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
To him the lady standing in front of him was rather nice to accompany a child, she had no clue about who he was until the child's people arrived. Not many people would do what Eva had done for his grandson.“I was told that you had refused to accept any compensation the day you helped my grandson but you can tell me anything you want. I will grant it to you as long as that is what you want." Peter added. He was aware of the fact that the woman who had helped his grandson had refused any compensation from Benjamin.“You don't have to worry about compensating me. I have refused Mr. Benjamin that day because I have nothing to do with the compensation, besides I only helped your grandson here because I felt it was the right thing to do.” Eva politely refused the Old Master's offer to compensate her. Her expression looked serious but she made the words coming from her mouth were all polite.“I guess I haven't been too late?” A masculine voice said from behind Eva, making her turn around to
“Did you say ‘ANYTHING’ Mr. Grason?” Eva asked with a sly grin on her face, making sure to emphasize the word ‘Anything’. Her expression suddenly changed from a nice expression to an expression filled with mischief that made Nicholas, Peter, Benjamin and Miles confused. They didn't expect to see such an expression on Eva's face."Yes, I said anything you want Miss Carter." Nicholas replied, his brow tugging together into a frown. He couldn't take back what he said even though he had a bad feeling about it. “Tell me would you accept it if I ask you to marry me Mr. Grason?" Eva blurted out taking a few steps closer to Nicholas and looked up at him since he was obviously taller than her.“Miss Carter, what are you talking about? That is an outrageous request!" Benjamin who was standing behind Eva couldn't help but interject into the conversation when he heard Eva. “Why did you say that, Mr. Benjamin? Didn't your Boss clearly state that I can ask for ‘Anything' so why are you yelling?”
The Grason family have a lot more enemies target on them due to the fact that they secretly run an armory company before Nicholas took over the position as the CEO of the Grason cooperation.Eva sighed in her head, she didn't want to pry further to know what Nicholas meant by those words. After all, it was none of her business in the first place.“Are you here without a date Miss Carter?" Peter suddenly asks, making Eva turn her head towards the old man who had a soft smile on his face.“I do, Old Master. My best friend is my date but it seems like something came up so she is running late." Eva replied. She was already secretly starting to get worried why Nathalia hasn't arrived yet. “Perhaps, you mean Miss Nathalia Evan?" Nicholas questioned. Unlike his father who was clueless about what Eva's reputation in the country was, Nicholas knew that Eva wasn't a very likable person in the country and he also knew that Nathalia Evan was her only best friend. Even though Eva doesn't know him
“I... I’m starting to think Eva might be trying to sabotage me. You know, with the awards coming up, and her growing popularity... I just have this feeling she’s trying to push me out of the competition,” Christine said, her voice trembling slightly as if she was on the verge of breaking down. She knew Mark would respond to weakness, to vulnerability, just as he always had.Mark’s voice was low, filled with annoyance. “What do you mean, sabotage you? She’s already got the public on her side. What else does she want?”“I don’t know, Mark. But I can’t shake the feeling that she’s behind some of the things happening to me lately,” Christine continued, carefully planting the seed of doubt. “She’s been getting more endorsements, more media attention... She’s always one step ahead, and I feel like she’s using me to boost her own career. Maybe she’s trying to push me out of the spotlight, making sure I don’t have a chance to win.”Mark was silent for a moment, processing the information. Chr
Eva didn’t respond immediately. She could feel the seriousness in Everett’s words, and for a brief moment, the playful rivalry between them was pushed aside.Everett’s eyes softened slightly as she looked at Eva, a rare glimpse of concern flickering in her gaze. “What are you going to do about her? She’s the one who caused my accident but had that person lie he was a fan, right? Also with the recent things happening, I can tell she’s been pulling strings, trying to break you down.”Eva's expression hardened, her grip tightening on her wine glass. “I’m not sure yet. But Christine’s time is running out.” She gave a slight, bitter laugh. “I won’t let her destroy me.”Everett studied Eva for a moment, her face unreadable. “Be careful, Eva,” she said quietly, her tone more serious than Eva had ever heard. “Christine’s dangerous. And she’s got a way of making everyone believe her sweet little act.”Eva took a deep breath, looking away briefly as she processed Everett’s words. The concern wa
The day of the event arrived, and Christine was glowing with victory. Dressed in an elegant gown, she enjoyed the attention as she mingled with industry elites, knowing she was now the headlining speaker.With Eva out of the picture, this was her moment.Then the doors opened.Gasps rippled through the crowd as Eva walked in, effortlessly poised, wearing a breathtaking designer dress. The cameras instantly shifted toward her, flashing in rapid succession.Christine’s smile faltered. “What is she doing here?”Before she could react, the event host stepped onto the stage, microphone in hand.“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special surprise. While there were some scheduling changes, we’re honored to have Eva here tonight.”Christine stiffened. “What? That’s impossible!”Eva merely smiled, making her way toward the front.Kai had pulled the right strings behind the scenes. Even if she wasn’t an official speaker anymore, she was still one of the biggest names in the room—and the audience
