“He personally sent an invitation to me and I promised him we'll be there. And you are refusing to go?" Eva's tone was neutral, but the dare in her eyes made Shawn halt. She stood by the window, arms crossed, watching him as he paced the length of their living room.He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. "It's complicated."Eva raised an eyebrow. “Complicated? That’s your explanation?” She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Your grandfather invites us to a family dinner, and you’re acting like you’re being summoned to a war council.”Shawn stopped pacing, his gaze meeting hers. “I just don’t want to go.”“Well, we’re going.” Eva’s tone left no room for argument. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s one dinner. How bad can it be?”Shawn stared at her, his jaw tightening. He wanted to tell her. He could see the curiosity burning in her eyes, but the words wouldn’t come. Not yet. “Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll go.”Eva
"You always did prefer moonlit escapes over facing your problems head-on."Shawn's spine straightened at the sound of Norman's voice behind him. He turned slowly, his hand instinctively tightening on Eva's. She felt the sudden shift in his energy and glanced between the two men. Norman stood in the doorway, his usual smug expression replaced by something more subdued, almost remorseful.“What do you want?” Shawn shot at him."I am not here to fight," Norman raised his hands in mock defeat. "I just want to talk."Shawn narrowed his eyes. "We talked enough, don't you think?" His voice was cold; every word was sharp and measured.Norman strode out onto the balcony as if Shawn's tense reception was none of his concern. He had glanced once, briefly, at Eva, then looked back at Shawn. "I know I am the last person in this world you want to see, but I have got something to say, something that's overdue."Shawn crossed his arms over his chest and straightened: like he wasn't ready to have q co
“Are you still mad?” Eva’s voice cut through the silence as she unlocked the front door.Shawn didn’t respond. His jaw was set, tension radiating from every muscle in his body. He stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair.Eva followed him, her eyes darting to him. She tried once more, this time softening her tone. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have gone tonight. It stirred up too much, didn't it?"Shawn finally spoke. His voice was low and heavy with frustration. "I shouldn't have gone, period." He ran a hand through his hair. "Norman's audacity." He trailed off, his head shaking in an attempt to remove the memory."You can't let him get to you like this," Eva said carefully, closing the door behind her.He turned sharply to face her, his eyes hard. "You saw him, Ava. You heard him. He's acting like the victim, acting like an apology erases everything.""He looked genuine," Eva offered, keeping her voice steady, even though her pulse quickened. "May
Eva's breath deepened, her heart racing in the search for words. Shawn's gaze was burning a hole in her skin, waiting for her answer, suspicion thick in the air that it nearly choked her.“Well,” Eva began slowly, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her blouse. “Two years is a long time, Shawn. I’ve met a lot of people. Give me a second to remember…” She hesitated, pretending to think hard. She couldn’t afford to slip up. Not now.Shawn’s brow furrowed. “It shouldn’t be that hard to remember meeting someone like Norman.”"I'm trying," she said with a tight smile. "It's not like he left an indelible mark." She paused, then exhaled as though something had just risen to the surface of her memory. "Oh, yes. It was at a party. In Italy. I was there for an investor. Norman was at that party, too."Shawn's eyes narrowed. "A party?""Yes," Eva said, her voice now a little surer, the lie starting to take form. "It was a large gathering, very formal. We didn't talk much, just a brief enco
Eva took a deep breath as her fingers tightened on the edge of the table while her eyes flickered to the clock. She wanted the meeting to run as fast as possible so she could call Ryan back. His frantic voice on the missed calls and that ominous text from earlier just wouldn't let go of her conscience. Yet, she couldn't get up and leave right now. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Eva started, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside, “today we’re unveiling our latest jewelry designs. The team has worked tirelessly to create a collection that embodies both elegance and innovation.”Then her design team came in, and with the board, they went through several dazzling slides of intricate necklaces, modern, bold rings, each one sparkling on the screen. The presentation was flawless and had the board members nodding, their interest sparked. Eva was supposed to feel proud to be on the receiving end of such impressed looks; today, she was so dislocated. Her mind fluttered to the tone of Ryan's vo
Ryan, open up!" Eva's hysterical voice rose shrill and pounding on the door of his apartment.A click sounded in the lock, and it creaked wide enough for Ryan's white haggard face to appear and, in an instant, drew Eva in and slammed shut the door.“Ryan, what's wrong? You sounded…." Eva's voice trailed off as she took in the disarray around her: papers were scattered across the floor, his laptop sat open on the table, the screen glowing with lines of emails and messages."They know, Eva," Ryan blurted, shaking. "They know about my transcript. It's over."Eva froze, furrowing her brow. "What are you talking about? What transcript?”Ryan ran a hand through his rumpled hair, pacing back and forth. "The one from high school. The fake one. The grades I-" He paused, the swallow audible in his throat. "The grades I changed to get into that scholarship and also the internship"Eva's stomach hit the floor. "What? Ryan, no. That was so long ago. How could they possibly…”"They have proof!" he
