“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
When Eva heard Mark's words she could help but scolded herself for getting so scared and terrified when she hadn't done anything wrong. She had undergone a lot of training to overcome this kind of scenario, why was she on the floor like a wounded puppy. Her grandfather who she disliked so much and her uncle who she tried to draw a line between them would be so disappointed if they were to see her being so pathetic. Not to talk of her late mother. What about Nathalia? What would her best friend who wasn't here at the moment say if she heard about this.“You stupid, pea brain bastard……!” Eva slowly muttered gently under breath, but her voice carried a lot of pressure. She stood up within seconds, startling Mark and the crowds. They had expected her to be weak and cry on the floor, then get dragged out by the security. They never expected her to quickly compose herself in a matter of seconds.Mark was slightly taken aback because that was the first time Eva had sweared at him, not even w
Everyone was shocked to see that Christine had raised up her hand and was about to slap Lucien on the face. They were unable to hear what Lucien had told Christine to make her want to slap him but her actions were interrupted by Eva.“Why are you suddenly getting aggressive Christine? I thought you were not known for violence. Besides, Lucien hadn't spoken anything wrong for you to slap him. All he said was the truth.” Eva remarked as she glared at Christine coldly making her shiver upon seeing Eva's cold look.“I-I" She stammered not knowing what to say.“Didn't you steal this insane jerk from me? Are you going to deny it?" Eva asked, her cold aura increasing each second as she still held onto Christine's hand. Everyone stared at Eva like she was crazy. No, she was crazy! How can she openly accuse Christine for stealing Mark from her when she was the one clearly made Mark call off the wedding by slapping Christine across the face. There was a probability that she could still Mrs. Jo
She paused, her mind flashing back to the countless fights, the shattered dishes, the cold silences that followed her every rebellion. "But I didn’t let their expectations control me. I chose my path, even when it meant walking away from them entirely." Eva let out a sigh, her gaze still focused outside the window. " I really loved it when I refused them, even though it would earn me being slapped senselessly. I always find pleasure somehow and I took pride in becoming the perfect, graceful black sheep of that damned family.” Belle hung on every word, her eyes wide with admiration and curiosity."But," She continued. “I only did it when I was a grown adult, legal enough to make my own choices. My plan wasn't perfect nor did it work in pleasing my family, but then again, why should I continue to please them when they were never family to me in the first place?" Eva gently moved her gaze back to Belle, leaning forward, "However, as someone who has gone through all that, you should k
"So, Belle," Eva began, pulling a chair close to the bed and sitting down. "Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? What brought you here to this hospital room?" Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the overflowing flowers and gifts surrounding the small child."I caught a fever a few days ago," Belle replied glumly, her voice quiet. Though it was just a fever, she’d been stuck in this hospital for a week. She felt fine now, but her parents insisted she remain."I'm all better now. Nothing hurts anymore. I just want to go home, but they won’t let me." Belle’s lips turned down in a bitter frown as she recalled how her parents refused her calls and ignored her requests to leave. Deep down, she knew they preferred her absence."Why not?" Eva asked softly, though she already sensed the answer."Because they hate me."Eva’s heart clenched at the words, so full of pain and resignation. She studied the young girl, who stared back with guarded eyes that looked far older than her years.
Once the door shut, the girl turned her head slightly. "You can come out now."Eva pushed the gifts aside and slid out from under the bed. She straightened up, her gaze meeting the child’s lifeless, cold eyes. They lacked the innocent sparkle of youth."Why were those men chasing you? Who are you?" the girl asked, studying Eva intently. Despite her disheveled hair and rumpled gown, there was no mistaking the elegant air that surrounded her.Eva smiled faintly, deciding to test the girl’s intuition when she noticed how she was studying her. ‘Let’s see if you're smart. "Who do you think I am?"The child’s eyes narrowed. "You’re not a simple patient.""Oh? What makes you say that?""This is the VVIP floor, accessible only with a private keycard. Your gown is made of high-quality cotton, reserved for VVIP patients.""Well, I could’ve stolen the keycard and clothes," Eva countered.The girl’s gaze didn’t waver. "Despite your messy appearance, you carry yourself with grace. Your posture, ev
