When the car in front of her Rolls Royce finally drove away, Eva knew that it was her turn to climb out of the car. She warily glanced at the red carpet before rolling her eyes. The minute her car drove to the start of the red carpet, the camera turned their attention and zoomed into the expensive car.Everyone was curious to see who would be the dazzling man or woman that would be stepping out of such a wealthy and expensive car. They held their breath in anticipation when the chauffeur stepped out of the car. Even the driver looked handsome and well-built! Then the person sitting in the car must have been someone extremely influential!The chauffeur used his built body to block the people's view and then opened the back seat door slightly. “Are you ready, Ma'am?" He asked, still using his body to block off the bright flashes from the camera. He had noticed the nervous look on Eva's face earlier, that was why he wanted to confirm if Eva was ready before he opened the door.“I'm ready
“That was a close call, Eva.’ Eva scolded herself in her head for nearly reverting back to her old habit. She was very aware of this fact more than anyone else that she needed to stay awake, sober and conscious in this very dangerous social gathering.Just when she was about to walk away from the addicting drinks and remain empty handed, the server boy spoke to her. “Ma'am, if you are trying to look for something soft to drink, then you can go over there.” The boy said, it was as if he knew what Eva meant when she dropped the alcohol on his tray. Besides, they have been given a order that everyone at the party should always have a drink in their hand because the Grason patriarch doesn't want rumors escalating after the party that there were some guests that weren't served before they left. That was the sole reason the server spoke to her. Eva turned to look at the server who was pointing to a table where different kinds of drinks were placed. However, she raised her brow because the
He knew that very soon, the people that couldn't hold back to bully Eva would start flocking around. They are only trying to give her a few minutes to mingle before they show their real colors. “I'd love to have this kind sir as my date but my date is on her way. Don't worry about me, I can handle myself just fine. Go back before your mother starts looking for you.” Eva replied with a chuckle. She wishes she could pat Lucien on the head but he had his hair styled neatly and it would be bad if she ruined it.“I'm no longer a child. She doesn't have to look for me. Besides, she doesn't even have an idea that I'm longer by her side because she's already engrossed in the crappy discussion with the other women. I'd rather stay glued beside you rather than having to listen to their annoying conversation. “ Lucien's expression turned solemn, annoyance and disgust written all over his face. Eva couldn't help but giggled at his words. She would love to have him by her side but she didn't wan
Eva turned around when she heard the voice which was familiar to her and to no surprise, it was her former friend. She nearly burst into a fit of laughter when she saw the sight in front her.Lydia stood before her like a dignified woman with her arm crossed in front of her chest. She was surrounded by a group of beautiful women that were low and middle ranked socialites. Eva's eyes carefully trailed over the confident and supercilious women beside Lydia. She bit the bottom of her lips in order to hold back the chuckle that threatened to escape from her lips. Majority of the women before her were the women she had bad mouthed, insulted and made their life miserable back when she was still her old self. And they were all glaring at her with pure distaste, disgust and anger written all over their faces.‘Karma is really a bitch! What a battalion that had assembly before me.’ Eva thought in her mind. It was obvious that these groups of women were here to insult and ridicule as payback f
Eva's question took all the ladies by surprise when they heard her. They could all tell that she really didn't know who Jennie was because she looked extremely clueless. However, their cause of shock was the fact that after what she did to Jennie she couldn't remember her, it made the rest of the women wonder if Eva even remembered them and what she did to them.Were they really wasting their time on someone who doesn't even remember them and the things she did to them?Jennie on the other hand gritted her teeth and clenched her hand into a fist. How could Eva forget about her after what she did?“You seriously don't know who Jennie is?" Lydia asked Eva with a bewilderment, however, a sigh escaped her mouth when she saw the clueless look on Eva's face again. She knew better than anyone else that Eva's expression was genuine even though she hated to admit it but she believes that Eva didn't know Jennie. “How can you say that you don't remember me after you ruined my engagement party a
“You're one to talk. Acting all righteous when you've already fallen would definitely be the end for you. At least, I have people besides me. What about you? You've been standing here all alone by yourself and without a date. To actually think that you and Lucas Sander had something going on together like the rumors said but it turns out to be a lie.” Lydia retorted back, while crossing her arms in front of her chest. Eva didn't say anything and gently placed the glass of juice again down on the table before taking a single step closer to Lydia. “What does my relationship have to do with you? Don't tell me that you are jealous of me again?" Eva asked with a grin on her face.“W-what?! What is there to be jealous of when the rumors about you and Lucas Sander dating are false. Besides, I don't know what Lucas Sander sees in you to waste his time going on a date with someone like you.” Lydia stuttered while replying to Eva. It was obvious that she was jealous of the fact that Eva got to
“Look who's talking? Aren't you the one clearly and shamelessly mimicking Christine's style?" Eva lifted her finger and gently brushed away Lydia's bang. “Same hair, color, same jewelry, same style. You try at least to put in a little bit of effort to hide it.” Eva chuckled. She was bringing attention to the extremely familiar hairstyles that Christine had done by deliberately pushing Lydia's hair to the side. “Now that you mentioned it, Lydia's style does look like Christine's hairstyle. “ A woman whispered, startling Lydia whose face erupted red in embarrassment.It was only when Jennie glared at the woman who had spoken did she realize that Lydia had overheard her. She quickly tries to defend herself. "Lydia, I didn't mean-” Seeing that both Lydia and the other woman's attention are longer on her as they were already distracted to find her escape. She glanced down at her dress and then at the beautiful Christine who was wearing the same dress. Although, just like Jennie had said,
“Miss, please don't refuse the young master's request. I'm sure that the old master and Boss would be glad to meet you because ever since the day you helped our little master, he had been talking nonstop about you to the old master.” The man suddenly chided. He was hoping that Eva wouldn't refuse and follow them to meet the old master and his Boss.Eva raised a brow and casted the child a glance when she heard the man's word but the boy quickly turned his face away but Eva could see the tip of his ears flushing red. She didn't think she had anything much of a great deal, so why would this serious looking kid talk about her to his grandfather?“Um……Mister……..” Eva paused a bit knowing how to address the man."I apologize for the late introduction, I didn't get the chance to introduce myself last as well. My name is Benjamin Moore. You can address me as Ben, Miss." Ben quickly introduced himself to Eva when he noticed that she was struggling on how to address him.Eva nodded her head an
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