When the sound of his expensive leather shoe clacked on the floor in the murmuring hall, the people's eyes went wide as they became quiet. Strolling into the room with his black three-piece suit, dark red tie and his hand resting comfortably in his pocket, was none other than Damien Cross.His dark deadly aura was hard to miss, and the furious look on his eyes was enough to send the people shaking in their spot. They all gulped in fear when his dark black eyes trailed around the room. The people held their breath and shivered at the sudden drop of the temperature. Weren't the heaters turned on to the highest temperature? Why was it so chilling here?The wind fluttered and the black coat draped over Damien's broad shoulder made him look like an emperor and god of war. The women in the crowds couldn't help but gasp at how handsome despite the terrifying aura that emitted from him. The people watched as his long legs carried him towards the x eater of the hall where Eva was standing, st
Damien stared at her quietly. He still found her beautiful despite the wine poured over her head and the red streaks on her face.“What is it?" Eva questioned, noticing his pressing stare on her.“Let's get you all cleaned up." He said, wrapping his arm around her to guide her towards the bathroom when his gaze landed on Lucien who was glaring at him not in hostility but in a way like he was trying to figure out something from Damien.“No, I just want to return to my home." Eva shook her head and quickly said. She doesn't wish to stay in this suffocating birthday banquet anymore.“I will take you home as soon as you get cleaned up.” Damien reassured her, upon seeing how soft and calm she had become. What happened to the strong, powerful, feisty and stubborn woman he had made a few days ago? Despite thinking that, he quite liked this side of her as well. He didn't have to argue too much with her before she agreed to one simple thing. However, her vulnerable and painful expression seeme
Damien ignored the people's nonstop gossip. Instead, his attention was more focused on the alluring woman in his arm.“Why are you not wearing the necklace that I gave you?” He suddenly inquired. Did she really not like it? He thought it would be a perfect pair of diamond earrings and necklace for her own dress. Eva stared at him with a perplexed expression and her mouth slightly agape. What is this? Why did he care about what she wore? Why is he caring about the kind of condition she was in? She touched her bare neck before looking away. "I told you the last time we met at the restaurant that I planned to return all the gifts you had sent to me and that includes the jewelries as well. “ She quickly replied, ready to step into the bathroom but he suddenly grabbed her wrist.“Hey! What are you doing -""Keep the necklace and the other gifts. I have no use for it. “ He said, his eyes dark with displeasure. Did she really not like the necklace? Was that the reason why she wanted to ret
When Christine raised her head up, she immediately took a step back, her lips parted In shock as if not believing that she was alone with Eva in the bathroom. Seeing this, Eva crossed her arm and raised her brow. Was there a monster behind her? Why was she pretending to be surprised to see her? She knew Christine wasn't deaf nor did she have a hearing problem. Damien had announced that he was going to take her to the bathroom, so Christine should have known that she was already in the bathroom.“Sister," Christine timidly called her, her head slightly tucked to portray a demure and wholesome woman.Eva took notice of the tears and her quivering lips. She didn't need to be told what had happened. As expected, Christine wasn't strong enough to handle the insults of the crowds after Damien had harshly pointed out how distasteful her dress was. She had probably gotten torn apart by the people and once again, the female lead couldn't handle the criticism of her peers .Unlike Eva who used
Eva thought she had finally moved on from this man, but it seemed a little part of her still loves him and that tiny part still gets hurt seeing him showing so much affection he never showed her to Christine. She also deserves to be loved just like Christine.“Y-yes, I'm fine. I-I just tripped over a tissue paper on the ground.” Christine quickly replied and let out a small nervous laugh, but the lie was very obvious. “Are you sure?" Mark worriedly asked again. He beckoned one of the female bodyguards forward in case he wanted her to go and check up Christine.“Yes, so don't worry. “ Christine immediately responded.Eva sighed in her head, she was sure that she would eventually sigh her soul out of her body if she didn't stop sighing. Not able to withstand the sickly, sentimental and painful scene anymore, Eva planned to leave. However, her dress was heavy and was beginning to weigh her down which was starting to piss her off. Speaking of the dress now, Eva already had a slight sneak
