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
Eva pulled her coat tighter the moment she came out into the cold wind nipping immediately at her cheeks. She shivered, not from the chill but from the queasy feeling left in her stomach after the events that morning: tension at home, chaos at the board meeting, sharp words from her father, the endless web of complications with Ryan and Samantha. It was just too much."I cannot go back to work this way," she muttered, her breath fogging in the crisp air. Usual determination to overcome adversity weakened. Today was already bad enough; now going into the office in this condition was sure to invite questions she could not answer.A few blocks later, she found herself in front of a small café nestled at the corner of the street. That small beacon of warmth was just about opposite to the gray overcast sky. Feeling it was about time for some quiet, she pushed the door open as comforting scents of coffee and fresh bakeries enveloped her."Good afternoon," the waiter greeted her with a brig
Eva stepped into the coolness of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her. She stood a moment leaning against the sink, staring at her reflection. The water of her shower was so hot, nearly scalding, and yet she could still feel the chill in her bones from the emotional weight she had carried through the day. Everything had gone by now in a blur: of discussions, confrontations, and unspoken fears; the schemes and threats of Samantha and icy indifference of her father; the surprise meeting with Norman-all had at last wearied her and detached her from the world.Their encounter at the café, especially with Norman, had stuck in her head as some disturbing thought that would never let itself be dissipated. Why had he reached out after everything that had gone down? And why, despite every screaming warning in her gut, was she torn between helping him and keeping herself as far away from him as possible? She didn't know, and that ignorance weighed heavily upon her, adding to the t
The drive to her parents mansion was in total silence, with palpable tension between them. Shawn had his fingers clutched at the wheel tightly and his jaws locked in frustration. Every now and then when he looked her way, she was lost in thought gazing out of the window.“Ava." Shawn's voice was low; the irritation he was working hard to restrain filtering in. "If I did something, just tell me. I can't fix it if I don't know what's going on.""I'm not upset with you," Eva whispered back, not looking up at him. "I'm serious,” The car rolled to a stop in front of her parents' mansion. Shawn was quiet for a long, silent moment. Eva wrestled with the door and flipped the latch open."Thanks for dropping me off," she said, hardly above a whisper.Shawn turned a heavy heart-a mix between sadness and confusion-towards Eva. "Call me, and I'll be here if you change your mind," he whispered softly. "But please don't shut me out, not like this.”"I won't," Eva said, even to her ears the sound
Eva sat at the counter, staring blankly as her mother bustled about the kitchen. Honestly, nothing seemed the same anymore. She had spent the last few weeks trying to hold it all together, her relationship with Shawn, Samantha's games with the company, and now it was all starting to unravel. The weight of everything, trying to be perfect, being the person everyone expected her to be, was suffocating her."You need to eat," Eleanor said, breaking her from her thoughts. She set a plate in front of Eva-a comforting dish of mashed potatoes, roast chicken, and steamed vegetables, Eva's favorite, the one she used to request whenever she was feeling down.Eva watched the food steaming on the plate, her tummy growling, though somehow she couldn't take the meals. Being comforted by her mother was all good and well, but it did nothing for what was going on inside Eva's chest.“Mom, I don't know how to make things right," Eva said in a barely audible voice. "I just felt like everything has falle
Norman threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Relax, I'm just making an observation. You've got that look, you know? The one where a man's trying to figure out if he screwed up or if she's just being difficult.""Get. To. The. Point," Shawn growled, his patience wearing thin.Norman's smirk grew wider as he leaned against the edge of the desk. "Fine. I came to talk about us.”Us?" Shawn echoed, incredulous."Us. You know, the family dynamic. I think we have some unresolved issues we should work out," Norman returned with a healthy amount of sarcasm.Shawn snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Unresolved issues? The only issue in this room is you, Norman, you've been a pain in my butt since the day you learned how to talk.”Norman laughed; the sound sent a shiver down Shawn's spine. "Always so melodramatic. Look, I know we don't see eye to eye, but I thought maybe we could settle things. Like men."Shawn narrowed his eyes. "What are you getting at?""One on one," Norman said, his