You've really outdone yourself this time, Samantha," Eva hissed as she pushed open the office door, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Samantha looked from her desk, her perfectly manicured fingers playing with a pen. The woman did not bat an eye but had a smug smile oozing across her face."Eva," Samantha greeted her, her voice all sickly sweet. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"Eva slammed the door shut behind her. "Don't play games with me; you leaked Ryan's secret, didn't you?" Eva spat, giving her an icy stare.Samantha leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs lazily. "Ah, Ryan. Always barging in where it doesn't belong. He really ought to learn when to back off.""Answer me!" Eva snapped loudly in the room.Samantha's smile spread across her face. "Alright, alright. Guilty as charged. But don't pull such a surprised act, Eva. You ought to have known better. That was expected.”The hardness in Eva's face heightened. "You have ruined his life! Do you even understan
"You have a lot of explanation to do, young lady!" Richard thundered the moment she stepped into the mansion hallway, the heels of her shoes echoing their resonance on the glassy marble floor; she had hardly entered when he starting lashing out at her "Dad," Eva began with growing difficulty.”"Do not attempt to justify yourself!" His cold, icy eyes appeared to narrow further as he jerked toward his study. "Follow me. Now."She hauled hard up into the top of her mouth with her jaw and clamped it shut to avoid snapping at anyone. This wasn't going to go well and she knew it all the way from when that phone had rung. Samantha's face swam across her brain, smirking. Her gut flipped a turn and the concrete leg weights trailed along behind her father as she padded after him into the study.Leather and stale whiskey thickened the air with a heavy quality, testament to Richard's control. He moved behind his big mahogany desk, the fingers of one hand closing over the edge, as if he held onto
The Wadsley’s mansion was filled with tension. Shawn entered the room, his piercing eyes surveying those already seated in front of him at the table in a row down the long mahogany. His father, Henry Darlington sat opposite Richard Wadsley, who presided at the head of the table, tapping fingers on the wood in a deliberate rhythm, face with an impassive mask, and Ryan Wadsley leaned back in his chair, arms folded, and nodded to greet shawn.“I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting.” he bowed before settling down and didn’t waste any seconds before speaking. "We don’t have much time." His voice cut through the stifling silence. "Uncle Victor and Norman have been one step ahead of us for so long. That ends now."Henry's expression was resolute. "We already know all their plans. With Edward's recording, we've got Victor's confession. But that will never be enough. We need more evidence to expose them publicly in front of your grandfather.”Richard's teeth were firmly gritted. "My name and
Darlington's mansion loomed over him as Shawn grasped the steering wheel with hands tightly clenched, his mind thinking a mile a minute per second. He never imagined that he would find himself here today, but with everything that had just transpired in seconds ago, he had more pressing things to attend to. All he had to do was learn.The instant he drove into the driveway, he cut off the motor and stepped out, teeth gritted in a granite smile. Air was nearly as cold as ice as he strode up to the front door.A servant flung the door wide open for him before he would have gotten there on his own two pounding feet. "Welcome home, Mr. Darlington." The maid greeted with a smile on her face.Shawn tried to greet back with a smile, but he wasn’t in the mood and he couldn’t fake it."Where's my father?" he asked immediately.Her expression changed at his cold demeanour. She could instantly tell that he was in a bad mood."Your father is in his study," She said.Shawn remained silent. He st
The ride home was silent as Ryan drove Ava home in her carAva's knuckles were whitening as her fist clenched on her laps. She could hear the sound of her heartbeat as she thought about what she was going to face when she got home.Ryan gripped tightly on the steering wheel, jaws clenched in a hard line. He was furious and seething, but beneath the anger was something else. He was supposed to be angry and yelling at her, but all he felt was pity for her.She could feel it also, she hated being treated like that- being vulnerable and pitied but that was the only thing she could hold on to now."Are you ready?" Ryan finally said, rolling up in front of the Wadsley house. The house loomed above, the lights flickered through the windows but not stopping the storm raging in Ava's brain.Her head was spinning, she let out in a soft tone "No." She shivered, her voice quivering. "But do I have a choice?”Ryan sighed and relaxed back into his seat. "You always have a choice in every decision,
There was heavy tension in the room, as Shawn's burning gaze was focused on Ava. His eyes sucked the air out of her lungs, and she stood stil with a wide eye, trembling in fear with her fist clenched on both sides."What the bloody hell are you doing here with Norman?" Shawn's tone sliced the air like a sharp blade.Ava flinched at his voice, and she stepped back, still trembling. "I—I can explain," she whispered.Shawn's face went cold. "You better have a good explanation for this."Ava's knees wobbled under her. She didn't know how much he heard or where to start her explanation from. "I didn't mean to do any of it, Shawn." she moved closer to him with tears in her eyes, hoping it would make him pity her. "I was used and manipulated by them. I swear– I would never betray you on purpose. Please believe me.”“Used and manipulated?" Shawn let out a bitter chuckle."That's your excuse?"Ava's heart crushed. He didn’t believe her. "I was scared! I was trapped and didn't know what to do.
