved the conflict brewing in my mind with a single call to the RCF office. They recognized me and amidst my issues, forwarded my call to h
EvaI tensed hearing his name from her mouth. Penelope sighed beside me.In the past, she hadn't done so much as blink an eye when I told her my past and who my ex lover was despite him being a literal billionaire from one of the wealthiest families. While many others would have found a way to take advantage of the information, she hadn't even bothered mentioning it after I told her except when she wanted to curse him out. It was rare to see someone like that. It was one of the oddest things that made me question her in the past but that was just the way she was. Grounded. The money glitz and glamor didn't seem to affect her. I was grateful for it.“Julienne, let's change the topic.” she offered while Julienne remained feel “B-but..”“Yes. He is.” I cut her off, giving Penelope an assuring glance that made her relax in her seat. Switching my gaze to the brunette, I saw that her face turned slack.I expected the shock, but I I hadn't expected her face to turn stormy. “So when he che
Eva “Stop,” I spoke through the silent room as I paced, as if it would help. Spoiler alert: it didn't. In the end, settling on the couch was the only reprieve for my tired legs. I shut my eyes, digging my fingers into the side of my head as frustration brewed in me Why? Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? It was already Friday, four days since I confronted Viktor. Normally I was able to brush up any upsetting thing with a layer of professionalism as I did in the past or simply block it out, get for some reason that day and his words remained stuck in my mind. I couldn't stop thinking back to him, his face and his words. And worst of all, it was making more guilt settle in me for rejecting him and his desire to see the children. Which was insane…right? My hardy words that day still rang true, yet a stabbing feeling came to my gut as I recalled how his face fell. His sincere expression. I was doing the right thing by keeping him away yet my conscience was telling me
Eva I couldn't hide my restlessness for the rest of the day. My mind was going haywire. If not for Lucy constantly keeping me in check I was sure I would have been a spaced out mess. Every action I took felt more automatic than conscious. Thanks to a text I received I knew that Jon wasn't coming back till evening. I couldn't wait to get home. The moment it was nearing closing time I stormed out, grabbing my bag and keys to leave. I told myself to wait three days until things cooled down, but Victor's appearance changed everything. I had to tell Jon, tonight. “Mommy!” Cory squealed, jumping up to hug me. I caught his embrace, putting on a smile. How ironic it was that I'd just spoken about them a few hours before. Their signature green eyes haunted me. “Were you two good?” I teased lightly after separating from them, forcing those thoughts away. ”We’ve never been bad!” Anthea cried out while Cory pouted. I stifled a laugh. “Alright. Let's go.” I foisted them I to the
EvaI swallowed thickly. It was ironic that he was here now that Jon was away. The man I wanted to tell everything was absent while the one I wasn't ready to face stood in front of me.I wished I could be defensive and pull it under the rug. A part of me urged to walk away and completely ignore him, but what good will that do when he would still find me here or could corner me somewhere else?Despite his actions, this time, he actually had the moral high ground to come to me demanding answers. I couldn't refuse, even if I wanted to.There wasn't any escape this time.I quickly glanced around. Just as I hoped,the parking lot was empty, leaving me in privacy.I sped my footsteps to near him, heart shaky. I stopped several inches away, leaning in as the spice of his cologne wafted.“Not here,” I said in a low voice, averting my gaze. When I finally looked up, I met his face full of disbelief and anger.“Not now. I have a meeting minutes from now. After…we can talk somewhere else.” my wo
Eva Darkness filled the room and I had a feeling that it was past midnight. Jon's breaths beside me were supposed to be soothing but my thoughts ran even louder.“Are you going to tell me what's wrong?” He'd asked soon after I'd recovered. He was so considerate, despite not knowing what or why I was in that state as he led me inside, making an excuse as we passed the kids about why I couldn't show my face until he led me into the bedroom. I tried to speak. I tried, but the words couldn't come out. I was still too spaced out, too in my head and in shock to do so. the question of what if was torturing me. That had been happening more times than I liked.In the end he'd sighed and happily brushed it off, set on distracting me. I was both relieved and pressured. How could I hold this back from him?Guilt bubbled my gut horribly , both then and now. It didn't help that throughout dinner Cory and Anthea's faces were there to remind me of the accident that happened.I always kept a pictur