The sound of high heels clattering against the marble floor of Shawn Darlington's office was enough to yank him out from the mountainous piles of papers in front of him. He didn't look up. Already exhausted from all he had trudged through relating to the news explosion about the suit, the last thing he wanted was any interruption.“I don't have time for this," he grumbled, turning a page in the contract he was working on. "Whatever it is, schedule an appointment."The steps ceased and paused for a moment. Then, a voice cut through the silence. all soft, all gentle, but with the burden that stiffened his body in place."We need to talk, Shawn."His hold on the pen tightened. His teeth clenched.That voice. Ava or Eva. He couldn't tell who it was. Slowly, he raised his head.“Eva?” She closed her eyes in frustration before opening them again. “Its Ava. You still don't recognise me.” he stood there, no more than a few feet from his desk. Gone was the signature confident stance; in i
Eva had dressed in disguise to cover up her face to get some medication that she waa required to take, she couldn't risk anyone else finding out about the pregnancy that's why she had to go herself. But her cover was blown as the wind took her scarf away. Some reporters happened to recognise her as one of the Wadsley twins immediately. "Miss Wadsley! Over here!""Is it true that you scammed Shawn Darlington into marriage?""Did your father know about the deception?""Are you sick?"It was as if the questions whirled and slashed, cold knives, tearing the air as the pressmen surged forward toward her, cameras clicking out of control.Eva's heart thundered against her ribs; the walls closed in, under the weight of scrutiny, trapped. Still at the entry of the clinic, they recognized her, because the very next instant she stopped being just any other woman in a mask as the whole press chandelier fell on her, like a bunch of vultures.Alarm clawed at her throat, and instinctively, she tug
It's been a week since the divorce between Shawn and “Ava” was finalized, and the news of Henry Darlington filing a lawsuit against the Wadsley family was spreading like wildfire.Two powerful business allies are at war because of their children. As the media believed. "Mr. Wadsley! Is it true that your daughters hoodwinked Shawn Darlington into marrying the wrong twin.""Did you devise the trick, or are you ignorant about what Eva Wadsley had planned?""How would you counter Henry Darlington's lawsuit filed against your family?"The questions came like hailstones, one after another, as the reporters flocked around the mansion of Wadsley right up to the walls. Cameras clicked on the main gates lined up; above them, yelling journalists wanted nothing but Richard Wadsley.Inside, Richard stood by the window, his fists clenched as he stared out to the circus outside. His face was clouded now by anger. This weight of humiliation fell upon his chest. He was a powerful man of dignity. He
"Would it have gone otherwise if I told him sooner?”Eva spoke no louder than a whisper, words falling into the room like heavy fog. Sitting on the couch, drawing one knee to her chest, her fingers fidgeted nervously, twitching and twisting in material of the silk throw pillow in front of her. The delicate sunlight creeping through the grand window panes at the Wadsley mansion barely warmed the chill of dread pooling in her chest.Her mother, Eleanor, dropped softly into her seat beside Eva. Leaning forward, she tucked in a stray bit of Eva's dark hair into the hairclip behind the ear. A sympathetic yet very motherly-firm glance greeted Eva's eyes soft with the statement: "He'd still have been hurt, sweetheart. But he'd at least have heard it from you and not through your sister in that degrading manner.”Eva shivered with her breathing. "So either way, I would have been doomed."Her mum struggled to get the words: "You have made a mistake, Eva; instead of drowning in your guilty fee
