Damien was about to place Eva's phone into her purse when a thought came to his head. He tried to unlock her phone and realize that there was a password. He wondered if Eva would be stupid enough to use her fingerprint as her password and just like he thought, she was. However, just in time after he was able to unlock her phone using her index finger, her phone rang again but this time the caller ID name was someone he was quite familiar with. The caller was none other than George calling, making Damien narrow his eyes at whether he should pick the call or not. How would the fierce and grumpy old man react when a man picked his granddaughter's phone? Damien contemplated while the phone kept ringing, but he ended up picking the call for her.“Evangeline, where are you right now? I just asked Julian to put a call through the front desk of the hospital you were admitted to and was told that you're discharged. Why didn't you stay longer? Is this how you're reassuring me that you're okay
Her walls were visibly cracked and barely holding itself together. If she suffered another traumatic incident as what happened to her nine months ago which she was still undergoing recovery from. George was sure that he would completely lose his only granddaughter who wouldn't be able to recover again. Her loss was the one that forced her to enter almost a year of self seclusion and rehab without any means of contacting her.“Damien Cross, let me in on something, my granddaughter is very precious to me." After a very long silence, George finally spoke up. He felt his heart tightened when he thought back to the image that Julian had gathered during his research on Eva. It was the image of the lifeless Eva on the ground in her wedding dress, whose eyes were so blank and devoured of any emotion. It terrified him because he had never thought that his granddaughter would have this kind of expression on her face.Damien's expression remained blank like a sheet of paper even though he felt
Instantly, Eva stood up from the sofa and ran back to her room to pick up her phone . Just as she was scrolling through her phone contact to look for Nathalia's contact, she froze and nearly dropped her phone again to the ground. Right above her contact list before she could get to Nathalia's number she came across the name Damien Cross among her contacts. She knew she didn't add him on her phone, she knew she didn't have his contact as well. So how on earth did his number get into her phone contact list? She was here to sort out one issue, but now she was coming across another problem. Not only was her house invaded but her phone as well.Swallowing her hesitation, Eva decided it was smarter and better to call the man himself. It rang a few times without anyone answering, but Eva kept calling after the call disconnected. It was only until the third calling did he finally pick up.“You! How did you know my house password? How were you able to unlock my phone as well?" Eva discarded e
“What? A grandfather can't decide to talk to his granddaughter without a reason?" Instead of replying to Eva's question, George asked back.“I didn't say that, but your case is different. You don't call me on a normal good day unless you have something to say and that is to nag me on one thing or the other which could eventually lead to us arguing again.” Eva calmly replied. “So, if you know that you're calling me for just another annoying conversation, I'd advise you to hang up the call.” She added harshly, not wanting to engage in a conversation that could cause another argument in the friendly relationship that they are beginning to develop." You cold-hearted brat! Has our good relationship ended that quickly to make you use such a harsh tone on me?! Well, since you've asked nicely, then I will tell you why I'm calling because it's very important for you.” George replied, his voice changing into a serious tone." What is it? “ Eva asked, thinking that the matter her grandfather wa
A loud crash sound was heard in the entire study room. Rapheal turned to look at the items his father had thrown at him after regaining himself and saw that it was a pen case that was made out with the best marbles that was thrown at him. If that hard pen case had hit him, he would surely have had his forehead open with injury but thankfully he was quick enough to avoid the impact.Eva, who had been silently listening to the bickering between her grandfather and uncle and didn't say anything at first since she didn't want to interrupt their argument and she was secretly enjoying the argument between them . But when she heard the loud crash sound in the background she couldn't help but sigh to herself, they had started again. This is the way she remembered both her grandfather and uncle when she still lived with them. Her uncle knows how to get on his father's nerves without much effort and her grandfather would quickly get agitated and the next thing the sound of crashing items would
“Yes, but it would keep you safe. Especially withstand that Mat- whatever his name is and his little minx running around in the country." George nonchalantly said. Even though he casually threw out the comments, deep down , he was burning with fury and a desire for revenge. If only he hadn't let Eva be and keep an eye on her when she said she didn't want to be involved with the Black family none of this would happen to her without him knowing about it. He thought that if he tried to keep in contact and keep an eye on her, his rivals could figure out that he had a granddaughter somewhere and they could attack her if they discovered her appearance. None of his rivals know that Shenley was married to a family in Miami because he had kept her marriage a total secret from his rivals and he did that to protect Shenley herself because she had no relationship with the family underworld business just like Eva had refused to partake in it as well.“I’m not scared of him, grandfather……” Eva trai
After hanging up the call with Eva, George placed his phone on the desk. His gaze accidentally fell on the picture he had held earlier of him and Eva and his dark gaze softened when he saw the carefree smile on Eva's face in the picture. In the picture, Eva was wearing a black colored princess gown, her hair was tied up into two ponytails adorned with a white ribbons. She was clinging onto his legs, mischievously grinning up at him like she had been handed her favorite teddy whilst he reluctantly patted her on the head.He wouldn't have been able to capture this moment if Shenley hadn't brought Eva to visit him and she insisted that he have a picture with Eva who was also pestering him.George had refused to acknowledge his long line of grandson and granddaughter for his own children and other family relatives who he deemed useless and spoiled. He always says: ‘So what if they share my blood? Does that make them share half of my competence, hardwork and brain? No. Everything was hand
Shortly after she graduated from college, George decided to bring her into the real family business since she had already undergone some training before when she started living with them. Unfortunately, Eva for the first time refused and made up her mind to withdraw from joining the family underworld business because it would only solidify that she was really contesting to join the next heir succession competition. Eva went back to Miami and since then she never tried to contact him since she told George that she wanted to stand on her own and not get involved with family business.He only heard that his granddaughter had become a world renowned model but had no idea that she was engaged to Mark. When most wealthy socialites her age were out partying and drinking, Eva was pressured by her father after she quitted being a model, she was buried under a mountain of paperworks . She handled almost all of the Carter corporation work and private funds, coupled with the Johnson Corporations
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