“I have a favor." Eva ignored the person's comment, skipped any form of pleasantries and went straight to the point.“You rarely ask me for favors, even though you know my motto already." The male voice continued. “Blood for blood. An eye for an eye, until the world goes blind.” Eva remarked before he could say anything else. “You make it sound like you're a mafia lord." She added, though part of it was true The voice laughed at her remark. “What can I say, in this world we have to have a motto that we go by so that we don't miss our direction. You're still quick witted as I remember. It's such a shame if only you didn't stay in Miami, you would've been able to hold a great position in the family business.” "All of that power and status aren't destined to be mine." Eva mumbled.“Well, unlike your mother you have a genius ability in business, with more proper training you could've easily-” "I wouldn't call it a special ability when I wasn't born with it.” Eva spatted out, cutting h
“You haven't prepared a dress yet! How could you forget about something so important like that?!” Nathalia nervously yelled, she had been too preoccupied with her work to remember about the party. When she remembered, she decided to quickly call Eva and confirm it.“Well, I'm also busy just like you are. Besides, didn't we go shopping last week? You bought so many clothes and dresses for me, I can probably get something to wear out of them.” Eva calmly replied."What?! I can't believe what I'm hearing! You can't wear any of those outdated dresses to the party!” Nathalia yelled.Eva rolled her eyes at Natalia's comment. The dresses she had just casually called outdated actually cost a lot of money to buy and are one of the best designs that a lady would kill to wear. “Why are you getting all worked up? It's just a party that I don't plan to spend much time at.” Eva casually stated. She didn't understand why Nathalia was too worried about what she looked like to the party. She was only
“As expected." Eva gazed at the sky outside her window before opening the bedroom door and walked out to the kitchen. She wasn't in the mood for food so she just prepared a cup of coffee for herself and headed back to the bedroom.Entering the bedroom, she placed the coffee on the bedside table. She opened her wardrobe and grabbed a big scarf and draped it over her body before she grabbed a novel from the small shelf in her room and the coffee then strolled to the small bancoley outside her room window.She had already anticipated that she would not get any sleep not after what happened with her and Nathalia so she rather spent the night away reading and enjoying the beautiful night scene outside her bedroom. ********The next morning, Eva who was lying lazily on her bed woke up from her sleep when she heard her phone ringing beside her.“Gosh! What the hell in the morning!" She groggily mumbled as usual whenever she was awakened by a phone call. Eva removed the blanket off her face
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Mr. Black. You married my mother off to my father, knowing that my parents have no interest in each other but all because of you only listening to yourself you couldn't see what your daughter wanted." Eva stated, her anger rising up by each moment.“My daughter was getting old and kept refusing all the other men that came for her hand in marriage. Did you expect me to sit down and watch my daughter become an old lady? I had to do what I had to do and that was why I accepted your father to become her husband since he isn't from California. I was only doing this for her happiness.” George explained his reasons. "Well, you never asked my mother if she had someone she liked or not before making a decision for her. She was never happy in that marriage for a day!” Eva yelled over the phone. She remembered those memories when her father always gave her mother cold shoulder whenever she tried to create a conversation between them. “If your parents n
He would not give away his granddaughter that easily and for some reason he was happy that her wedding with Mark which he wasn't invited to didn't work out. That way he can continue to protect her from other men, and because of that he planned to keep more eyes on Eva closely even though he wasn't in Miami.“I'm already on it before you mention it. I'm not letting some cookies-cutter date my nieces at all.” Rapheal remarked.Meanwhile, after Eva hung up the call she placed the phone beside her and fell back to the bed deelo exhausted from the discussion she had with George. “It's just five o'clock in the morning and I'm getting such a call." Eva mumbled as she went back to sleep. It hadn't been up to five minutes when her cellphone rang again, making her groan in anger.“Seriously?!!" Eva yelled and she sat back up and picked up the call.“What is it?" She asked angrily."Stupid child! Is this how you greet your father in the morning?! You're becoming more useless each passing day!!”
