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
Originally, he had planned to marry Christine to Mark but it was also at the moment Eva arrived back so he decided to arrange for her and Mark together. Matthew was about to lose it when Eva was blacklisted by Mark who had called off the wedding between him and Eva on the wedding day. But later hearing that Mark had chosen Christian, Matthew was the first to abandon his eldest daughter in front of many people, he deemed her as a useless and unfilial daughter who was doomed to bring bad luck into his family like her mother.As a very old-traditional man, Matthew believed women shouldn't work in fields that were previously dominated by men. Daughters were supposed to learn the art and not to trade of business. However he made an exception for Eva because he only saw her as a tool to elevate his family so he kept pushing her into the harsh world while protecting Christine from witnessing such cruelty. While Eva had lost her father's grace, Christine basked in it. She was a graceful flow
Inside, where the banquet was still taking place. People were slowly starting to get over what happened though they still couldn't forget what happened before them.“I never knew that Evangeline knew Nicholas Grason and even Damien Cross. How did she get acquainted with them? Their relationship must have been something to have the two hot bachelors come to her rescue almost at the same time. “ Julia remarked, she couldn't help but gossip as well about the presence of both Damien and Nicholas coming to help Eva. Even though Eva was her benefactor she was quite surprised by how her benefactor was acquainted with men that are mostly spoken about among women in society.“Cousin, I thought you said that Nathalia was Evangeline's partner at the party? Isn't that why you got turned down even before you made the proposal to be her partner? “ Julia turned to look at Lucien and asked. She remembered him telling her that Eva had Nathalia as her partner when she asked why he wanted her to be his
“Everything has been taken care of?" Peter asked when he saw Nicholas walking back to where he was sitting. He watched his son take his seat with a slight frown on his face.“Yes, it has. Turns out that the whole situation was because Miss Carter bumped into her younger sister by mistake." Nicholas replied after taking his seat next to his father. He felt that wasn't reason for Mark to push and pour wine over Eva, plus even slapping her across her face. He felt extremely annoyed when he saw how red the side of Eva's face was, that was the lady that had willingly rendered her help to his son without expecting something in return.“What a stupid dimwit is , the heir of the Johnson family. Causing a scene at my party all for a useless reason! However, I noticed Damien Cross' appearance and it seemed like he has a relationship with Miss Carter? I never knew that Miss Carter is well connected to Damien Cross. “ Peter remarked, he didn't mind if people were going to hear him as he insulted M
Mark frowned when you heard Nicholas' words. He clenched his hand into a tight fist as he stared at Nicholas. He knew welm about the fact that Nicholas disliked him and it was other than Eva's fault because she was the one that made him make a bad impression in front of Nicholas. “I'm sorry for what happened, but this was all my fault because Mark was just trying to protect me." Christine suddenly spoke up, defending Mark immediately when she heard Nicholas. Nicholas stared at Christine for a brief seconds before he spoke up. “ Does it look like I care if your fiance is trying to protect you or not? I only care about the fact that your fiance nearly ruined my father's birthday banquet all for a stupid reason.” Nicholas was extremely cold and dark making Christine take a step back unconsciously. Upon seeing that Christine was being overwhelmed by Nicholas' questions and words, Mark held Christine's hand before looking at Nicholas. “I understand where you are coming from, Mr. Grason
As Damien led her to the couch, Eva suddenly halted, making him turn with a questioning brow.“You know,” she mused, tilting her head with mock seriousness, “before you interrupted me, I was actually offering a very expensive consultation service.”Damien crossed his arms, amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. “Oh?”Eva nodded, tapping her chin as if in deep thought. “Yes, I used to charge companies millions for my insights. So technically… you owe me.”Damien let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “Let me get this straight,” he said, his voice rich with teasing authority. “You walked into my office, sat in my chair, went through my documents without permission—and now you’re asking me to pay you?”Eva grinned. “That’s business, Mr. Cross. Nothing is free.”Damien smirked. “And what if I refuse to pay?”Eva pretended to think, then shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll take my brilliant mind elsewhere.”Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, but he played along. “That would be a shame. Tell me, Mrs
Minutes passed, and Eva quickly grew bored.She had been in Damien’s office many times, but she still found herself looking around. It was immaculate and organized, but it lacked anything personal. Nothing in this room screamed Damien—except for the towering stacks of documents and reports on his desk.Her eyes narrowed as she walked over, running her fingers lightly over the ridiculous amount of paperwork.“No wonder he barely has time to eat.” She muttered, shaking her head.The sight of his overwhelming workload triggered a familiar ache in her chest. She remembered her past—being buried in work, managing her father’s company alongside Mark. She had spent countless nights drowning in documents, starving herself to meet deadlines, and yet… no one had cared. Neither her father nor Mark had ever asked if she had eaten.Her fingers clenched slightly against the papers.She had left that life behind, yet here Damien was, doing the same thing to himself.Determined to help him, Eva sat i