"Damn it." Shawn cursed under his breath, clenching tightly onto the steering wheel as he drove down the deserted road leading to his parents' mansion. His father's voice still echoed in his head from the call-cold, commanding, full of anger. when he uses that tone, things are definitely not looking good.Shawn's eyes squinted down. He wondered why he was so angry. Was it the news about his entanglement with the twins? Or was it something else? He wasn't supposed to be back from his business trip with Richard wadsley until next week. Suddenly, he felt a settling in his chest, exhaled with jerk.He shook with frustration by the time he pulled into the mansion, parking the car and stepping out, running a hand through his hair as he went inside.The moment he came in, his mother Diane Darlington was hurrying toward him with her sharp eyes that devoured his features.“Oh, my poor boy… “she whispered, full of concern. She cupped his face, stroking over his cheek. "You look miserable, Shawn
"Why are you here, Ava?" Shawn's cold, clipped voice finally broke the darkness of the silent living room as he stared at the woman standing in his view. His muscles were tautly coiled as though his fists clenched at his sides held him in a restraint from heaving something or somebody out of his house.Ava fidgeted from foot to foot, and suddenly her eyes were brimming in readiness for all manner of untoward moisture. "Shawn, just please," she ventured softly, shaking at first. "I came to explain what really happened, since I actually wasn't trying to make the matter worse.”"The truth?" Shawn mocked, almost bitter. He moved a step closer to her, his form towering above her. "You are several months too late for that, Ava. You should have said the truth before you and your sister decided to make a fool out of me.""I didn't-" Ava tried saying, but Shawn cut her off.“Save it." His voice cut, the void within him laced with venom. "I don't want to hear another excuse or another lie or an
"Mr. Shawn," Madam Tess broke the heavy silence in the living room, her voice cautious yet insistent. "You have barely touched your food since morning. This isn't good for you."Shawn Darlington slouched on the couch, his hair disheveled and shirt crumpled as if he had not changed into a new one in days. His unnervingly bright eyes stared at nothing in particular, his empty whiskey glass poised to slip from his dangling hand. The room was dark save the dim light of the television, its sound muted yet seemingly playing over and over the same headline that had haunted him since it broke: "Business Tycoon Shawn Darlington Gets Duped by the Wadsley Twins."His jaw clenched, and in a hoarse, low tone, he growled, "I'm not hungry, Madam Tess. Leave me be."But Madam Tess did not bat an eyelid. She clasped her hands tight in front of her apron, her face clouded in a thick mask of concern. "Sir, I understand you're upset, but shutting yourself up like this won't solve anything.”"Upset?" Shaw
"That son of a bitch!" Richard Wadsley thundered, slinging his briefcase onto the nearest couch. "A complete and utter snake!"Eleanor Wadsley bustled out in a flutter over her husband's sudden entrance from the kitchen, clutching a dishrag in her hand. "Richard? You're back so soon? I thought the trip with Henry was to last for two weeks."He had been pacing the length of the sitting room, like some caged lion; his fists kept clenching and unclenching at his sides. "It was supposed to, but that backstabber made sure to screw it all up." Suddenly he stopped and then turned, his anger and weariness twisting at Helen. “Can you imagine what that so-called friend of mine did?"Richard, stop," Eleanor soothed, making her way over toward him. "Come and let us sit down, talk it over. I am sure that it must be some form of misunderstanding. Henry has ever been-""A misunderstanding?" Richard exploded. His voice drowned out Eleanor's as he continued to yell. "Eleanor, he tried to sabotage our
The night was so still that the only sound heard were Eva's fleeing footsteps on cold, concrete pavement. Her heels clicked onto the sidewalk but weren't in perfect rhythm; her body was trembling. Her eyes blurred into tears, trying her best to keep in balance."I lost him; I lost everything. " she whispered into the silence of the night.By the time Eva finally arrived at her parents' mansion, she was tear-blotted, with messed-up hair and mascara streaked down both sides of her cheeks. She was still at the steps to the large house entrance when she faltered, almost flinching as shaking fingers made ringing on the chime echo like cold wind through a silent house. Finally, the huge door groaned to open, presenting her mom, Eleanor Wadsley, draped in silk."Eva? What are you doing here at this time?" Eleanor's voice shook in confusion and alarm. She looked her up and down, her mouth parted in alarm. "Good heavens, child, what happened?"She didn't say a thing but threw herself, sobbing,