Few hours later, Nathalia entered Eva's security password to her apartment and entered the house. She was surprised that she couldn't find Eva sitting down in the living room like usual.“Don't tell me that she is still asleep in bed by this time?" Nathalia muttered to herself and made her way to Eva's room. She opened the door to the room and was only to be greeted with darkness from the room.“I knew that she would still be asleep by this time." Nathalia said under her breath and stepped into the room. “What are you still doing in bed at this time of the day?" Nathalia questioned as she walked towards the window and opened the curtains wide. But Eva was covering her face with the blanket so the sudden brightness didn't wake Eva up.‘This sleepy head.’ Nathalia thought in her mind as she walked towards the bed and grabbed the edge of the blanket before yanking it off Eva's body.“What the fuck!" Eva jolted awake at the sudden movement of her blanket. She had no idea that Nathalia wa
Some moment later, Eva had freshened up and was wearing faded blue boyfriend fitted jeans, and a big black hoodie sweater, she paired her dress with a black sneakers. Her hair was tied up in her usual simple ponytail style and a pair of black sunglasses adorned the top of her head.“Are you seriously going out shopping like this?" Nathalia couldn't help but ask after Eva was done dressing up. “Hm. What's wrong?" Eva looked at Nathalia and asked.“Well nothing is wrong. It's just that you look like you're going out to get groceries at the grocery store, plus I can hardly recognize my friend because you look totally like a guy." Nathalia replied as she continued to check out Eva.“That's what I'm aiming for.” Eva nodded her head in satisfaction." Huh?” Nathalia looked very confused at Eva."I need to look different from what people are expecting because my pictures are all over the internet. I will quickly get recognized if I dress the way I normally dress so this style looks differen
Eva shook her head. Thanks to Nathalia, she had just made everyone in the store close to where they were standing think that they were lovers. Nathalia didn't care that there were a lot of people that would recognize her as the famous supermodel in the country.After Natalia left, Eva walked and went to sit down on one of the sofas that were placed in the store. The place she sat down gave her a good view to watch the other customers in the store shopping for the kind of items they wanted.Just as she was looking around, she sighted a white dress that was hanging in one of the clothes ranches. Eva stood up from her seat and walked closer to where she saw the dress to have a better look. Eva grabbed the dress which she liked. However, the dress was a bit too big for her, so she called a sales woman to her side and it turns out that it was the same sales woman who had welcomed Nathalia and ignored her.“Excuse me, do you guys have this kind of dress that fits me better. This one is a l
Lucien entered the living room with his usual quiet air, his school bag slung over one shoulder. His dark eyes, cold and unreadable, briefly scanned the room before landing on his mother, Laura, seated gracefully on the couch with a teacup in hand. Her posture was as poised as ever, but Lucien’s sharp gaze detected the faint smugness that usually lingered after one of her scheming conversations with Christine.He said nothing, brushing past her with the silent intent of heading upstairs. His long strides were interrupted when Laura called out, her tone laced with a false warmth."Lucien," she said, setting her teacup down. "Come here for a moment."Lucien stopped mid-step, his back stiffening. He slowly turned around, his expression blank but his sharp gaze silently questioning her interruption.Laura’s smile wavered under his cold stare, but she maintained her composure. "Christine just got back a while ago. Why don’t you go upstairs and greet her?"Lucien raised an eyebrow, crossing
Christine stormed into the Carter mansion, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, her jaw clenched tightly in frustration. She tossed her designer bag onto the couch, her lips pressed into a thin line as she paced back and forth. The events of the day replayed in her mind like a relentless reel—Eva’s smirk, her cutting words, the way she had effortlessly dismissed Christine in front of everyone. It was a humiliation Christine couldn’t stomach."That woman," she hissed under her breath. "She always finds a way to one-up me. How does she always come out on top?"Laura, who had been sitting in the adjacent room sipping tea, looked up as her daughter’s angry footsteps echoed. She set her cup down gracefully and stood, smoothing her dress as she approached Christine."Christine," Laura said in a calm, measured tone, "what’s the matter now?"Christine stopped pacing and turned to her mother, her eyes blazing with frustration. "It’s Eva! She humiliated me again today, in front
Once the deal was official, she turned to leave the meeting room with Gwen and Trix at her side. They made their way down the sleek hallway of HB Industry, their footsteps echoing on the polished floors. Just as they neared the exit, they came across Christine and her entourage, who had just arrived.Christine’s eyes widened when she saw Eva. Her usual fake smile quickly appeared, though there was a slight tension in her features. Eva wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel disgusted as Christine approached her.“Sister!” Christine said, her voice sweet and syrupy as she stepped forward. “I am so sorry for being late. I didn’t mean to hold up the meeting like this. I just got caught up in some last-minute details.”Eva’s expression remained neutral, but she couldn’t help the slight roll of her eyes at Christine’s words. She had no intention of entertaining Christine’s faux apology, but Christine wasn’t finished yet.“Oh, and about last night,” Christine said in a tone that was just loud