“Let me give you a piece of advice. The next time you want to pull out a gun in front of someone to threaten them, I'd recommend you to get the lastest Dan Wesson DWK Pistol. It would do more damage than the useless pistol in your hand, one bullet can take down a bear if you aim properly. Once you get your hand on a weapon like that, then you can think of pointing a gun at me.” Eva remarked, her voice laced with mockery at Mark. She chuckled and brushed past him like a crazy woman.Mark blinked his eyes in shock and surprise when he heard all that Eva had said. He was surprised at the fact of when did she get so skilled at wielding a knife and now he couldn't help but wonder when she became knowledgeable in guns as well? Just who the hell was this woman who had walked past him. “Stop, where did you think you're heading?" Mark stretched his hand out with the intention to roughly grab Eva, but he was met with an arrogant expression plastered on her face.How is this possible? How come
His eyes trailed towards Eva who was secured in his arms, the jackets served as a clear warning as to whose protection she was under. He stared at her snow white skin. The more he looked at her, the more he felt the urge to end her on the spot. How dare she strut her way back into his life and tried to ruin the relationship he was trying to build with Damien? This wentch was good at nothing but ruining lives! She was bug he couldn't get rid off!Upon noticing a hard stare on her, Eva raised her head up and saw the hateful glares from Mark. She creased her brows and fiercely glared back at him.In the midst of the glaring competition between Mark and Eva, a soft, doubtful voice was enough to cut off the tick and dark tension.“M-mark…….?” Christine gently called, her voice barely above a whisper. She stood by the doorway of the bathroom, nervously holding her dress. Her eyes instantly darted between the face off between Mark who was among the list of the country's powerful men and the
His boss may be overly demanding, but he paid his workers really well. “First, he made a ridiculous order for a dress. Now he wants information about someone tomorrow morning.” Shane grumbled putting his robe back on. He gingerly grabbed his laptop and debated on the idea of tossing it out of the window.After a few minutes of internally arguing with himself, Shane let out a sigh and finally turned on his laptop. While he pitied himself all night long, he had no idea that his fiance had long fallen asleep whilst she was waiting for him. Originally she wanted to have some fun with her fiance but he had taken an entire hour to get ready and she was waiting for him patiently she dozed off within the hour he took to prep his body. Regardless, if Damien had sent him the text or not , Shane wouldn't have gotten any steamy action tonight.Back at the banquet, the people were actually stunned at the scene that unfolded before them. They were shocked at the sudden appearance of Damien Cross w
Eva’s heart pounded as she searched for a way to diffuse his anger. She knew that escalating this tension would only make things worse. Desperate, she decided to play a different card—a gamble.“Tell me, how would you like to handle the consequences? Perhaps I should start with—" He was interrupted when she abruptly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. The suddenness of her action made him freeze in place.“What are you doing?" He blinked. "Damien," she murmured softly, her voice sweet and soothing. She pressed her face against his chest, rubbing her cheek against the silk of his shirt.His body stiffened, his clenched fists trembling at his sides. "This won't work," he said, though his voice had lost its sharp edge."I'm cold," she whispered, her words muffled against his chest."Eva," he warned, but his tone lacked conviction."Won’t you hug me?" She tilted her head up, gazing at him with wide, pleading eyes and a slight pout on her lips. Her heart ski
After bidding Belle goodbye and promising her one last time that she would return tomorrow, Eva walked down the hospital halls with a spring in her step. A soft hum escaped her lips, her arms filled with snacks Belle had insisted she take. The little girl had brightened her day and made her feel less alone in the dreariness of the hospital."You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you sayI'm talking loud, not saying muchI'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochetShoot me down, but I get up," Eva softly sang, her favorite song playing in her mind as she strolled back to her room. She smiled, wondering if her friend Nathalie would enjoy the snacks she was carrying.“I'm bulletproof, nothing to loseFire away, fire awayRicochet, you take your aimFire away, fire awayShe was in such a good mood that she even gently danced along the hallway to her. “You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium………..”“You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium” a low voice suddenly com
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