Ava wiped her tears and shot a glare at samantha. “You knew about this too?”"Oh, come on, Ava," Samantha teased. "Don't be stupid now. We were business partners. I had no idea about your secret one night stand. I became partners with Norman after your father threatened to ruin my career, because he wanted to protect his beloved family reputation.”Ava went pale and her head spun. She thought samantha really cared about her when she advised her and helped her to get shawn back, but she had came to her with ulterior motives, and Norman was behind her all along. "You joined hands with Norman to hurt me. I've done nothing to deserve this from you, Sam.” She said with tears pouring down her eyes.Norman stepped closer, with a firm expression. “Don't play the victim here, Ava. You did everything you did for yourself. It was for your own selfish needs.”Ava wiped her tears and shot him a death glare "What are you saying?""Don't play dumb with us," Samantha cut in, "Yes, it was part of my
It was already dark when Ava stepped out of her car. The secluded building stood at the outskirts of the area and she had to walk there. Her grip tightened on the big bag she was holding as she got to the door. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder one more time before twisting the door handle. The creak of the open door pushed the bitter scent of scorched cement and motor oil back into her nostrils. Samatha leaned her shoulders against a pile of crates, crossed arms, pursed lips curled into a crazed smile as she saw her. Norman Darlington, however, was sitting in a comfortably broken-in leather armchair in the far corner, whiskey sloshing back and forth between his fingers. A whirlwind of excitement churned in his head as Ava walked toward him.She did not even bat an eyelid. She raised the bag she was holding and slammed it on the table in front of Norman. "There," she spat. "There's the money you both asked for. Now stop this madness before my dad's company goes ban
Henry Darlington was on his phone in his home office when he received a message from one of his clients, Edward Langstone. It was a voice message, and he wondered what was in it. He stopped what he was doing and played the message. There were murmurs of far-off voices, glass clinking, and soft music playing a party, then a familiar voice came in. "Richard Wadsley and Henry Darlington thought they were unstoppable and everyone else, or at least wished they were. They were just emotional fools. I sabotaged their business deal to ruin it in their faces, and they did not even know it was a sabotage. After all those years of friendship and partnership, it was so easy to break them apart. Without the support of each other, they are as good as weak, but my main target was Henry, I only wanted to remove Richard from the picture. “Wow, that's brilliant.” Another voice came in. “So how's the result going?” He chuckled. “Trust me, it's going great. Darlington Enterprises hanging by his fing
Ryan forced through the doors of Shawn's office without bothering to knock. His jaw was set in a line of urgency, his head a whirlwind of possibilities. The dim light inside the office cast shadows on Shawn's face, who sat behind his desk with his expression filled with controlled fury. The door slammed into the wall but shattered no portion of his stubborn fury. His fingers drummed slowly and deliberate over the fine polished wood. Ryan's pale blue eyes sparkled. "You said something about an emergency," he said, entering and closing the door. "What is it?” His voice was a little coarse and impatient Shawn exhaled, the weight of it coming down hard as it laid on his chest. He did not even look at Ryan, but instead allowed his eye to track the line of the desk in an attempt to put some sort of control on the anger in him. His tightened on the edge of the desk, and his knuckles whitened."Ava knows something.” Ryan's eyebrows sprang. "Knows something about what?"Shawn's head jerked
Ava shoved Shawn's brown front door wide open and took a deep breath, waiting there as the door creaked shut behind her. The day's activities hung heavy on her shoulders like a damp cape. And she couldn't wait to relax and have a good night's sleep. She walked in expecting to see Madam Tess all over the kitchen, but the house was quiet. It was at this time tonight that Madam Tess would be cleaning the kitchen and also preparing Shawn's study for his arrival from work. Her hand rested on the chill of the console table as she placed her handbag down. The reflex wasn't comforting. A cold, shivery scuttering feeling crawled down her spine as though someone was standing behind her, watching her.And she saw him.Shawn was at the bottom of the stairs, lit by the faint light of the hallway chandelier. One hand was in his sweatpants pocket, the other clumsily holding a tumbler of amber liquor. His eyes, which met hers, were dark and impenetrable.Ava's heart skipped a beat.She swallowed.