In the sleek, minimalist meeting room at HB Industry, Eva sat at the center, sitting by her sides were none other than Gwen and Trix, with her official company lawyer at her side. They were all dressed sharply, the atmosphere tense as they awaited the start of the meeting. On the other side of the polished conference table, Mr. Carl and his HB Industry team sat with the Whyte Corps representatives, their suits impeccably pressed and faces expressionless.It was a rare sight to see Eva waiting this long, especially for a meeting she had no patience for. She had already signed the contract in her mind, but the delays were irking her. The anticipation of what was supposed to be a routine procedure seemed to drag on indefinitely. The room had grown uncomfortably still as they all waited for the meeting to start. Eva’s fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of her chair, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes about her impatience .With a soft sigh, Eva glanced at Gwen and Trix, silently expre
She stood at the doorway, adjusting the strap of her handbag as she prepared to leave for HB Industry. Damien followed her to the entrance, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, though his piercing gaze gave away his reluctance to let her go.“Don’t forget to call me if anything comes up,” he said, his deep voice steady yet tinged with a protective edge.“I won’t,” Eva replied with a small smile. She turned to open the door when his voice stopped her.“Wait.”She turned back, one brow raised in question.“You’re leaving without giving me a proper goodbye?” Damien asked, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.Eva blinked, caught off guard by his request. “A proper goodbye? You’re serious?”He stepped closer, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her like a cocoon. “I don’t joke about such things. A goodbye kiss is mandatory.”Her cheeks flushed slightly, though she masked it with a playful roll of her eyes. “Fine,” she relented, taking a step toward him. “But I’ll only give yo
After a pause, George returned to the phone. “Damon Cross,” he said, purposely mispronouncing the name to irritate him.Damien felt his nose twitch at the deliberate and grating mispronunciation of his name, but he maintained a polite tone, reminding himself he was speaking to an elder. “Yes, Grandfather?” He replied smoothly, emphasizing the title in retaliation. Two could easily play the game of pettiness.George resisted the urge to march over to the banquet and knock some sense into the boy for daring to use that title. Grandfather? He scoffed internally. ‘If you want to call me that, first show me a ring on her finger—and then give me some great-grandkids before you even think about it! I wonder what that useless grandfather of his taught him.’“Now listen clearly to me. If she stays at your house, it’s for tonight only. And if I find out you’ve done anything improper, I’ll personally see to it that you’re castrated. Do you understand?”Julian, overhearing the threat, nearly cho
---As the banquet neared its end, Damien escorted Eva to his car. He fully intended to take her home—to their home—hoping to spend the night by her side. But his plans were thwarted by an all-too-familiar figure: her meddling grandfather.The moment Eva settled into the car, her phone rang. Damien, still holding the door open for her, frowned at the sound. When he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened further. Of course, it was him.While Eva answered the call, Damien’s sharp eyes scanned the area. Hidden in the shadows near the back entrance, a figure lurked—one of George’s men, undoubtedly there to keep tabs on her. His presence only worsened Damien’s mood.“Yes, Grandfather, I’m leaving the banquet now,” Eva said into the phone, her tone polite but weary. “Yes, I’ve made a few connections… I’m heading home? No, not to Damien’s. I know, I know, there will be more rumors if—”Before she could finish, Damien snatched the phone from her hand.“She’ll be perfectly safe with me,”
Eva turned to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you do this?" She lifted her gaze to meet his, realizing he had been watching her the entire time, his piercing eyes fixed solely on her. She had heard whispers, unconfirmed reports that Lydia was behind the replica of the blue dress that was sent to her. But to see her now, reduced to this state, it seemed the consequences of her actions were almost... excessive. "Yes," Damien replied without hesitation, his tone calm but firm. He tried to guide her out of the banquet, his hand lightly pressing against her back, but Eva stood her ground, refusing to move. "Why?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Damien’s sharp eyes narrowed at her question, his jaw tightening. What did she mean, why? That woman had orchestrated her public disgrace, and now Eva was hesitating, questioning the justice served? Did she not understand that showing mercy to enemies was akin to betraying herself? "She was responsible for your humiliati
Christine’s nails dug into her palm, her anger simmering beneath a mask of civility. She longed to lash out, but Damien’s presence reminded her of her place. Any wrong move could lead to her downfall.“It’s unbecoming to insult others so publicly…” Christine’s voice was a deliberate attempt at calm, but it lacked conviction.“The truth often stings, get over it.” Eva replied coldly, her unapologetic tone reinforcing her dominance. The crowd e were not even surprised by her response because they were used to this behavior of hers, but they were taken back by Christine's sudden desire to argue with Eva.Wasn't Wasn’t Christine supposed to be the passive type, the one who ended arguments rather than starting or joining them? The sudden shift in her behavior was beginning to alter everyone’s perception of her, casting doubt on the image she had so carefully cultivated.Dusti standing nearby with a glass of wine, observed the scene with quiet amusement. Eva’s sharp wit was refreshing, a st