Eva jumped in alarm, spinning around to find a young girl sitting on a hospital bed. The room was filled with vases of flowers, their cloying fragrance filling the air. The child, no older than fourteen or fifteen years old, looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, her long hair framing her delicate face.Eva blinked in surprise, her anger momentarily forgotten as she stared at the young child. Somehow she felt something about this girl resembling a boy she used to know. “Hello.”“What's your name, child?" She asked, just as the footsteps outside became louder.The girl smiled faintly. “You’re running from people.” she said nugging at the door.Eva's brows furrowed. “Yes, I am.”. “Quick! Look for her before Boss gets upstairs!”The sound of the bodyguards’ voices rang in the hallway, getting closer. Panic flooded Eva's chest. She scanned the room frantically, looking for a way out, but the space was small, and the windows were sealed shut.She turned back to the girl, her pulse racing
Eva who was moments away from hitting him with the IV pole again when his pitiful plea caught her attention. “You can tell your boss to rot in hell—” she started, but the man cut her off.“Please, Lady Boss!” he cried, desperation in his voice. “I have a wife, kids, and a family to feed—”Eva's brow twitched at his words. Of course, he definitely wouldn't be a monk like his boss, however, she had a feeling he was saying this to make her feel guilty. “And you have a dog too, I bet?” she quipped sarcastically.His eyes widened in shock. “Y-yes! Exactly! His name is Chase!”She grit her teeth in annoyance, snatching the phone from his shaking hands. “What do you want?” she demanded, her patience wearing thin. She could guess that he was trying to stall time until he got here but she wasn't planning to let him meet her here.The bodyguards flinched in fear. They truly applauded her for her boldness, but they also feared for the poor woman's head! It would really fly if she continued talk
Turning back to the bodyguards, she picked up the IV pole and tested its weight in her hands. It was lighter than she expected, perfect for swift strikes. She had a lot of experience fighting with wooden sticks in her days in the military.Her gaze landed back to the men, a dark scowl on her face.“I’m sure everyone of you all heard the conversation,” she said coolly, her voice steady. “If you value your limbs, step aside.”The men stood their ground, but the unease in their expressions was clear.When reinforcements arrived to block the entrance entirely, Eva's lips curled into a dark smile. They’ve made a mistake.Gripping the pole tightly, her eyes blazing with determination as she scanned the men creating a barrier at the entrance.“Fine, you've all made your choices. Let's see who’s leaving with bruises.”Eva's grip on the metal IV pole tightened as she positioned herself to strike. Her eyes locked on the bodyguards standing in her way, each one ready to brace for her next move
She sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. If they were working for Damien, they wouldn’t stand insults against him. She smirked, deciding to bait them.“Fine. Is it your unbelievably stubborn, hideously jealous, and completely insufferable boss, Damien Cross?”One of the guards instinctively stiffened, muttering, “Our boss is not—” and immediately cut himself off, his face paling. He can't believe he just fell for that trick.“Aha!” Eva said triumphantly. “We have our catch. So it is Damien.”Smirking, she stalked back to her bed, grabbing her phone. She dialed Damien’s number, and unsurprisingly, he answered on the first ring.“Evs, you should be resting—”“Young man, tell your men to step aside,” she interrupted, her tone sharp.Damien frowned when he heard her. Asking him to order his men to step aside meant that she had gotten out of bed!His voice hardened. “What are you doing out of bed? Get back to bed right-”“You’re not the Boss of me. I’m not goi
**********The soft rustle of fabric accompanied the nurse as she finished adjusting Eva's bandages. Moments later, a team of doctors shuffled into the room, meticulously checking her vitals and updating her chart. Their scrutiny felt endless, but Eva's irritation wasn’t aimed at them—it was at the glaring absence of Gabriel.Upon inquiring, she discovered he’d been reassigned and replaced with another doctor, a woman.Her lips twisted in a knowing smile. Damien. Of course, it was him.She sighed at the thought. Gabriel was probably one the best doctors in his department at Solace Hospital. Replacing him with someone else, especially out of jealousy, was as unnecessary as it was predictable. Damien's overprotectiveness knew no bounds, even though her blind date with Gabriel had been a complete dead end.‘Typical overbearing Damien Cross.’After the doctors left, Eva found herself sinking into boredom. The day dragged on, and as the sun set, casting long shadows across the pristine roo
“Who is the person? Is it someone I know?" “No, you don't." Oliver's eyes narrowed. “You said the person is important? Like… a woman?”Damien was surprised by Oliver's question as he turned to look at the boy. She? It suddenly hit Damien at the moment that he probably still had some of Eva's floral feminine scent on him and Oliver's dog nose already smelled it.“It is a woman, right? Why is she at the hospital?” Oliver continues to question.Damien sighed. “Yes.”“Why was she hurt?” “Because she’s clumsy,” Damien replied, his patience wearing thin.Oliver's questions continued unabated until Damien zhot him a sharp glare. “Enough, Oliver. Go back inside. I have work and can't answer all your questions.”“But-" Oliver was about to protest but he couldn't anymore when Damien shot him another glare.“Alright, Big Boss...I'll stop asking questions…" There was no other expression on Oliver's face than the expression that made him look like a neglected child yearning for his mother's lov