“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
“Even still, you have to have a close relationship with someone before inviting them, young master." Eva replied with a small sigh escaping her mouth.“Then let's be friends. That way we can quickly become closer so that I can invite you to my house." Miles immediately suggested when he heard Eva.‘This brat doesn't take ‘No’ for an answer.’ Eva thought.“Alright, we can be friends and once we have become very close friends you can invite me over to your house. So let's seal our new friendship, young master." Eva agreed and reached out her hand for a handshake.“You can call me Miles, big sister, since we are friends now." Miles said and also stretched out his little hand and shook Eva's hand. The two of them had no idea that they were being watched closely by the three men. Peter had a satisfied smile on his face as he watched his grandson making friends with Eva in front of him. Immediately he set his eyes on Eva he had a good feeling about and it turns out that he wasn't disappoint
Nicholas only glanced at Benjamin who immediately understood what his boss' gaze meant and began to give the report about Eva to the old Master. After a few minutes of explanation, Peter's brain was already filled with enough information about Eva's past. He couldn't believe that someone like Eva who was so Intelligent and reserved could have such a nasty personality and past. “Still, her past doesn't have anything to do with the way I view her. She is so different from what I've just heard and if she had truly done those things then there must be a reason why she was like that. And the incident on her wedding day with Mark Johnson was something that I wasn't aware of. How could that jerk let go of such a remarkable woman like Miss Carter." As expected, Peter couldn't believe all the things he heard about Eva leeching off her sister and other sort of stuff. He would have believed them if Eva had jumped at the opportunity to get close to them but she had blatantly refused the opportun
"What do you mean she didn't do it on purpose. If she was the kind to hurt you in public nine months ago, what made you so assured she isn't doing the same again. I've told you Christine that she is not someone that deserves to be called your sister.” Mark spatted out angrily. He was referring to how Eva had slapped Christine in public on the wedding day.Eva's face suddenly turned into a scowl when she heard him and with all her might ignoring the pain that caused her, Eva quickly roughly pulled her hand . “Seriously, what is the need to be so melo- dramatic? Did you think you two are a cute couple or what? You're just being narrow- minded and throwing tantrums. It's not like her hand is broken on something, she can just wash her hands. A wine spilled over her hand and you're about to bring the whole building down, stop making a big deal over small issues.” Eva remarked while glaring back at him, totally in disregard to the way he was looking and staring at her like she was someone
“Haha! That crazy wench can never be Christine, even if she tried! With such a bad and spoiled attitude, there's no way she can match up to the kind and innocent Christine.”“ I can't believe that she came here dressed like that. Shameless!”" Of course what do you expect, she has always been shameless her whole life!”" It's not a surprise Mark had abandoned her. What a terribly embarrassing woman." As expected, the people were quick to jump fad to humiliating Eva. They were oblivious to know that the dress had been randomly sent to Eva. They were aware that she was completely innocent here. Eva got a wake up call when she felt the biting cold cold. It was as if someone had opened the window because it wasn't cold before. Laughter erupted in the room and Eva began to shake at the memory of what happened some months ago. In the same similar style, except the fact that the previous incident was her wedding banquet. She was on the ground in the same position just like her in her weddi
“What? Why would I hold grudges against someone who hadn't offended me and she is someone who had helped my life?” She quickly turned to look at Lucas with a raised brow ." How did you know her, Julia?” Lucas asked when he heard his cousin reply." She was my senior back when we were in school and she had always protected me whenever I was bullied back then. Even when I decided to become a model she was my role model and mentor as well. Although I'm sure that she was aware that her little help towards me had helped me so much. Her influence in the modeling company had helped me to stop getting bullied by other models. I know that Evangeline has a weird way of talking and she was not a very likable person due to her personality. However, if only the people spent half of the time they used to talk ill about her and try to understand her from another perspective, they would be surprised to know that she wasn't entirely as evil as they painted her.” Julia replied, her eyes and voice fill
He waved his hand, signaling him to stop. He was quite surprised at first when he saw that Eva was the person who was being bullied in public just a few minutes after she left their side. Peter became curious and wanted to see where the situation was going to end, plus he wanted to witness Eva in action and see if the rumors about her were true or not.“Who are those people with Miss Carter?” Peter suddenly asked Benjamin. Among the people standing at the scene, he could only recognize Eva who was on the ground. " The young man standing in front of Miss Carter is Mark Johnson - the heir of the Johnson family and the woman standing behind him wearing a dress similar to the one Miss Carter is also wearing is Christine Carter- she is Miss Carter younger step-sister. Mark Johnson is also Miss Carter's ex-fiance who had dumped her on their wedding day and chose to get engaged with her younger sister instead.” Benjamin quickly gave a report to Peter as well as Nicholas who was listening to
“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