Eva, come upstairs for a moment," Shawn said from their bedroom; his voice was warm yet laced with excitement. Eva sat up, her fingers clenching on her phone, wherein she had been staring to catch another message from Samantha, nothing so far, it's been a week since she approved that fake report for her. She hasn't made any demands since then, not that she wanted her to, but the silence was itching, the tension just seemed to smother her. She was hedging from response with firm and even, light tones that sounded calm. "What is happening?" she finally said, laying the phone down and rising from the couch. "Just come," he said in light firm tones. The stairs felt heavy as she rose up them, each riser heavier than the last. Surprises were the last thing she wanted at this moment. She could not afford surprises. She entered the bedroom where Shawn stood beside the bed with a huge white box in front of him. He looked excited, his face wearing a genuine smile that sent her heart a
Ava, there you are!" A familiar voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd-quick, sharp. That voice was excited, yet her stomach twisted.She slowly turned around, a polite smile curling her lips, while inside her heart sank at the sight of him. Ryan, her cousin, who had been abroad for five years. His sudden appearance was like a bolt from the blue, and Eva felt that the fragile facade which she had carefully erected was in danger of shattering."Ryan!" she exclaimed, trying to inject enthusiasm into her voice.A wide grin spread over Ryan's face; his dark eyes sparkled. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you from across the room! How long has it been? Two years? Three?" He pulled her into a tight hug so sudden that she was unprepared; firm, warm arms enveloped her. Ava stiffened in his arms, her gaze darting to Shawn's over Ryan's shoulder. He stared at them with his face unreadable, eyes glued. She suddenly felt conered. as though Ryan's arrival had finally put the limelight
"You're not Ava, are you?" The cut of Ryan's voice into the low hum of music stalled Eva on the spot. She swallowed hard as the world forced her around. Her lips twisted upward, a tight smile. "Ryan, what's wrong with you?" she lied her tone light as ever be. "You drank too much, didn't you?" He shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as a look of concern replaced amusement. "Don't do that. Don't divert. I have known you all my life, and when something is bothering you, you change. You are acting strange, you are not acting like yourself, you are not acting like Ava.” Her heart stopped. She was frozen, the weight of his words crashing over her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Yes, you do." Ryan stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You're Eva, aren't you? Not Ava.” Her heart was pounding in her ears. She had tried so desperately to keep this secret, to act like everything was alright. And now Ryan was tearing through
"Is everything alright here?" Shawn cut in as sharp as a razor in the still night breeze, and its keen rim whipped up Eva's heartbeat like never before.Eva froze, her heart pounding in her ears. She could feel Shawn's eyes on her, waiting, watching. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.Ryan spoke first, his tone as smooth and melodious. "Yeah, man," he said, shifting in front of Eva, "she had something in her eye, tearing up and stuff, so I was just trying to help her out." A casual reassuring smile was sent their way; this, of course, was nothing to worry about.Shawn’s gaze didn’t waver. His eyes flicked between them, suspicion clouding his features. “You okay now?” he asked, his voice deceptively even.Eva nodded quickly. “Yes, I’m fine.” Her voice was strained, but she forced a smile, praying it looked convincing.Shawn’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t push. “Good,” he said. “Let’s go.” He reached for her hand, his grip firm, almost too tight.Eva gave him a quick, plea
Eva sat at her desk, staring at the screen, but very far from where her report should have had her. Her fingers hung over the keyboard and did not move. This secret she kept inside her chest felt heavy, like a noose in the throat. Every day, juggling around, lying, shielding her family, acting as though everything was OK, was heavy.A light rap at the door brought her back to reality. She straightened and smoothed her face into a mask of composure. "Come in."The door opened, and Samantha strode in, her confident air donned like gloves, fitting her just so. She closed it softly behind her. White teeth glinted predatorily, and Eva's heartbeat quickened."Good morning, Eva," she said, every word dripping from her tongue in sweet saccharine.Eva's jaw clamped down; she knew that tone all too well. "What do you want, Samantha?"Samantha began into her slow pace toward the desk, heels clicking against the floor. "Is that how you greet a friend?Eva leaned back in her chair, steady with her
“You've really let me down, Samantha," Ryan said, his voice flat, cutting, his eyes cold as ice. He stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him with a muffled thud. She slowly turned around, narrowing her eyes. "Ryan," Samantha sneered, not taken by surprise at all. "Didn't anyone teach you not to interfere in other people's business?” He tuned a deaf ear to her, crossed the room, and set his frame between Samantha and Eva. The flex of his jaw reflected his anger in its brim. "This is definitely my business," he said cold as ice, "You stepped over a line. And I won't let yiu tear Evs down like this.” The smirk on Samantha's face fluttered once before her chin went up. "You think you can stop me? Please. Aren't you bored of always being the twins' white knight running to their rescue. It's pathetic." Ryan's eyes flashed darker. "Pathetic is extorting your best friend's sister. We were all friends, Samantha. We grew up together. How did it come to this?” Eva sat froz
“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
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,