The sleek black car pulled up in front of Cross Enterprise, and Eva didn’t waste a second stepping out. Instead of the casual home-cooked meal she initially planned, she had opted for something more refined—a gourmet lunch from one of the most renowned restaurants in the city.“Wait here,” Eva told Gwen as she adjusted her coat.Gwen smirked knowingly. “Of course, take your time, lover girl.”Eva rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She knew exactly what she was doing. There was no need to hide anymore—not after the scandal had already made headlines, exposing her connection to Damien. So, she walked into the building with confidence, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor of the grand lobby.The moment she stepped inside, all eyes were on her.Employees, visitors, and executives alike paused in their conversations, their gazes snapping toward the stunning supermodel who had just entered the headquarters of one of the most powerful companies in the world.It wasn’t just her
--- After the Fitting As Eva stepped off the platform, Gwen handed her a bottle of water. “You handled that beautifully.” Eva took a sip and smirked. “Christine’s getting predictable.” Trix rolled her eyes. “What’s next? Tripping you on the runway?” Eva chuckled. “If she does, I’ll be ready for that too.” Christine might have thought she could sabotage Eva with clumsy tricks, but Eva wasn’t easily shaken. When they got to her room, Eva sighed in relief as she kicked off her heels, rolling her ankles to ease the tension. “What’s my schedule looking like today, Trix?” she asked, rubbing her temples. Trix scrolled through her tablet, barely glancing up. “You have a photoshoot with Victoria this afternoon after you wrap up here.” Eva groaned, sinking into the plush chair. “Can’t we reschedule? At this point, I can’t tell if she’s just dedicated to her work or if she’s obsessed with overworking me to death.” Gwen chuckled, settling onto the couch beside her. “She’s taken a real l
The fashion house hosting the campaign had scheduled a fitting session for all the models. The room buzzed with activity as assistants, designers, and stylists adjusted gowns and accessories. Eva arrived, poised and confident, dressed in a sleek black dress. Gwen and Trix trailed behind her, chatting about the campaign’s recent success. Christine was already there, surrounded by a few stylists, her laughter deliberately exaggerated as she chatted with a designer. Eva ignored her and focused on her fitting. A stylist handed her an elegant white gown, its fabric shimmering under the lights. It was one of the most anticipated pieces of the campaign, and Eva knew this photoshoot would be critical. As she stepped onto the fitting platform, Christine made her move. A designer approached Eva with a clipboard, giving her details about the shoot. Christine, pretending to walk past, "accidentally" tilted a cup of coffee in Eva’s direction. Time seemed to slow. The dark liquid splashed on
Christine arrived at the elegant restaurant exactly on time, her usual sweet smile in place. Despite her outward composure, she couldn’t deny the slight unease settling in her stomach. Victoria had announced Eva as her chosen model two days ago, yet here she was, inviting Christine for lunch. It didn’t make sense. Christine had had done everything in her power to sway Victoria against Eva, planting doubts, twisting the truth, and playing the concerned friend. But it had failed. Eva hadstill won. So why am was. she here? Pushing aside her skepticism, Christine decided to play along. If Victoria wanted to meet, she would act as if nothing was wrong. “Victoria,” she greeted warmly as she reached the table. “It’s so good to see you. I was surprised by your invitation.” Victoria, sitting across from her, barely reacted. Her expression was unreadable, her fingers lightly tapping against her wine glass. Christine took a seat gracefully, keeping her smile in place. “I have to say, you
-- As soon as the meeting ended, Christine marched straight toward Eva, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “Sister,” she greeted with a bright, almost saccharine smile. “What you did back there was so impressive.” Eva remained expressionless, her arms crossed as she stared Christine down. Christine’s smile didn’t falter. “I didn’t realize you had such a creative spark. Tell me, when exactly did you see my idea and decide to… improve upon it? Did you happen to glance at it while I was working?” Her voice was sweet, but the accusation was unmistakable. Before Eva could respond, Trix stepped forward, her sharp gaze locked on Christine. “What exactly are you trying to imply, Christine?” Trix asked coldly. Christine feigned innocence, tilting her head. “Oh, nothing serious. I was just wondering how my idea—one I spent so much time refining—was suddenly overlooked in favor of something… so similar.” She cast Eva a knowing smirk. Eva arched an unimpressed eyebrow. “You mea
The collaborative campaign was one of the biggest projects of the season, featuring elite models, renowned designers, and a top creative team. Eva had spent days preparing for the brainstorming session, refining unique ideas that would make the campaign stand out. However, Christine had no intention of letting Eva shine. This time, she planned to steal the spotlight—by stealing Eva’s ideas. It's been a week after Victoria's incident and just like Tanya had advised her, Christine had piped down. However, it seems her patience is finally going to pay off now that she has seen an opportunity to use. --- The atmosphere in the conference room buzzed with anticipation. Top executives, marketing directors, and creative leads gathered, ready to hear proposals for the campaign’s direction. Eva had spent the past week crafting a concept that was both elegant and modern, something that would redefine high-fashion advertising. She sat at the table, confident but cautious. Christine was
Eva sighed, but she maintained her composure. “That’s not true,” she said firmly. “I have nothing but respect for your designs and what you’ve achieved in this industry.”Victoria raised an eyebrow. “And you expect me to take your word over hers?”Eva met her gaze, unflinching. “Yes. But I also believe actions speak louder than words. Let me prove my sincerity by working with you on something that reflects your vision entirely.”Victoria’s expression softened slightly. “So you’re proposing a collaboration—on my terms?”Eva nodded. “I want to respect your artistry, not overshadow it. Whatever you need, I’m here to deliver.”Victoria hummed thoughtfully, tapping her fingers against the table.Eva arched her brow. “What? You think I’m lying?”“No, I can tell you’re being sincere.” Victoria leaned back, crossing her arms. “I was just wondering how you managed to be such a bitch last night, and now here you are, offering me a deal. It’s like you’re two completely different people. My frien