Christine was livid. Every attempt to ruin Eva had backfired, and now, the industry was beginning to suspect foul play.Her carefully crafted innocent image was slipping, and she refused to let that happen.Gripping her phone tightly, she dialed Tanya, her voice sharp the moment the call connected."Tanya, listen carefully. I don’t care what it takes—pull every string, bribe whoever you need to, but make sure Eva does not attend the upcoming fashion event. I want her out, completely.”Tanya hesitated. “Christine, are you sure about this? Maybe you should—”“Don’t question me!” Christine snapped, her frustration boiling over. “Do you think I have the luxury of waiting? Eva is already taking the spotlight. If this continues, I won’t even be considered for the Top Ten Models Award!”Tanya sighed. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do. But Christine, be careful. You’re playing a dangerous game. If this backfires, it could cost you everything.”Christine scoffed. “Please. Eva won’t be able to prov
Christine sat alone in the dimly lit hotel, her fingers lightly tapping against the side of her untouched wine glass. The usually confident and composed woman looked lost in thought, her expression unreadable as she stared at the city skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.Everything she had planned against Eva had backfired spectacularly. Instead of destroying Eva’s reputation, she had only fueled the public’s admiration for her. The industry was turning against Christine, and the narrative was slipping out of her control.A soft click of heels echoed through the room, breaking Christine from her thoughts.“Christine?”She turned her head slightly, finding Tanya standing near the entrance, a curious look on her face.Tanya was one of the few people Christine trusted—or rather, tolerated—because she was useful. Smart, cunning, and always willing to play dirty, Tanya had been by Christine’s side long enough to know exactly how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted.“Wh
A few days after Mark successfully cleared his name from the Harper Luxuries scandal, Christine sat alone in her dressing room, her perfectly manicured fingers tapping impatiently against the vanity table.She had tried everything—sabotage, whispers in the right ears, carefully placed rumors—yet Eva always came out unscathed. Every plan Christine devised had crumbled before her eyes, and it was beginning to drive her insane.If indirect tactics didn’t work, she had to change her approach. This time, she wouldn’t hide behind shadows. She wouldn’t need to.Instead, she would manipulate the situation so well that Eva would ruin herself.All she needed was the perfect stage.---An exclusive fashion gala was set to take place, attended by top designers, influencers, and media elites. Both Eva and Christine had been invited as brand ambassadors for their respective labels.Christine smirked to herself. This was it. The perfect opportunity.She had carefully arranged for the media’s attenti
The dim candlelight cast a golden glow over the elegantly set dining table. A soft melody played in the background, filling the room with warmth. Christine had spent hours preparing this—his favorite dishes, the finest wine. Tonight had to be perfect.She glanced at the clock anxiously. Mark would be home soon. And she had to fix this.The front door finally opened, and Mark stepped inside. His face was tired, his eyes dark with frustration. He didn’t even glance at the romantic dinner she had prepared. Instead, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.“Christine, what is this?” His voice was cold.Christine swallowed and stepped toward him. “A dinner. For us.”Mark scoffed, shaking his head. “A dinner? Christine, do you have any idea what I’ve been dealing with? My father’s furious. Investors are backing out after the Harper Luxuries. I've lost of funds.” His voice grew sharper, filled with exhaustion. “And do you know what people are whispering? That my own fiancée might
The silence between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, but Damien wasn’t one to leave things unresolved. He turned slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on her.“Why didn’t you ask for my help?” His voice was calm but held an edge of something deeper—something close to frustration.Eva, who had been absentmindedly tracing the rim of her wine glass, glanced at him. A small smirk curled her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.“Because it was something I could handle,” she said simply. “Like always.”Damien’s expression remained unreadable, but his fingers curled slightly against his knee. “And if you couldn’t?”Eva shrugged. “Then I would have asked. But it wasn’t time for that yet.”That answer didn’t satisfy him. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. “Eva—”“I know what you’re going to say,” she interrupted, meeting his gaze head-on. “You think I should have let you take care of it. But Damien, I don’t always need you to fight my battles. Sometimes, I want to win them on my own
Eva sat on the couch, feeling bored. The scandal had caused too much noise, and going home—where the paparazzi were undoubtedly lurking—was out of the question.With a sigh, Eva reached for her phone and scrolled through her contacts. Her finger hovered over Damien for a moment before she pressed the call button.The phone rang twice before his deep, smooth voice came through. “Eva.”Just her name. Nothing more. But there was something in the way he said it—low, controlled, yet sharp with attention—that made her exhale slowly.“Hey,” she murmured, leaning against the plush headboard.Silence. Then, “What’s wrong?”She almost smiled. He always saw through her.“I can’t go home,” she admitted, rubbing her temple. “The reporters are camped outside. And after today’s interview… they’ll only get worse.”Damien didn’t answer immediately. She could hear the faint rustling of papers, the click of a pen, before he finally spoke. “Where are you?”“Penthouse suite at the Grand Royale,” she repli